Ikis Seguarbo

Captured

2011-06-08T22:28:00.009+08:00

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With

2011-03-23T08:56:00.009+08:00

Running to the top around people is more of a selfish move
You encourage competition with some
When you reach top you are probably alone or see a few
Realize and see you are first or you're not the best after all
And that you missed out on so many things on your way up,

When you do walk
You encourage relationship
Easier to go along hand in hand with
You get to have time to enjoy the view
Have people around to talk about how the experience may be hard or easy
When you all reach top you realize and see you're not the first
But with friends and you look around to see that they are family
And that it was the best journey you ever took of all.

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Mount Pulag's summit... the playground of the gods, surrounded by the sea of clouds we stand!

Sunrise
April 11, 2011
Mount Pulag, Kabayan, Benguet

Philippines

Drawings

2010-06-17T21:36:00.006+08:00

October 11, 2007
EUGENE FLOR Portrait, Medium: Pencil
Emerson Bimuyag Photography Thumbnail

October 3, 2004
HALF, Medium: Crayon

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Needles

2009-09-16T20:12:00.006+08:00

My Body Art

Superman

2008-05-29T23:23:00.001+08:00

I am a man some say as multi-talented, a man of passion, creativity, and someone who has an eye and hand for art.
I get inspiration from people that come to my life whether they stay or not, experiences, and especially emotions that drive my mind and body into action.
I adapt myself to where I am and who I’m with, and radiate from there the mood that embodies me to do something I’m already capable of and also do things I’m about to discover that I could.
I love music, from classical music like opera especially tenor, jazz, pop, rock, alternative, R&B, any music as long as they’re really music to the ears and are appealing.
I also love reading, more on general psychology books and some novels.
I sing, I draw, paint, poetic at times, I dance a lot more like crazy, do gardening, take photos, and really do whatever my motivation makes me.
Like what James Dean has quoted,

Dream as if you’ll live forever.
Live as if you’ll die today.
-- James Dean

For me, to be able to do everything or anything, it always comes to a point wherein you sit down, breathe, reminisce and realize that behind all what you could do, there are people in the background that inspire you like your family, friends, and especially someone you share your intimacy and affection.
Someone you love, someone who whispers to you feelings of love, someone who touches you within.
Someone who even hurts you yet you forgive.
Someone who gets hurt by you yet stays and yes you are forgiven.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness,
a tender look which becomes a habit.
-- Peter Ustinov

Someone who laughs with you and share fun with, even though how shallow.

Anyone can be passionate,
but it takes real lovers to be silly.
-- Rose Franken

Yes, I may be a man who could do innumerable things like Superman, a superman in my own capabilities, and in my own weaknesses.
But without somebody who puts meaning to my existence, I’ll be like an anonymous painting admired but unknown.
I may have numerous quests in life but to find the essence of my heart is what I truly desire.
Someone who would be there through good and bad times, someone who simply knows you very well from how you eat, how you laugh like a hyena, how you smell, even fart, and knows how terrible you are but doesn’t mind.
Someone you go to bed with, be comfortable and cuddle, say your goodnight, your words of I love you, go to sleep and have somebody beside you the whole cold night.
Someone who you’ll wake up with a kiss and say to yourself, yes, oh yes I am Superman.

Leov

2005-09-20T20:31:00.001+08:00

You walk across the street towards me
Like a massive wind to command the sea
To strike me
Cover me

Drown me in an ocean of liquor
To bring forth sirens out to allure me
Be enticed by voices crooning to possess me

Directing your voice to cantillate to my ears
Like a roaring lion claiming my heart
That will make me shed tears for you in hunger

Hunger that only you can content
An eternal craving hounding for your presence
To make love with my naked body
With my naked heart and soul

Desiring for your warmth
To have you pressed against my frail flesh
Feel your boldness
Your passion
Feel you

You drive my mind shattered when you are away
Wanting you close
Wanting your love
Needing you
For I love you.

