My late night thoughts on society are
☁I see a copy after copy of people following as everyone else. Then the ones who are left aside for being different in mind. Something else. We are all born in time and space to explore inner selves. An image that society doesn't create well. To find the missing part of one's life I say the inner self that is slept on. I've seen young people feel of looking for expression and freedom. Society is too busy working and just existing without seeing beauty everywhere.
☁Society. You made young people jumped to their deaths than being that shoulder to lean on. You I call a temporary society is to make the standards and expectations for people to live only wanting them to escape. You did your best bringing me down from where I stand. There is fear I felt living in this dimension. The fear of becoming fearless. I fear to not live. I don't want to miss seeing more. An inner self saying inside, "The proof of my existence." To not fear the world. What it does to me and throws at me. Society defines an image of me which is false.
☁Funny of you society. I'm not bothered by the truth. You can't tell me I'm weak when you are weak towards truth.-
Uncle Dan Pt II
I have seen days when you play with the side of a coin scratching lottery cards at a time of ten.
It mostly turns out next time again.
The night comes seeing the version of you. Inner thoughts of an uncle late time once again.
Where he watches the leaves of the tree dance with air. The tranquil it shares. Songs of wind.
When we visit places with other cousins, uncles on our side, your thoughts would take you to sit next to the streetlights.
I said to him, "If only they spoke. To tell the insides of people. Not to fear the darkness. We get a little lost sometimes. Those lost times will lead us to meet new people as real."
Wet eyes of his are seen when finding himself in replayed memories. Then you start to sing for every rhythm. Along the people of our world.
Our tunes still heard at night. Streetlights going out in sight. The sound of guitar strings to estatic mind.
To think of the people he loves the most is a reflex to every beat of his as we call it our tunes.
I felt your bones as I pat your shoulder. My uncle who caught my feelings.
Feelings that speak truth. It makes him happy. Just like uncle Ding. Your lines are good enough. His bones agreed always.-
Uncle Dan
Near the side of backyard, you would talk to every peaceful plant reminding you of gentle touch.
Your vehicle of feelings lead you to avenues never visited now held a place inside the heart.
Your thoughts on the reflected spotlight seen with wet eyes. Soothing tunes reaches to the bedroom. You even sang when saying defeated.
Late nights being awake as untold stories of you comes into your mind
The remembrance of numerous dreams. Dream worlds many people walked by with freedom. Dreams that are the bridge between our world.
You also held letters of unforgettable memories forever lasting.
To feel it in your old hard bones waiting for to see me again until the end, your bones I will be remembering you as an epitaph memory.
Never too old to be happy I say. The bones agreed. If they break, I am still here because you're my uncle.
But it did not break for now.
I see in his old age, still a master of that microphone. He danced around with the deepest of notes sung inside. Yes. His bones agreed.
Took a break from the world, searched his mind called tranquility.
When listening to his interior story,
He is brought closer to reality.
His bones are now catching feelings.
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When I hear the voice of my inner self.
I woke up from dreams that I have seen a while back.
The dreams spoke of my repressed desires and sadness lingering about.
I turned back to reality again. The person I am. The inner voice. Inner self was an untold story of me.
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Uncle Ding Pt II
A day begins again when you are sober. The exterior view of yourself looked happy even for you searching self pleasure in a Casino.
During Rimando get together late night, another version of you was seen.
You revealed your heart of dreams to us that spoke repressed desires like the people of our world and such quiescent being.
Inner thoughts were mostly left by the bedroom. Sometimes you wanted to know how it feels to fall in love just as good.
Alone is actually the new version in you.
We spoke like we are in fiction.
Spoke like you knew the world on taking off its mask.
Spoke the tales of hidden uncle.
You fall for a dream world you wanted to live in called home. Many people do.
I noticed you fall, your sadness lingers. All I saw was growing beauty in the corner of heart.
Even when you fall, like a rejected hat knowing it falls, I picked you back up. You're my uncle. Your silent soul I read.
Maybe soon you will see drunkenness is dread.
Do you ever find sober mind boring? So you can drink to see real self.
Those untold stories tell of people living between two worlds.
Until we turn back to reality again.
A reality to accept.
If you end drinking.
