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2007-08-07T11:42:00.000-07:00

I found this while surfing (from a cool site I must add. http://xkcd.com) I count my lucky stars neither of us was like the guy here. (though we are dangerously geeky enough to have been o_O ) Though I doubt either of us will disconnect from the convo hehe. I thought you would find this funny. ^_^

Vivid Dream

2007-07-16T10:46:00.000-07:00

Dream traveler:

Awake the world is nothing but harsh reality, then you closed your eyes... behold the world in my dream. Tread the sandy surfaces and let the water stars sparkle your image, then smell the tranquil cool paradise breeze that enshrouds you skin.

Now, traveler... gaze up into the heavens and watch the stardust sanctuary form as it lines out your destiny from star to star. Home of dreamers, church to the hopeful, guide of explorers, this is the infinite space... pick a star and it will be your home.

You laughed in my dream, yet you acknowledged the nonsense with a squeeze on my hand as your gaze never left the sky. Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, and you responded with a soft smile "never let it fade away?" ... exactly.

Sit down on the cool sand, and look at the sheet of ocean water mimic a second sky, what are you waiting for? connect the dots and paint me a picture.

A tear rolls down your cheek for you can't see images or pictures, the beauty of the stars is all you see, and I said ... exactly. For the future is not predicted in skies or written in stone, face it and you'll face destiny and paint your fate among the stars. I showed you the gods and the heroes of the ancient world, their eternal life forever etched in dark skies for the limited and endless world to see.

You felt my touch clear away any remaining tears and with that you came closer and embraced tightly around me, nuzzling on my chest, sniffling. I couldn't have that, not in my dream, so I brought your face up to mine and softly kissed your plump lips.

... that's for believing, so you gazed deeply and realized that you have fallen like shooting stars that briefly caught our attention and with an excited tone you told me to make a wish, but I simply discarded and turned back to you... nahh... don't have to you already came true.

Eyes soften and your embrace love-filled you quietly whispered these 3 words, wishing that this dream wouldn't end. You woke holding on to me, curled underneath blankets and quietly looked up to gently caress my face and saw dreams do come true.

Soft Lullaby

2007-07-05T06:12:00.000-07:00

You're not there.

But in dreams
you are, lurking,
a ghost embracing my mind,
painting my dome skies black,
with the caustic ringing
voice of silence
that breaks from whispers
of sweet lulla-byes
waving beyond the mind.

Always there.

You haunt me,
and I feel you
but never enough to keep
these soul-felt tears
from a distant company,
wishing for once we were here

and not just in there.

First Steps

2007-07-02T14:30:00.000-07:00

When you wake...

In that moment,
when I opened my door
and the first step outside
I realized
That my skin ends
and your world begins.

Nice, Warm, Beautiful.

Though I can't touch it,
I still see it.

I take the second step
and realize my skin ends
and your world began.

Amazing, Exciting, Beautiful.

Though I can't touch it,
I feel it.

On the third step
I realized
that my world ends
and your skin begins.

Though I can't touch it,
my words do,

Soft, Warm... beautiful.

New Beginnings

2007-07-02T02:57:00.000-07:00

I found you in this mailbox
when my hand reached
inside to look for a laugh,
little did I know that
when I pulled you out,
you tickled my heart
so much, I just had to
keep you.

Te Amo

2007-06-26T00:41:00.000-07:00

for Famtz

I watch myself move
from place to place, leaving footprints
that gradually disappear- languages,
learned and unlearned in a span
of a hello, muli bwanji and au revoir, leaving
only remnants at the backs of old photos.

And even those images fade, lost
somewhere between my growing up
from maulawon to suplada to this quiet
wariness of one tired of being redefined
every time I translate my memories, tired
of dropping friends as often as I did my R's.

So when I found out you spoke spanish,
in a Mexican drawl you found I didn't care to learn,
you brought your lips to mine, in a silence
that became my personal rosetta stone
etching this memory and those yet to be born:
ones where I found myself

whisper between kisses
"Ndimakukonda...je t'aime...mahal kita..."
in a flawless translation
of how you taught me to love:
with everything
I am.

Zeno's Paradox

2007-01-27T01:45:00.000-08:00

famtz(8:01:38 AM): I don't think I'll be able to sleep...don't cry little Rackoy...
rackoy (8:18:36 AM): I'm scared i'll never find my way to you, the road is blocked with infinite obstacles

What is distance,
but a bunch of numbers
that define the space
between us–

The stretch of mileposts
between your eyebrow
and my chin as
I kiss your forehead.

It is the surface area
of triangles made
when I hook my ankles
to the back of your knees.

A Cartesian bed graphing
the arch of my back
whenever I tuck my belly
into your torso.

For distance is nothing,
but a Zeno’s paradox
of infinite points reachable
by hands at the end

of outstretched arms.

Rewritten

2007-01-24T01:23:00.000-08:00

rackoy (6:07:47 AM): i'm fingering the scar in my forearm and for the first time it doesn't bring me any painful memories, i carved it there 7 years ago to remind me of where i've been, now its a map thats finally revealing the path of where im supposed to go...
famtz (6:10:51 AM): hmm... I glad you're looking forward... you don't deserve to keep reliving the past.
rackoy (6:11:38 AM): you're echoing the voice in my head verbatim
famtz(6:12:59 AM): I must be your guardian devil then  :-P
famtz (6:13:36 AM): and you're nestled safely under my wing...

I am a storybook,
the tales long ago
etched by quills of blade
and blood ink on
skin parchment.

You were reading me–
setting me on your lap,
opening me and gingerly
tracing the surface scars
with your fingertip.

Like the others,
I offered you a blank page
and an iridium nibbed plume,
enclosing it in your palm as
I spread myself on the table.

You lifted me and carried me
back to the filled-up pages.
Flipping the quill over,
you started erasing scars
with the feather tip.

I am still a storybook,
bound with human vellum–
but this time rewritten
by your hands, lips and tongue
dipped in soul-ink.

At World’s End

2007-01-07T00:57:00.000-08:00

for Famtz, my muse, for waking me from my 2 year slumber of writer's block. [illustration by Famtz]

While waiting for the sun,
your keyboard speaks for you
as my eyes become ears that
crinkle at corners whenever
I hear you come in.

We strolled on moonlit screens,
walking around with fingers rather than feet,
eagerly leading and following
each other through a labyrinth
of thoughts and dreams.

I no longer get lost here,
ever since you started
leaving soul-crumbs on the ground
so I can easily find you once
we exit toward a place

where I can chase the sun
toward the world’s end,
where I can close my eyes
and still be able to hear you
speak my name.