tonight i struggle to write a poem just to flex my poetic muscles again, if there truly exists such a term.
i kept staring at the blank walls as blank as my thoughts. i kept turning my head towards the ceiling with the hope that a grand revelation would unfold from the heavens and play a cosmic movie before my wretched soul.
pause. stop. uhm, wretched mind?
nope, its too much of an exaggeration, even for my extravagant tastes. i have neither a wretched soul nor a wretched mind. yes, i am guilty of an occasional sin or two, but i don't think it would qualify me as being wretched, nuh-uh.
i could go on, blowing up things with grand words. but the point of the matter is, words seem to have left me. poetic words, that is; or the ability to construct them in such a way that the juxtaposition of said words would attain a much refined quality than just mere whining, the way this entry is turning out to be.
oh how i miss those days when i can just turn in a splendid imagery with just a flick of a wrist; the way royalty would order hordes of attendants to quivering submission to do their whims.
i miss writing poems. it seems that tonight, no massive amount of wrist-flicking would call my muse back; for she has wandered deep into the woods, it seems, in the years that i neglected her, and left me the ailing poet.
10.16.2011
10.15.2011
pokpok dance
i just bought a yoga mat that is currently the craze among yoga fanatics here in the metro. it's something like a welcome party to herald my return to all that bending and physical exertions i used to be so expert at. LOL.
like an eager novice, i followed the instruction as i rolled out the mat: wipe it first with a damp cloth, it said; and so i did. as i was doing it, i noticed that the surface has a seagrass design, and a strong chocolatey scent was emanating from it as i was doing so.
"sexy", i thought to myself. then an idea popped in my head.
why not play the good ole yoga music selection i use to play to accompany my practices? so i launched my itunes and proceeded to click on my yoga selection. but something nudged me to hitting the search button instead and soon after i was playing christina aguilera's "candyman" and started dancing wild and giddy like a showgirl circa 30's, complete with the blond 'do.
every beat, every shout, was reciprocated by an intense footwork, complete with the sex kitten projection--winking at an unseen audience and daring them to meet me at the dark alleyway at the back of the club after the dance. gentle you slut! hahaha!
midway in the dance, i stopped, sweating like hell and went to sit in front of theo (my laptop). fantasy and reality it seems nowadays, are two different things altogether. now i gotta go back to getting fit so i can finish at least one pokpok dance. LOL
like an eager novice, i followed the instruction as i rolled out the mat: wipe it first with a damp cloth, it said; and so i did. as i was doing it, i noticed that the surface has a seagrass design, and a strong chocolatey scent was emanating from it as i was doing so.
"sexy", i thought to myself. then an idea popped in my head.
why not play the good ole yoga music selection i use to play to accompany my practices? so i launched my itunes and proceeded to click on my yoga selection. but something nudged me to hitting the search button instead and soon after i was playing christina aguilera's "candyman" and started dancing wild and giddy like a showgirl circa 30's, complete with the blond 'do.
every beat, every shout, was reciprocated by an intense footwork, complete with the sex kitten projection--winking at an unseen audience and daring them to meet me at the dark alleyway at the back of the club after the dance. gentle you slut! hahaha!
midway in the dance, i stopped, sweating like hell and went to sit in front of theo (my laptop). fantasy and reality it seems nowadays, are two different things altogether. now i gotta go back to getting fit so i can finish at least one pokpok dance. LOL
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