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it has been a while since i last posted a personal note here... i have been trying to get a job while it is still summer, and so far no one has bitten on my lure... since today is so hot, i opted to stay in and get a lot more writing... however, there has been some technical difficulties with regards to writing... hindi ako marunong mag-kwento sa tagalog... if there is someone out there who could help me with regards to my problem, your help is deeply appreciated...

Part 10: Home

Balete

the old people say

that it served as a doorway

into the supernatural,

to others it served as

a secret meeting place, a spot

for trysts,

but for me, in the heart

of the metro, it serves

as a make-shift shelter,

a home against time.

Part 9: Caress

Nature’s Way

Amidst the waving blossoms

and blooming branches,

you stood erect, watching

the sun set, the orange rays

danced on the mountain

tops, as did the wisp of clouds.

You smiled then, unseen by all

but me and the retreating sun,

a smile that had caught my heart.

Part 8: Peace

Serenity

Standing on a corner

on a busy street in Mandaluyong,

I saw in the beauty salon

amidst the flurry

of manicures and pedicures,

of foot spas and scrubs,

of hair cuts and treatments,

a woman sleeping on the couch.

Part 7: Feelings

Touch

As the trees waved

goodbye, we kissed,

and promised to be

with each other until

the end of time.

Brown leaves

turned green, the very air

I breathe filled me

with ecstasy and anticipation.

My fingers itched

to be closer to yours,

and as the days flew by

on their dark horses

and things began to blur

together, I wondered

to touch you again.

Part 6: Fringe

Margin

she sits alone,
wrapped in a cocoon

of silence, watching
from the corner,

(pretty girls and beautiful boys
mingling, conversing, flirting).

"Why can't I have that?",
her lips quivering with

the taste of enchantment,
longing and desire

to join the fray. she is weak,
hands shaking, palms sweating,

she tries to stand, but
fails. unable to grasp

the fleeting moment, the minutes
slipping by, watching

a movie about life, made 
by life. she cries cruel tears,

falling down her cheeks, shoulders
calling for comfort. life weaves

solitude, torturing her
existence, she sighs

as she sat alone.

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i have been gone a while, working and doing things... i have been posting my works here, and so far it has been very fulfilling whenever i got one out... i would really like to post more of my works here, and i hope you might enjoy reading...

Part 5: Surrender

Waiting

I.

The rain is not letting

up, the staccato rhythm of water

on the glass and the blowing

winds lull me to sleep.

I open my eyes

to a different landscape, branches

clawing at the glass and screeching

winds fought with lightning

strikes. Ah, the swirling

leaves keep in time

of the whirling fan blades,

as the warmth of

the room causes the frosted

glass, and the vacant space

recently vacated.

When can we talk

face to face, exchanging views

and pleasantries, of what-if’s

and why-not’s, and maybe

then we can truly say

what we feel like saying.

II.

i played right into

your hand, the moments

like trickling sand in an hourglass.

i have seen with my eye

naked tricks, and yet,

the stage is properly set.

my freaking mind reels,

as you silently leer;

your greatest performance

on celluloid film, involves

me getting skimmed. i lie

waiting, the pit of my stomach

sinking, my hoarse voice

echoing across the sea raging.

Part 4: Sadness

misery

alone

in a crowded pew, he stared

at the crying people.

the priest droning on,

pounding his ears and temples.

he

sat thinking of her, his eyes glistening

with tears. wiping it away

before it started, the inevitable

torrential rain of the heart. with his knuckles

between

his teeth, he stopped the floodgates

from opening. he tasted

metallic bitterness as he

saw the bleeding of his hands. the

sobbing

continued, as the priest murmured

prayers and requests

and the non-existent virtues

of departed souls, he suddenly stood

up.

Part 3: Sunflower

Clytie

It has always been the same,

My eyes have never wandered

Nor wavered in looking

At your face beaming with joy,

And beauty, and charm.

Part 2: Stranded

<stranded>

I always felt stranded

In the middle of Dapitan,

Amidst the pouring rain

And floods of umbrellaed people,

Always trying to find

Your face, with wet hair

Plastered on your forehead,

And futilely looking for me.

I cannot help but notice

That whenever that happens

You were not around,

And I got stuck by myself.

Part 1: Living on the Edge

I

As I watch the falling

Of leaves, the wind lifts

And reveals my desires.

The fading day

And the brightening night

Give fruit to a hungry soul,

Of hunger unquenched

By covered flesh.

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so, i have just passed my entry for the 4th Rogelio Sikat Workshop (ikaapat na Palihan Rogelio Sikat) which is going to be held in Cavite... i passed five poems (limang tula) which i hope that would pass the screening tests and be part of the workshop... i would be posting them here one by one in the following days...

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i have just finished attending the 2nd Thomasian Writers Workshop held at UST this past week... the grueling hours of examining page upon page of literature had literally left me with back pain... but, it was all worth it... when i entered into this workshop, i thought that everything i had learned at that point was already sufficient for me to be a competent writer... when i got my certificate a week later, the knowledge that i had was refilled with interesting insights and inputs by the respected writers of modern day philippines... i cannot wait for the other workshops to give their reply if i passed or not... i have become a writer with a fresher outlook on literature...

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hi! my name is lazaro cruz... and i'm writing a blog for my literary pieces... i hope that when you read my blog, you would see how hard it took for me to master the courage to really let the world see my pieces... i am proud to be a writer, but it may not be as secure as any jobs... i like writing, especially short stories... well, please read and enjoy...