Past's Future

Background:
You probably have felt it before:
When you were in class
and the teacher asked you a question,
and you found the answer but
was afraid to answer.
Or even worse,
when you knew the answer and
you were raising your hand
and the teacher didn't call you.
But the worst thing is:
when you had the answer and
you raised your hand up first
and the teacher called on
the other person
instead.

Stage 1:
Or maybe another instance:
when you're classmates
with this person you like but
you only saw him/her at least twice a week,
you missed all the chances to tell him/her
in the beginning
(when you had all the chances)
but still
when you saw him/her at least more than
twice a week,
you were with him/her
(and you were alone)
but still
you couldn't tell her.

Stage 2:
The current condition of which
there is this sensation:
no pain
a tingling sensation
like an urge of some sort
a want, a desire, a cry, a howl, a yearning
a foolish romantic
who's unsung and
unjustified.

Stage 3:
You find yourself in a total loss,
outperformed, outpaced, outlasted, outplayed, outwitted.
Then you fall into the pits of sadness.
Unable to tell him/her the answer
leaves you in a state of calamity,
a severe drought or a flood, a typhoon,
stagnant and full of
regret.

Stage 4:
You no longer wish for sorrow,
and find much brighter things to look at
like tomorrow.
You forget him/her as well as
the answer.
Moving on
and trying to escape Stage 1.

Welcome Home

I've been gone for quite some time now
Hugging me by the waist
Trying to lay a grip with your paws
Low eyes disappearing into thought.

A pat on the head
a wagging of the tail
Jumping here and there
Gnarling, nipping my leg.

One at a time please.
You'r hair is all loose; you're coming of age.
Stop jumping up and down
I won't be leaving again just yet.

But you'll have to let me go out -
I will be back, you shouldn't worry.
Your snout held back by the rails
barking angrily at me.

Tomorrow we'll play
I have the soccer ball
Don't worry
I'll still see you in the morning.

Anyways

It's okay just forget about it
It was just alright, okay?
Fine, if you can't fathom it...
Anyways.

Today was so fun
I remember flying while atop a dolphin
touching the clouds, reaching the stars
Anyways...

Do you remember that time?
When I tried to dig my way
down to the earth's core?
Oh well, anyways.

Wait. Have you read my poem
about some stupid inspiration?
Oh, I guess not...
Anyways.

Rest

The long wait will soon be over.
In just a few more hours
I must enter the cave
to escape the orange sun.

The mountains give off some smoke.
Hardly any patches of green,
brown, grey and subtle shades of red.
But it's foggy in the other side.

A formation ahead
of some feathers, strands of hair
that's hardly realistic, yet pleasant:
cooling off the flaming tounges.

The ants seem too busy by my feet
conversing with such disorder
never stopping, too many alike
in their long march.

But I must enter the cave now
before I am shut off by the forcefield
and be devoured completely by the
gigantic ants.

Topsy Turvey

Ahhh
Light feet
Light headed
Wooo
Dizzyness
Ahahaha
Topmost extremity
is hot, hot, hotter.
Entering the portal,
the seventh dimension
topsy-turvey
lalalalalala
warping, morphing, vortex
zzzzzzap!
Back to reality.
More? Alright...moooorrrreeee
Sip Sip Savor Savor Ahh
I can remember this day
at a time in history...
When the world would be
so soft, hot, pale, and
totally groovy.

Reciprocated Kindness

Once you come in good spirits
and when in arriving
calm and prepared,
you can take the wheel
and navigate to the destination.

Once you address the person
with high respect, with shame
kindness and care,
you can pick up the phone
and ask for directions.

Once you leave in good spirits
and in leaving
embarassed and quiet
you can take a break
and set it for autopilot.

Hard Problem

You are so obtuse.
That is, irrational
and imaginary
and also
erroneous.

You are so incongruent.

You don't add up -
impossible to simplify
no intersection
nor a union.

The integrity of the data
is easily impaired
by the inefficiency
of your operations.

Neither a remainder
neither a null set -
no solution set can be
deduced from this.

Rather
leave it blank
unanswered:
a bunch of numbers
in the confined
space.

35 Tips to Success

1. Understand the subject matter.
2. Analyze the information.
3. Take in all applicable sides of the story.
4. Conduct the worst case scenario.
5. Relate the results.
6. Optional: Apply them in your every day.

