Some Dragons are Just Bigger

http://otakutech.com/2714/bethesda-teach-skyrim-dragons-to-fly/

By Beth

One fight fought
One dragon slain,
Everyone has a battlefield
Everyone has something to exterminate.

But sometimes,

One man’s arena
Is just another man’s ground for play
And one man’s big fight
Is just another man’s sparring game.

Nonetheless,

Throughout all the wars we find ourselves in
And all the enemies we have to face…
Be it known that all battles big or small,
Are lost or won… inside your brain.

I LOVE YOU! (the poetry of our lives)

Photography and Poetry by Karlo Weygan Kokoi Ravanera


And,
the Poetry of Our Lives,
just like the Poet--
would persist and continue to live on...
For the Days, we count not--
but stead
the moments, we cherish,
for THAT is what's vital and of utmost importance

YOU are;
to ME, LIFE...
YOU, to me, IS JOY...
You is YOU
YOU are ME...
AND YOU, IS WE...

And...

I LOVE YOU!

When Monica grabbed Bill

By Kurt Bagayao

Snoring your way to your much-anticipated REM.

Hoping you could catch on your dreams with the sun as your emblem.

Numbers and letters on the glass, scribbled and decoded for your viewing pleasure.

Leaving "Aha!" moments leaving a wide grin on your face like a caricature.

Metamorphosis

By Invictus

How do you murder a butterfly in its metamorphosis?  

Squash the egg?

Splatter the caterpillar’s blood on the ground?

Crack the cocoon open?

Rip the wings off of a butterfly?

Monstrosity will never run out of ways!

This is not fiction. There are unborn babies whose future parents have unapologetically declared on Twitter they’d kill their children at the first sign of gay buoyancy.

Two years ago, Zachary Dutro, age 4, was murdered by his own mother believing he was queer. 

In this picture, his intestines hadn’t been torn open yet.

And it would be months before liquid leaked out from his damaged bowels.

A few months ago, Billy Lucas, age 15, was bullied to death.

Frenetic in his attempt to escape from his tormentors, he hanged himself in their barn.

Two years ago, Elvin Gonzalvo, age 21, was led by his father’s homophobic words to believe he was better off dead, so his body was found dangling in that dungeon of a home.

SAID THE FOX (as inspired by my favorite story, The Little Prince)

By Beth

The Little Prince and the Fox (c) Harcourt, Brace, & Co.

I am not like the Little Prince’s Flower

Protected in her glass globe which she demanded.

She pretends to cough and sneeze so that she will be pitied

Somehow, I find that  irritating.

I run away from anything that comes close.

I am often feared but nonetheless hunted

And I can be as contradictory as the man who fears me yet hunts me.

Do I want to be killed by my seeker?

Of course not. I do not think I run toward my death.

I run toward a home…

So… maybe I can be tamed?

Yes I may cower as a hand stretches out to me

And I cringe at the slightest touch

But I am tired of running…

And you… you calm me down…

Dear Girl

By Invictus

Photo by: http://www.lovethispic.com/profile/Bill

Girl, you have been drinking dew from leaves

believing it would quench your thirst for morning cuddles.

Convinced that the world is a wide winter bed,

you hike the wilderness alone seeking for a campfire.

Girl, why have you tied your worth to a dying tree?

But that doesn’t matter now, does it? The question

 you should be more concerned with is which one

is better off cut, the tree or your wrists?

Once Upon a Someday

By Beth

I was going over a pile of my stories
And I chanced upon a fairy tale
But the final chapter was missing
Not written yet… maybe someday.

Visited the playground for some release
But there were too many who joined the game
Wondered when will there be room for me
No vacancy yet… maybe someday.

Checked the box for some letters
But nothing was in the mail
Nothing that I was searching for.
Unconstructed yet…maybe someday.

Walked into a room of music
But all your songs were in play
They still stab at my fragile heart
Not callous yet… maybe someday.

All I have now are questions
When everyone said “leave”, I stayed
And when I said I’d stay, I moved
No explanations yet…maybe someday

That’s all I possess…
Now that all convictions are astray
Now that there is nothing definite
All I have …are so many somedays

Sincerely, Flower

By Aby Yba

He loves you,

Observe and admire how my great beauty spreads itself open before your eager eyes. Smell my scent as every second, I lose it.

He loves you not.

Sincerely,

Flower

Yes, the one that you pick up and smell, and cut, and tie, and display, for all to see, Or give away, or sell  for others to drown,  for others and for all to see. Do it fast, but not too fast.

Do it, before I wither.

FOR REGINA (BIRTHDAY)

By Invictus

They say the body is made out of dust, but no one has ever told me the flesh could also erode from the body like a mudslide. A hug can warm the heart, but tell me other ways how I could warm your heart without crushing what is left in that body of yours. Those bones were reaching out to me like branches, and I could only hope I was  a bluebird singing in the vast forest of your lost faith. Unwilling to let go of my memory of that girl you once had been, I held you in that embrace like a remnant of an artifact whose real form had gotten lost in time; you, whose body is now a collateral damage to the bloodshedding of your own hopes.

