Random Aesthetics
Beauty in Random Ways
I was wondering how everything would feel like… if things should go the way they are supposed to go. Or be what they are supposed to be. Where everything stays in their place. No fine lines to ‘accidentally’ cross. No words expected. No needs to fulfill in both the monetary, nutritionary and carnal sense. I wonder what would happen if I kept giving in to wanderlust… to my whims? Where everything comes naturally. Nothing forced or coerced… I sit down here and I keep wondering how things keep going about, with a million why’s and what if’s. For things unexplainable, we explain to how we might want to view things. We want to touch and grasp our dreams our own way. I don’t want to step on anyone and I just want to live harmoniously with everyone I can. I want to help. I want to be better. I want to live. I want to breathe. I want to sing like there is no one listening. I want to dance like no one is watching. I want to speak without fear. I want to love like I have never loved before. I want to believe in a love I didn’t previously believe in. Someday. Sometime soon. While I write down my ramblings on this little notebook; while I type away as I transfer to notepad. While I proof-read this for mumsy’s sake. While I paste it here in this little text box. Even just for a little while. Just a pinch might do.
I want to be true to myself. Kahit konti lang. Sana mapagbigyan…
Metamorphosis
The carapace has cracked, though the surface
where the light bounces from seems clear, serene
lies an undertow of wrongful fire, the tumult know
nothing of. It reflects in their eyes.
Though tough, it gave way when he gave in,
unsettling crystal and miles of thought.
A perplexed form emerges, once pondered complete
‘from the outside, yes‘ it bitter-quips, smiling.
Crawling out from Umbra’s deepest shade, it recites
the sounds of the waves to invoke the dawn.
It is because of this sun I remained in the shadows…
shutters closed in a sound proof room.
Emerge. Colored wings sprout from nothingness
chasing shadows with light set back a decade ago.
Tilting chin up, blue mirrors reflect heavenly passing
as if musing some puzzle it just concluded.
Shifting tongues, he let fade the drowning sun
Au Revoir, Le Doux Cauchemar c’est fini…
Untithered, drops the feeble form that burdened
his wings. Something was coming, some torrent
it beckons, draws him close but he was willing
even if it was some strong force he hasn’t seen.
I am tangible because of this northward moon,
which shed new light and fire…
for when it came:
It caught me between a half-breath and a sigh.
For Ed Avelino, Bassist of the winning band in the recent Siemens BOTB Gig.
Line art of Francine. Yes, some of the people I draw have names. They’re my models. :p
Another Francine pic.
Undiscernable Gundam Type.
Super custom Zaku!! =) Just a mish-mash of random parts from different gundams. 