#stella
“Life beats down and crushes the soul,
and art reminds you that you have one.”
— Stella Adler—
*do you say to the haters
I have art
and you have none
yes I do.
will this change them?
unlikely, no…
but I know,
you know too,
hate shrivels them,
art enlivens us,
and we outlived all those two~sided extremists who attempted
to destroy the truth of creativity,
and pervert love into hatred,*
and every poem you
wright,
wrights,
the balance
8:41am 12/18/2025
the 4th day of Chanukah
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 8:40 AM UTC
I,
You,
Beer,
Lights,
Sounds and Headbang.
How can we stop the time?
stella and blue moon this time.
mixed in one glass.
your
lips
to
your
glass
to
mine.
sip,
kiss,
hug,
kiss.
cheers!
that's all I need.
that's all you want.
that's all I need,
you is all I need.
How can I stop them?
You’re officemates,
You’re soon to be so-called "wife"
How can I keep you from them?
This is all we had,
Saguijo is our crib,
our enchanting place for a couple of hours.
your hand,
slide to mine.
your lips touch mine,
we walk on the street as we own it
we talk under the moon,
waiting for the sun to rise and shine.
but it never happen,
you just escort me to our last stop,
bid your last goodbye.
your last kiss for this week.
wishing for the next round,
next, "see you"
next back to routine,
from ex-lover to mistress but wait.
no *** this time.
congrats.
to the so-called wife.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
In pubs with bar flies.
Kronenburg, Becks, Carling, Stella Artois and Fosters,
Dancing in our blood,
Utterly inured; we are endured by all:
The solipsism most profound.
And when Johnnie, Jack and Jameson join,
The sentimental and the morbid
Are conjoined.
And ****
In the custody of beer halls,
The shadows that draw, fade,
And calls – e’en Death’s! -- are put on hold!
No time; instead, before the last, another pint.
For in this hallowed inn,
Drinking what’s in the glass,
And espousing the glow within,
Cares regress.
No woes,
Or loaded psyches,
For when the pressure builds,
The best: a jet of yellow bliss,
Relieves the pain,
On Armitage Shanks' porcelain.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC
Hassle.
Nagsulat si Fidel,
Pero anong nangyari?
Walang napala sa isang daang tula,
Luha ang kapalit at sakit ang sinapit
Dahil pinilit ang gusto pero ang gusto niya ay pumili ng iba.
Kaya hindi na kita gagawan ng isang daang tula.
Titigil na dito sa pang pito at hindi na tutuloy sa walo.
Talo.
Talo lang din naman kahit umabot pa ng singkwenta,
Dahil hindi naman benta sayo ang mga pakulo,
Ang mga salitang kinumpila para iparating na ika'y gusto.
Ano na nga ba ang gagawin ko?
Ititigil na ang pag titig sa litrato,
Lalabanan ang isipan na pagbulay-bulayan ang mga dahilan
kung bakit hindi maaring maging tayo.
Piniling hindi ka na alayan ng 'sang daang tula.
Piniling alisin ka sa aking haraya.
Pinipiling maging malaya.
Magpapaubaya.
Pero minsan talaga
'Di mapigilan magsulat ng isa pa
At isa pa,
Hanggang sa nakakatawa na
Dahil umabot na pala sa isang daan ang mga tula.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC
*There once was a mage named Stella
Who looked just like Cinderella;
She sang with the faeries
And ate lots of berries
Till she was big as a fella!*
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC