tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409232545583136742023-11-16T15:30:54.763+08:00Elytheria EkfrasisWelcome to my world. Explore and travel with me through endless words in my mind and the randomness of my soul.
The meaningless days of life under the sun is a mystery before my eyes. Some are untold..some are unheard..some are left unspoken. Dead and gone.
The world is beyond my grasp. Life is beyond my comprehension. I long for freedom.. I long for expression. I cannot silence the voice in the depths of my being.Phantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121367640763763841noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740923254558313674.post-16832263115206250072008-07-23T00:18:00.023+08:002008-08-07T10:59:25.742+08:00<strong>AND MY HEART SPEAKS</strong>..<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi21i3P4ahLbe1chMdgx1APLzsqhoRiZBr1QLj7_hj6NgAsFOeSegYOFBBkbl9Cn6CtiMxb3Q8zAxxLvhLFfV_jX-2_86jtrDUlkggGVney6KTg9YgCKEbEsihahpsB92FPcrI9qFET8F8/s1600-h/PICT0053.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi21i3P4ahLbe1chMdgx1APLzsqhoRiZBr1QLj7_hj6NgAsFOeSegYOFBBkbl9Cn6CtiMxb3Q8zAxxLvhLFfV_jX-2_86jtrDUlkggGVney6KTg9YgCKEbEsihahpsB92FPcrI9qFET8F8/s200/PICT0053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225884706218290610" /></a><br /><br /><br />If I have all the colors of the rainbow<br />I would paint happiness and not sorrow<br />If I have all the flakes of the snow<br />I will gather them and make kisses to blow<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgon0LHJEX2vpmFIHufu4XvueBQKV1dIv0cG8fJygUuYBsem-dl4-vgAU10ITn-xeL_lowCUHAtuDbPE_XEVouMjxfCio-MywWlmvbZGF7VaohyphenhyphenKs8qvE0dtzs0Qt8mBeeK15poUaLhYDA/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgon0LHJEX2vpmFIHufu4XvueBQKV1dIv0cG8fJygUuYBsem-dl4-vgAU10ITn-xeL_lowCUHAtuDbPE_XEVouMjxfCio-MywWlmvbZGF7VaohyphenhyphenKs8qvE0dtzs0Qt8mBeeK15poUaLhYDA/s200/Sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225882632921090322" /></a>If I have all the glimpse of sunrise<br />Each morning you will wake up with a surprise<br />If I have all the hope in the universe<br />Trust me no burning bridge you cannot traverse <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtZFOcKWb7dtxUFZTak2RxtYW3XyO-pkyhuaOFhJDeJrAAg17dQYbZgjLrz8k5KdYS6zgBHAWkwPC4vwr9xKwjGR9BobCLAmvsBx22Cxg43qmlKObHAjEW9aU-ibRSoNgB5z47-UFENNc/s1600-h/Siobhan+148.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtZFOcKWb7dtxUFZTak2RxtYW3XyO-pkyhuaOFhJDeJrAAg17dQYbZgjLrz8k5KdYS6zgBHAWkwPC4vwr9xKwjGR9BobCLAmvsBx22Cxg43qmlKObHAjEW9aU-ibRSoNgB5z47-UFENNc/s200/Siobhan+148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225883295838498882" /></a>If I have all the smiles of the babies<br />I will adorn your cheek with happiness<br />If I will have all the beauty of the flowers<br />I will clothe you with its splendor forever<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPRAVrmOFowDj08EIFj64iymDJCR4grYnaQLvVDN1k8RNXHnEXncnP8J16zGUypy6cOHrepSwVCnhnAd5riMA8rreSbYpnWjLBU49dxAvinyx7YObGbCsOvufYIwcF39TZQ_pw49npqY/s1600-h/Boracay+Trip+634.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPRAVrmOFowDj08EIFj64iymDJCR4grYnaQLvVDN1k8RNXHnEXncnP8J16zGUypy6cOHrepSwVCnhnAd5riMA8rreSbYpnWjLBU49dxAvinyx7YObGbCsOvufYIwcF39TZQ_pw49npqY/s200/Boracay+Trip+634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225878081832464546" /></a>If I can box up all the warmth of the sun<br />I will send it to you <br />when the summer is gone<br />When cold comes telling you winter has begun<br />My love will sustain you when everything is gone<br /><br /> <br />Note: The winter picture is courtesy of my friend Paolo from the UK and the baby (lovely Siobhan) pic from my friend Arie from New ZealandPhantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121367640763763841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740923254558313674.post-44861999128399888552008-05-15T23:57:00.007+08:002008-07-09T12:57:01.055+08:00IncredulousnessOh Soul! Who are you?<br />where do you come from?<br />Why you become so proud?<br />From a tiny blood you grew<br />Into an ambitious lad<br /><br />Everything docks in your shore<br />Yet you cry for more<br />You chase everything your heart's desire<br />Leak them like a consuming fire<br /><br />You're like a grave that swallows every dead<br />Even full you take it all<br />Somehow forgetting the One above<br />That He gave everything you have<br /><br />But then your time is up<br />Someone has pulled your back<br />That turns everything to black<br />Too late DEATH visits your lap!Phantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121367640763763841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740923254558313674.post-44952618752487302942008-05-01T12:45:00.000+08:002008-05-01T17:23:20.356+08:00Life is a Matter of Perspective<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxjg9F_HclYVCZaEsqVnZoFBjDM3O_LaK1zrPBS0v3su2yTcJ6d8DHjPHdEbRruZj_cvA6ZAlaNDWTH42XjjsDnVcFpcWBC16eWiPor1skZ3i8kRLk7T8_-DiCa51fxysRb11fK8GTfw/s1600-h/pics+182.