A Love Poem; September 11, 2005, Sunday, 11:15 PM

Dream

2003-02-28T02:08:00.003+08:00

Still asleep, covered with warm woolen blanket, I dream. Comfortable as it seems but unknowingly flooded. I hardly can see for everywhere is blur that surrounds me. I feel this pain stabbing me. Who do I see? Who do I see? Nothing! I see nothing. But I feel them. Blood dripping down my skin, coming out my flesh, draining down my soul and air so unseen, I couldn’t reach. I felt the ground, very cold it is. I tried grasping it figuring out where I am. It was solid and white. I reckoned they were marbles. As I opened my eyes wide, I saw this bright light from afar. But it gets farther, farther and farther until I could barely see it, it was gone. I felt terrified. Using the strength left in me, I tried standing up. I stood. My wounds are gone. No sign of tormented body showed my eyes. I’m renewed. I ran. Running on endless marbles, I could already see clearly the details of each tile. They were beautiful. I stopped and desired to feel the ground again. I felt like I’m lying on clear water. It was like floating at darkness on blank wide space visible in the dark. I heard a voice. I stood and focused where it’s coming from. I saw this image, a maiden standing not too far from me. Her voice calls my name, over and over again, again and again. I couldn’t recognize her. I thought that I know her for she knows me. As I blinked my eyes to clear my sight, I saw trees, I saw clouds, mountains, flowers, all around a wide plain of green grass that now was where I am. Darkness was gone. Her, she’s right next to me on her knees. Dressed up like an angel, a face like an angel, of a voice so fine that calls my name like an angel. Very astonishing she is. She held my face and blew the strands of hair covering me. She looked at me like she was reading every detail of who I am. She smiled and walked away. I stood at once and followed her, but she was too far now. I felt weak seeing her gone. I closed my eyes trying to recall everything about her. She is so beautiful, so beautiful and someone to long for. As I opened my eyes, I am awake. Dawn was breaking by then. I quit my bed and proceeded outside to feel the morning breeze and to eye the morning sky. It was pure bliss that embraced me that life is being bestowed. As I looked around, I all of a sudden felt lacking something. It was someone. Someone that had became a piece of me. It was her, she that had appeared in my dream that showed me affection and revived me from solitude. She that made me feel loved and to love. She is a vision, an astounding one. Destiny. Every now and then, that dream of mine became a quest. Every time I surrender down my body to sleep, I pray that she would show up again and continue the journey in that paradise I once saw. Now, the dream was gone, for it is now real. The quest was over. For at last I already found her. The only question now is, will she remember me? Every time I see her I feel complete and renewed just like in that dream. I hope she’ll remember. I hope she’ll like me, just as she held me there in that paradise I ever sought. I hope you will, for she was you.

A Love Letter; February 19, 2003, Wednesday

Letting Go

2002-11-23T19:03:00.001+08:00

It was dark when I entered my room. Windows closed and no single light from the lights outside could enter. Not even a single sound, I hear nothing. The silence was so loud and made everything I imagined hearing comes audible. It scared me and made me feel so empty. I went to my bed and lit the candle near reach to it. I pulled a box from under. I closed my eyes as I pulled up a letter under stacks and as I opened it, tears fell down my eyes. My hands came trembling from the hold of the letter. It melted my heart. As I read by the lines, it killed me softly little by little. Memories passed my mind. They came ravishing like storm and made me feeling cold and unprotected. As I lain down, a warmth love covered me. She was there brushing my hair by her caring hands. She bended forward and whispered words that crushed my heart feeling the longing and emptiness. She said, “I love you… I love you with all my heart. Please let me go, let me go, let me go.” She held me so tight I couldn’t breathe. She kissed me goodbye and disappeared. I cried, cried with all my heart, with all my thoughts, with all I am. As I looked up my window, it was open. Letting light to come in, letting the wind touch me, touching me gently like it was her. I closed my eyes and said, “I love you… I love you with all my heart. I’m letting you go, I’m letting you go, I’m letting you go… Goodbye.”

Short Story Writing in Class; November 21, 2002, Thursday, 9:30-11:00 AM