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Uncle Ding
A name I mentioned. Quiet during day. Cheers with his glass during night.
His lighter as a lighting close companion. I am still awake. A master of cigarettes while drinking all the way until middle of night.
Late night thoughts stealing sleep in his eyes. To know his drunkenness will soon pass by.
He is a delightful one who greets people at get togethers with his playful Pinoy hands and formed smile.
Unseen messages of him carried like the flow of a song.
Danced around his feelings of deep singing to find another version of himself.
He sat alongside by other tipsy uncles speaking Rimando language.
When exchanging words to Ryan, Jason, and I. The four of us alone. We were remembering more of farewells than hellos.
Like people who we saw left. Never to tell them our inner selves. That is where we start to feel this all.
So as we start to unwind, lost in our minds, thinking we would press rewind.
To know the people we were around those times and all left behind.
His drink reminds me of a replayed last goodbye it was when he called it his drink.
He finds laughter from the fool he have been before. Now celebrate a life worth meeting more.
Comes a new version of us.
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Boredom
You still did not make me believe that my soul was meant to waste away.
Not that my house itself should let you stay any longer.
You have only made me know there is another day to hear untold stories.
The time I will see sunrise and the moon lights.
Hear a hooting of a night owl that even sings better than my high school class.
Welcomed the spirit of God and read his true words.
To never suck the poetry out of me. Late night thoughts wondering about feeding my enchanting soul.
For discovering unknown parts of myself and other people to meet closely sharing those untold stories and be seen.
Our world with many faces of a smile. Those feelings held on for a while.
It is because of boredom, I did not fall for your illusion of boring existence.
You have let me lived many ways of life, putting me to different avenues to see more.
Met again faces of people I shared memories before.
Your monotony transformed me into melodious.
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I woke up to see another world. I kept
walking around by such beautiful places, the entity inside shares with my mind. These were the words I heard, "This world reminds you what is missing in your world. People who remember names, where hearts come closer for what is shared in such a different world. Real love. Voices so pleasing to the ear. Such a world you live is broken, I am the being who does not submit to evil hearts nor create destruction. I brought you here to show you this world. The people welcomed you with such adoring character. You wanted to know how it felt and this is a dream worth remembering."
At the end, the dark entity lead me to a silent place. It revealed itself out of my body.
The last words, "It is time to go back in your world. Human."
As it stormed towards me I said, "Wait!" It did not stop only to release its mighty power that knocked me unconscious."
I finally woke up from the dream to feel my face. All the time I had to see a world deeply bright. Here is what the dream meant when I started my day. I may live in this broken world. The character I chose to be like the people of other world in the dream. A living being whose heart holds real love.
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As I was standing in a large square room, I looked down
to a descending floor of nothingness, and above me seeing an eternal blue void forever ascending.
In the front of the doorway, a strong presence I sensed. It approached closer more intense, the dark entity as we stood by each other where dreams connect.
A being who's dark blue aura emits up to the ascending void, a power that reaches beyond souls. With such height and mighty features.
I stayed quiet when it said, "An empty room I see. There is enough for the two of us we can be. Everything is actually here, because I am here even if it is an empty room and you exist as true. I am not the God of Death that stands here. All I want is to live together and be as one. Trust is rare in your world. But not in me."
When I accepted these words, the hand of the dark being was softly placed on my shoulder. Darker and darker it became until the aura consumed us both and became one.-
The voices during sunset.
When the voices sends melodies through the effulgent sun,
These were the beauty of sad souls from a far distance I saw each one walking by the bridge between the connecting worlds.
They would stand by the scenery listening to their aching hearts that sang. As serenity seen warmth the places bright like an endless dream.
As I approach these people, they noticed me.
I see in their eyes, the solivagant ones who were mostly alone. The stories of insomniacs. I met people like these.
They even stay awake at night to the sound of silence, then tell their tales to the stars above. The love held to never be forgotten.
There is one part a person said and I listened.
"This bridge is long. The feelings are our song. Wanting to see more. Here is why the bridge is called the voices during sunset. People would walk and meet other melancholy ones to share feelings towards their aura. From beginning to end of time. Here we define our existence. For us to think of seeing other worlds out there."
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