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKPmlJdu1xHnxTJZ8x4AvUJ5fTgF3Eut38pFXGo71TGGPybf2vnrJevtDBx6b3gLfFProvjJkXkDMFH-cfagaZDpPyKf28uUNuaxF1MXUwi7cqL2H4WcYorrq6wCWUqjXStChpVPDYUM/s320/pics+145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193947120518460098" /></a><br /><br />She ties her shoe<br />She sings HO!<br />She calls who<br />A poet’s woe<br /><br />The sun is up<br />Gotta think on top<br />We got money and we need to hop<br />Off we go to the shop and laugh<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=phant0m" target="_top"><img border="0" alt="Free Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=phant0m&s=a" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"></a><script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=phant0m></script><br /><br><a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"><font color="#666666">Free Counter</font></a>Phantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121367640763763841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740923254558313674.post-39959092984249260902008-04-15T16:38:00.000+08:002008-04-15T18:54:06.302+08:00In Search of Love and MeaningEvery day I shed my tacky nightgown<br />scan<br />The papers for the cosmical <br />barometer<br />What perils I should circumbent<br />what<br />Alliances to cultivate, the tides<br />The hemlines, water levels,<br />indexes of<br />Copper, sugar, chrome, antics of kinds<br />Weather forecast, obituaries, ads<br />Whose self-advertisement were published<br />Who has come or gone?<br />One must protect ones shares of stock<br />In search of ecstasy and wisdom,<br />I down my pan de sal and coffee,<br />Take a stroll among my flora, coaxing<br />Them to bloom, I nuzzle the baby,<br />wash<br />My seams, intone my mantra, take<br />A crap, tidy up, I figure what's for<br />Lunch, I mend a tear, settle a bill,<br />Medicate a wound, make a call or<br />two<br />Struggle to maintain my equanimity<br />I communicate, condone, condemn,<br />condole,<br />Conspire, chuckle, consider, congratulate,<br />Con, corrupt, compare, I compose<br />I contemplate<br />And when the boys are home for lunch,<br />then<br />Naptime, write a thing or two,<br />issue a<br />Communique, an application, inquiry<br />a gripe<br />My second cup of coffee, venture<br />out into<br />"THE WORLD OUT THERE SOMEWHERE"<br />because one<br />Must protect ones share of stock, get on<br />In the world swagger, strut, protect for<br />what would<br />Mater say or Auntie E. by Noche Buena time?<br />Should I get on a notch or two?<br />Today I crave for adventure, a tribal<br />intiation<br />To some esoteric lore, I engineer<br />today's<br />Disguise, an exercise in packaging<br />to<br />Camouflage the pangs of aging<br />Just what it is that physical decay can<br />Teach? I take a mental note to fast<br />and pray<br />Just who was it who died the<br />other day?<br />We ooze out poesies when young<br />and prose much later<br />And the we clamber up our wheels,<br />my spouse<br />Turns up the engine, navigates,<br />we're off<br />To realms mysterious, lairs of dragons<br />tower off<br />ivory, rooms, of porphyry were<br />Dwelleth beauty or perchance today<br />vertiginous madness<br />And decay, domains of pomp, or<br />filthy hovels<br />Where miracles lurk around the<br />edges<br />To celebrate...<br />celebrations,castigations, journeys<br />astral<br />And mundane, tree and phoney<br />kindoms of ennui<br />Accidie, grandeur, truth and beauty.<br />Of pain and evasion, music of<br />the spheres<br />Territorial battles, hair raising<br />feats of<br />Endurance, hum drum encounters,<br />tedious divagations<br />Then by midnight we are home<br />with son in tow<br />I tuck the children in, perform<br />my ablutions<br />Slip into my nightgown, press<br />their acupuncture<br />points, meredians in the feel<br />it's back<br />Dailiness,read Kerove or Fuller<br />Ploit of hexagrams<br />Of Yin and Yang, consider the<br />plight<br />Of the planet, the state and stability<br />Of the nation, How and What I Goofed,<br />My literary non-career, Impending<br />droughts<br />Local and global, Imbalances, ecological<br />And Interpersonal, mny little<br />triumphs of defeats<br />The state of my pocketbook<br />And the evascence of things<br />12,000 odd days later,<br />What does it all add up to?<br />I see its youth that swaggers<br />While the ageing, buckle down to<br />Comfort and whats got to be done<br />Beyond my round of dailiness<br />and ecstasy<br />Beyond the world lies poesie..