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::The Journeyman:: ::MusikaCentral:: ::homeward bound:: ::digital detours:: |
 I am Ariel. The world we live in is a lonely world. Here, true happiness is hard to find. We are on a continuing quest for happiness. As we spend our days in this world, we look for things, places, people, and activities that help us forget for a while that we are in a lonely world. We mingle with people, exchange praises with them, laugh with them, or cry with them. At the end of the day, we still find ourselves alone. True happiness is not in this world. My first (and abandoned) blog:Mizundahstood My second (abandoned) blogThe Road Less Traveled By MY first serious project:Omniana Online. Interactive. Empowering. Initiating change. My First Youngblood article. Other cool links: Listen to some music from my fave band--Rivermaya The Interview with God Watch it. Be inspired by it. Share it. Pathways to Higher Education. Pathways Mindanao Visit, read and help. SEOContest2008 Gino dela Paz, Phippine Daily Inquirer's Super Columnist KALINGA Kitchie Nadal Alam mo ba ang nadarama, ng isang iniiwasan? Alam mo ba ang naiisip, ng isang may sakit? Mahirap isipin, ang mga bagay Na di mo kinalalagyan, Na di mo nararanasan CHORUS: Ngunit nandito ako, ipinakikita sa inyo Ang aking sinapit, dahil sa natamong sakit At nandito ako, umaabot sa inyo Humihingi ng kalinga, hindi ng inyong awa Maraming nagsasabi, sa huli ang pagsisisi Ngunit kundi dahil sa pagsisisi, aral ay ipagsasantabi May bukas pa para sa akin, may landas pang tatahakin Mundo'y lalagyan ng kulay, habang ako'y nabubuhay REPEAT CHORUS Aking nais, kaibigan ko, unawa't kalinga mo |
She Brought Home a Gold Mine She used to live in a shanty Ariel Lalisan
Boarders Ssshh... Speak softly the landlady's asleep. Ah, the tiger! Don't disturb her. You might awaken her with your noise and she might throw away your things or she might throw you some things. Damn, she's awakened! Hide the cards! The bottles! See? I've told you ahead. Now, take care. Ariel Lalisan The Artist Scribble. Yes, crooked lines. Some more crooked lines. A few words. And some phrases, too. Meaningless at first. Dab. For now, with just watercolor. Cheap watercolor whose shades change right before your eyes and colors fade even before you're done. Some figures. Abstract. Step, point, step. And mincing steps. Observe the feet of your meticulous instructor. Endure the pain of the stomping of your sweating mate; on your foot and her verbal lashing when you take your turn, accidentally. Resonate. Exhaust your vocal cords until the piece is over and your trainor's long list of sharps and flats you did extincts; until you run out of breath. As grains of sand slip between your fingers, a heap forms. Gradually. Ascending to a height. Build your castle. Ariel Lalisan
PMS The stars are crawling westward But have not, at least, sunken to nowhere. Poor souls, young and free wallow in the darkness. The last bottle is emptied. The spirit runs where blood should be. The world whirls around unstoppably. Unknown to each other were he and she. But stares, like needle, prick so deeply— and inside, blood gushes forth so rapidly— the nearest hiding is the place to be. The moans and groans with every thrust seem to them a melody. Their pulsating and sweating bodies go with the rhythm till morning comes, when stars have gone to another place, there, where more poor souls rejoice, she cries in guilt and pain. Ariel C. Lalisan
The Land of the Lost I have been to the land of the lost. Nobody was there but poor souls. No terrain to see. Not a place for all to be-- if you're not lost then you're astray. The land of the lost is for those who can't help but stay the way the world lead them to be. It is not for those whose hearts long not to be free-- for they reside in the prison cells to which they are held in captivity. The land of the lost calls for free spirits who search for their eternity, but were so unfortunate to look not in the right places and found their selves alone and hopeless. I have been to the land of the lost, where fools choose to wander. I felt at home in the land of the lost, and stayed there for a century or so. My soul rejoiced for there I am alone; so, I can be what I want and do what I long to do. But the land of the lost was not forever for me for a light I saw and I found my way-- back to where I should be, in this lonely world-- the land of reality. To the land of the lost, I'll be back someday if my grip to the hand that lifted me will slowly loosen and then I'll see the world turn dark and there I'll be-- back to the land of the lost. Ariel Lalisan
Wandering Soul I am a wandering soul, looking for I don't know what, searching for I don't know whom. Those places I've been to taught me not. They caused me doubts. I am a wandering soul. The questions, how could I count? The answers, when would I find? A wandering soul, would I still be? A peaceful soul, when would I be? And a voice from nowhere spoke: Wandering Soul, would you ever meet someone to drench the fire inside? I think, you won't until you find the one you're looking for-- he is no one but you. Ariel Lalisan Legacy Naught It came from without. Nothingness was its seed. From nowhere it did sprout. Now, it's in my head. The train is to leave. I still sit undisturbed. For transition I so crave. Yet, I wait to be served. This way, I'll pass but once. There is not a second chance. Having no intent to pry, After living, I will soon just die. It is to me if I dwell in passivity-- I'll leave not a worthy memory. Not a trace of valor; But of cowardice and terror. Ariel Lalisan Shackles Free me from the thoughts that engulf my acts. Free me from this life that sucks. Free me from this cold world-- to where I never chose to be hurled. Free me from the evil within that scares away the rain. Free me from the venom that runs through my veins and will suddenly bring me to hell. Free me from my fears. Free me; hear me yell. Free me from tongues that bite. Free me from pain. Free me from the shadow that blocks the light. Free me from darkness. Free me from these shackles that hold my soul tightly. Relieve my agony and make me free-- from this grave whose latch's on hold. Free me, please, from this world. Free me. Ariel C. Lalisan Heal Me Loneliness... I'm falling into your abyss. Slowly, I'm losing my breath as I descend into your depth. Fool I am who believes in him who says, life contains only joy and bliss. I am alone in this cruel world; fighting the battles on my own. Ever did I triumph? No, I never have won. My soul is starving. I need healing. I don't need Hippocrates-- maybe, words from Socrates. Come now. Bring me out of the cold. Begin the healing, cheer up my soul. Would you? Ariel Lalisan |
 
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