validate

really now? after all these things?

maybe.
maybe not.

you tell me you're losing it?

i cry almost every night.

and now? come on child.

i've considered tasting my facial wash.
i'm still ok? right?

it's the best of all things.

am i?


if you don't have it, you're dead.
wow. seriously?

in between the hours of understanding robertsonian translocation, catching the latest episode of a tv series, and gulping 2 gallons of coffee each day, i realized that there is, after all, hope.

it may be the one thing i'll ever have.

yet again

i bask in the champagne of remedies and dip in the bubbles of an afterlife.
i cry when i can, i smile when they ask me to.
i laugh with them, i know the joke's on me.

i am caged in the lifeless form of mediocrity
but carousels here do surround
an institution of endless gratitudes
and whispered bullshits

i could not ask for more

duktor po ako

Honour physicians for their services, for the Lord created them;
for their gift of healing comes from the Most High and they are rewarded
by the King. …. The Lord created medicines out of the earth and the
sensible will not despise them. …. And he gave skill to human
beings that he might be glorified in his marvelous works. By them the
physician heals and takes away pain; the pharmacist makes a mixture
from them. God’s works will never be finished and from him health
spreads over all the earth.My child, when you are ill, do not delay
but pray to the Lord and he will heal you. Give up your faults and
direct your hands rightly … Then give physician his place for the
Lord created him; do not let him leave you, for you may need him.
There may come a time when recovery lies in the hands of the
physicians, for they too pray to the Lord that he grant them success
in diagnosis and in healing for the sake of preserving life.
Ecclesiasticus 38

in memoriam

scarcity of time for myself and my brain freaks me out. to not have a grasp of my psyche makes my spirit weak. it makes me a zombie, giving substandard philosophies and judgement calls. it also gives me the excuse to be slack. but who am i fooling? nobody knows it but me. what they see is the zombiesque gown, and to explain every reason, layer after layer, fabric by fabric, would just be a senseless waste of time. there would be none left for me, and the cycle begins. each turn transforming me into what they see is a colorful work of art, but made of threads out of steel.

on bargaining

NOTHING IS PERMANENT IN THIS WICKED WORLD - NOT EVEN OUR TROUBLES.

- Charlie Chaplin (1889-1977)

squares/circles/triangles

logos.

annoying and immature.
constant and timeless.
reminds you of vagueness
and the eerie complexities
of the human mind.

transforming an institution
to one distant circle
and graphic wastes
of leaves, trees, and books
of flames and triangles
of sun, moon, and stars.

yet we are drawn.

a slave of its own perplexities.

logos and love
love and logos

man and his queer ideas.

logos.
oh, such a lovely, lovely thought.

MISS SARAJEVO

U2

Is there a time for keeping a distance
A time to turn your eyes away
Is there a time for keeping your head down
For getting on with your day

Is there a time for kohl and lipstick
A time for cutting hair
Is there a time for high street shopping
To find the right dress to wear

Here she comes
Heads turn around
Here she comes
To take her crown

Is there a time to walk for cover
A time for kiss and tell
Is there a time for different colors
Different names you find it hard to spell

Is there a time for first communion
A time for east 17
Is there a time to turn the mecca
Is there a time to be a beauty queen

Here she comes
Beauty plays the crown
Here she comes
Surreal in her crown

[Pavarotti]Dici che il fiume trova la via al mare
E come il fiume giungerai a me
Oltre i confini e le terre assetate
Dici che come fiume come fiume
L'amore giunger L'amore
E non so pi pregare
E nell'amore non so pi sperare
E quell'amore non so pi aspettare

[English translation:]
You say that the river finds the way to the sea
And as the river you'll come to me
Beyond the borders and the thirsty lands
You say that as river
As river Love will come
Love And I cannot pray anymore
And I cannot hope in love anymore
And I cannot wait for love anymore

[Bono]
Is there a time for tying ribbons
A time for Christmas trees
Is there a time for laying tables
When the night is set to freeze