<br /><br />* I love this poem (but this isn't mine.. sigh*). I found it about 10 years ago when my evil boss locked me in the stock room. Oh no,I wasn't brutally abuse. It was just I lost an important paper and I had to dig all the stuff and eat all the dust in the stock room to find it out. Unfortunately, I didnt find what I was looking for,instead I found an old magazine issued on the day and year I was born. This poem caught my eye. I wasn't able to figure out the name of the author because the part where his name was written was torn. Email me if you're the author :-) Oh please dont sue me!Phantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121367640763763841noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740923254558313674.post-38857175344509617642008-04-11T16:33:00.000+08:002008-04-15T18:55:37.098+08:00BleedI breathe the morning dew from your velvet sky<br />The drips of your blood bathe me endlessly<br />Your fire burns deep within my veins<br />Consume me and keep me sane <br /><br />Let me fly and die in your arms<br />Awaken the passion and keep me warm<br />While the nightingale sings and takes its flight by night<br />Pierce me and bury me into the deepest of the night<br /><br />Cage me but loose my chain<br />Chase me and dance with me in pain<br />The sea roars like a mad lion caged in agony<br />There your voice tame me like a harp plays in harmony<br /><br />The northern wind castigate me in my dreams<br />It castellated the castle I built so it seems<br />The cruelties of the night keep me from your song<br />There you put back the slumber I long <br /><br />Bleed me and take my breath away<br />Take the arrow and slay me <br />Let it buried forever in my heart<br />There I can feel you forever in my heartPhantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121367640763763841noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740923254558313674.post-46505519215088907592008-04-10T15:28:00.000+08:002008-04-11T15:57:56.051+08:00To The One I LoveI love you more than words can say<br />You may not often hear me say<br />But in my heart you always stay<br />Loving you makes my life complete<br />For you are the air that I breathe<br /><br />Every seconds I can hear you say<br />You loved me more than I can see<br />In the strength of your arm<br />I can feel I'm free from harm<br />You're the music to my soul<br />And giving you up I'd be a fool<br /><br />How can I not love you<br />When you wipe away my all tears<br />and take away all my fears<br />Without you life would be so empty<br />My world would be nothing but vanity<br /><br />Your love for me is beyond compare<br />Search my heart this I dare<br />I love you and you know it's true<br />When everything is said and done<br />I will love you till my breath is gone<br /><br />*<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsv-n_EEhDozZDJVIDVTk1W9hcbs87vnQydiOup0lVx5Y5mfkheyKyT5VN1upzCil5k6GpkTMSPTalIWsmYBDy-HmH2934FiVFPufOkqtEcFY9IIByNTFLei-pw0SagwEAyBHchsnWnw/s1600-h/30115187465453ltg2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsv-n_EEhDozZDJVIDVTk1W9hcbs87vnQydiOup0lVx5Y5mfkheyKyT5VN1upzCil5k6GpkTMSPTalIWsmYBDy-HmH2934FiVFPufOkqtEcFY9IIByNTFLei-pw0SagwEAyBHchsnWnw/s200/30115187465453ltg2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187646695240776098" /></a>This poem was written almost 8 years ago while my foot was planted on a 10,311 feet above sea level mountain. My heart just cannot contain and express the love I felt on that day while I was looking at the cottony clouds below me, so I took my pen out in my backpack and began to write. This poem always remind me of my undying love to a very special someone in my life. Someone who will always be loved til the day I die.Phantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121367640763763841noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740923254558313674.post-74601995535922877332008-04-09T23:38:00.000+08:002008-04-15T18:56:21.641+08:00IronyHow vivid is the farthest star<br />How near is the distant shore<br />How reachable is the Orion<br />How dim is the uncertainty<br />How foolish is the wisdom of a fool<br />How far can you fly with Icarus’ wings<br />How soon is forever<br />How gentle is the roaring lion<br />How strong is a broken spirit<br />How lovely is a scattered dream<br />And how passionate is the eyes of a homeless child...Phantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121367640763763841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740923254558313674.post-52355663555434260712008-04-09T14:06:00.000+08:002008-04-15T18:56:52.349+08:00SlumberEyes, close your door<br />Shut yourself from the folly of the wee hour<br />Cast your slumber into your veins<br />Embrace the sweetness of drifting into the depth of silence<br />Caress the soul within you<br />Unburden the loads of the day<br />Untangle the cares and lay<br />Swiftly whisper to my ear<br />The song I want to hear<br /><br />Eyes, give rest to your weary wings<br />Swim in the tide of your imagination<br />Eyes, do you hear the tempting voice of nightingale?<br />Listen to the pounding of someone’s heart beguiled<br />Let the beat hums you to sleep<br />Uncover the darkness with the joy you dreamt<br />Till morrow welcome you with the blazing sunrise of hope<blockquote></blockquote>Phantomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04121367640763763841noreply@blogger.com2