7. Then you can be an optimist.
8. Don't think you can't do it.
9. Tell yourself it's easy.
10. Take easy breaths.
11. Keep your head up.
12. Look straight.
13. Smile.
14. Laugh.
15. Be patient.

16. But don't be overconfident.
17. Practice makes perfect.
18. Go through it again.
19. Get yourself used to it.
20. Make it natural.

21. Don't over do it too.
22. Take some breaks in between.
23. Listen to music.
24. Eat some junk food.
25. Watch some cartoons.
26. Drink lots of water.

27. Then return.
28. Do a brief run through.
29. To stimulate the brain.

30. Take a deep breath.
31. Smile.
32. Pray.
33. Sleep early.

34. Then you're all ready.
35. For success.

Only Dreaming

In bed
lying down
with my head on your leg.
Looking at each other
smiling
inviting
happy.

There was a
McDonald's below
and we were supposed
to reserve tables
for 20.

But we stayed upstairs
in the room
on the king sized bed
shared it
with familiar
faces.

I remember
an embrace
a long
connection

the kiss
which lasted
too short.

Grande Finale

Just 3 minutes more,
the plain track is at your disposal:
shift to cruising speed,
slow down on corners,
apply several brakes
before you speed up again
and accelerate.

When you reach the winding road,
the zig-zagged downhill lane
make sure you keep your eyes
on the road, or you might
miss
killing the deer instead.

When you reach the clearing
and the plain track
apply some brakes
to slow down
take a deep breath

step off the car

and find a spot

to catch

the sunset.

The Robot

Beneath all that tin and aluminum
the transistors, the wires, the clamps
is nothing extraordinary
just a play of circuits.

How ingenius though:
there lies no organic brain
nor a pumping heart,
simply a play of circuits.

No blood
just constant streams of electric current
energizing wired limbs
powering the motors.

A fragile body
the wounds turn out expensive
and complicated to heal
thrown into the pile of metal.

Blue and Yellow

And there I see my name in colors
Blue and Yellow.

Blue is
the pleasant sky
the calm water
the unarmed hunter
the silent dweller
the forget-me-nots
the rainy days.

Yellow is
the sunshine
the warmth
the smiles
the happiness
the paleness
the cowardice
the deceit
the yellow ribbon.

A Mystery

My words are obscured within these lines of text:

Clarity between every stanza,
line, word, letter, symbol,
comma, colon, period.

A revelation
before your eyes,
making sense of every cluster of letters,
their symbolism,
the truth behind
every train of thought.

Look closer, ponder,
relate, subject, understand
to uncover
and make sense
of it
all.

Countdown to the Star

The limbs and twigs are still kept below
and we would still have to shake away the dust.
The same for the stars and angels
stashed away in their boxes
but soon, we shall witness
their time of the year
their time to shine.

Right now we haven't even started to shak off the dust.
We haven't even touched that corner, that room under the stairs.
But we could perhaps say that we're still at the bottom -
where the twigs are widest.

We've already started to place some angels,
the red and green balls, candycanes, circular things
that look like bracelets, those medium-sized socks
then, not now, we'll start to put the first of
the lights.

We'll eventually get there, but right now
we've got things to finish -
this circular portion - the widest twigs
perhaps having a diameter of about
say... 10 months.

We'll get there -
We'll get it done -
Just a little more around the tree -
and we'll get it done.

Then we can race our way
up the winding mountain
trailblazing with angels, candycanes and those medium sized socks
until we reach the peak -
that ever shining star.

A Case of Vomiting Rabbits

"We are the Borg
resistance is futile
we bring chaos to order
(order to chaos)."

The cycle has been shattered
invariable has turned variable
concrete transformed into fluid
absolute into relative.

Coping in this harsh environment
is a futile death and hope
is but the dust on the desk
the immovable books.

Suppression of your desires
may lead you to an intense longing
comatosed yet unrestrained
unrestrained yet comatosed.

And so you cough up, you vomit
your itsy-bitsy rabbits
hopping about, prancing, dancing
stomping, chasing, ravaging.

"Habits my friend
are concrete forms of rhythm
are that portion of rhythm
which helps to keep us alive."

*Inspired by Julio Cortazar's "Letter to A Young Lady in Paris"