i never liked numbers...so should i listen to this?

"paalam aking bulalakaw, pagkat kailangan ko nang dumilat sa tawag ng inang araw" - khavn de la cruz

Rock on Sir!

"We have our own God. We are taken cared of…somehow...even when you are at an edge, putang ina, you think, wala na (there is nothing anymore!) then, ‘tang ina, meron! You push yourself to the edge, you feel alive." -- Alex Baluyut, photographer.

*read full interview here.*

you sing, you paint, you write. some people dance. we're made of the same stuff.

I have nothing to confess.
That is the moon. Here
is my glass. They both
darken the more I speak.
And I rise. Struck down
by more poems than women.
Sinking into the page
to grab a drink and lift it
to my lips. I have a hymn.
I rise with that hymn
and curse at the stars.
That is how I love. Sending
all my loudest howls
into a vacuum. I invent
other names for despair.
Flower. Canvas. Century.
I own nothing of value
but gratitude. Thank you,
moon. Thank you, drink.
Thank you, darkness, for
nothing. Nothing is the best
place to drink in. Nothing
is the opposite of silence.
Nothing is a lion. And I am
a wolf. Caged in the world.
Embracing its inhabitants.
That god damn moon.

- Old Dog and Scotch, Rafael San Diego