WHITE FLAG

By Invictus

Words sometimes do not stay true to form. When used skillfully, they can squeeze out the sweetest of juice and throw away the bitter peel. I use metaphors to hide the forbidding shape of grief and unload my depression out of my chest forcing you to read every writing I post about how messed up life has been. But this isn't mere writing anymore.These words are the aftermath of a battle. This is a war cry, a sound of loss and victory and betrayal. This is me throwing grenades and dodging bullets hoping to see Life plant a white flag on the battlefield. 

Anime Review: Mind Game(2004)

By Aby Yba



It is easy to mash colors together and call it "art". It is also easy to mash words and scenes together and call it a "story" or a "film". Mind Game if anything is an art film, an art anime. I won't stop there. For while it is too easy to call anything art, it is not too easy to answer the question of technique and craft and more importantly the experience.

How was this mashing up done? How was the experience?

I MAKE my own Destiny and I AM the Master of my own Universe...

By Karlo Weygan Kokoi Ravanera

I MAKE my own Destiny and I AM the Master of my own Universe...

I MAKE
Therefore,
I AM...

I am Destiny
I am Universe...

DESTINATION: UNIVERSE

Nation...

Verse...

Nation...

Verse...

National Destination
Universal Verse...

DESTINATION: UNIVERSE

I MAKE my own Destiny and I AM the Master of my own Universe...

I MAKE
Therefore,
I AM...

I make Destiny
I am Universe...

I MAKE
Therefore,
I AM...

I make Destiny
I am Universe...

I MAKE
Therefore,
I AM...

I
Make
Destiny...

I AM UNIVERSE...

Karlo dG. Weygan
13 March 2014
Thursday

Marco 485

By Aby Yba

7 year old Marco woke up hard at breath. His unschooled mind did not yet know if he woke up from a terrible nightmare, a pointless dream, or if he ever dreamed at all. He woke when he heard from inside his own ear- his heavy breathing"huffff.. hufff".  He woke, when in the silence of his room, the brown door opened with a "crriiik", the kind of sound heavy doors often make "criik" and closed. He woke, when in the absence of siblings and he was the only child at home, he heard his name being called "Mac, mac, mac" must be from his mother... she always gets up early to cook.

That was the first time he woke up.

WALKING

By Karlo Weygan Kokoi Ravanera

Through the iridescent lamppost-lined humid streets
Of what I now call home
Breathing
Feeling
And looking Life straight in the eye
LIFE—
Both beautiful and festering
Help
I could not,
But have
This terrible
Terrible
Terrible yearning…

To awake
To cold
Crisp
Foggy mornings
With diamond-like dew drops
Sparkling lavishly on sayote leaves
Just outside my jalousied-window,
The fresh aromatic scent of pinewood sap
Tainting the cool breeze
With old woolen Navy Pea coat and faded blues—
Worn like second skin
For days on end…

Sidewalk beer and Ginebra binges right in front
Of La Azotea atop Session Road
Evening bonfires and barbecues right in your own
Backyard (or even, a friend’s)
Anytime you’d like,
Anytime you’d wish…

To rejuvenate spent mind and body on top of a mountain
With sleep—
So tranquil…
River flowing in your midst…

Why pack—
When you could stay?
Why go,
When Right Here is where
You could meditate and be away?
The (sick) desire for something Better?
Are you truly happy, or are you Bitter?

GUINEA PIG!
In a bizarre experiment in Living—
A revolting desire for the Good Life?
Want more?
What for?!?

Smoggy boulevards and busy avenues
Eyes—
Could not help but haze
From tears that’s yours—
And yours ALONE…

Alone
In this place I now call HOME
I walk,
Through the iridescent lamppost-lined humid
Uncaring streets—
FACELESS to the faceless people I pass
My window—
Still OPEN to their Closed Doors…

Alone,
In this place I now call My Home
I walk…

I WALK ALONE…

26 April 2002

Book Review: Anonymous Lawyer by Jeremy Blachman

(from my goodreads review)

Featuring one of the best anti-heroes you might find yourself rooting for, the novel is written in the frame of blog entries and e-mails. As I find it always refreshing to read shifting viewpoints, much less shifting frames, I enjoyed and breezed thru this hilarious novel. More so since the focus of which is the sarcastic and nihilistic anonymous lawyer who does not fail in coming up with brutal ways to treat and talk about his colleagues in the anonymous firm. And yet this was done with enough humor and a dash of humanism which, makes you realize that this is a novel, and a damn funny one at that. I am not lawyer nor a student of law and yet this book made me laugh. I was able to relate.