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About Me

I am the man that keeps on walking beside the shores of time and space where every grain of sand is a memory of happiness and sadness, of wisdom and foolishness, of maturity and immaturity, of right and wrong, of victory and defeat, of chaos and peace...a man who looks at the clear blue sky, searching for unreachable stars, so i can try reaching for them..searching for confusing clouds, so i can try creating a clearer picture..searching for questions, so that i can try looking for the answers..a man whose skin is badly burnt by the sun's intense heat, i am perspiring all over...a man who longs for the touch of someones hand, a hand that will help me go through the heat....but then realizes that the the ocean is God, who shuffles in and out of the shore, making my journey along the shore as memorable as possible...that the sky is a reflection of what lies within me,where my dreams lie hidden,where the problems i meet are the ones i create,where the answers i am searching for around me is in me all along...that the journey through life is difficult, and man often finds his own way to get through it,and fails to realize that God is just one dip away to cool you down and remove the pain in life...that a hand is already holding mine, family, friends, and special ones who are there to support and love you all the way...well...what can i say?life's a beach....in both ways..you want to know how i think? read my blogs I'm a writer I'm a poet I'm a musician I'm a photographer I'm an artist I'm everything you want I'm all that you'll ever need.check out http://miggyboi.multiply.com

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My Blog

Siren

Twilight came within meas I watched over the horizonthe colors that I longed to hearwhispering it's soft lullabya breath full of teasing playfulness The bright night sky emanatesabove my mortality in ...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 03:33:00 GMT

Flowers

The dawn struck the soft petalsmaking rainbows as the morning dewreflected it's light all aroundan aura of rebirth and beautyQuietly, it opens slowly like a childthat shyly went up to life's stageand ...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 03:32:00 GMT

Benches and Grasses

The morning sun fell lightly on her young skin. The birds were singing it's song of praise for the new day. The morning breeze in the park has always been a wonderful feeling. With all the trees, mini...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 03:30:00 GMT

Monday Afternoon

In this coffee shop I sit outsidesipping at the bottomless Iced Teathat I ordered, that a pinchin my pocket forced me to getfor I might have to walk a hundredmiles to feel the warmth of mybed againThe...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 00:05:00 GMT

She Haunts Me

You never let me goholding the strandsof my spiritcommand me to mykneesas I weep my reproach awayClose my eyesI run away from youwho gazeat my nakednessbut you tug hard and bring me back to nothingnes...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 00:05:00 GMT

From that little black book

I have a black book whom someone close to me gave it as a farewell gift, where I write some of my works back in college. No, it ain't a freakin' diary.Here's to growing up, 4 years ago. *cheers*Untitl...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 00:03:00 GMT

Two Very Old Stuff

Old poetry I wrote... 2 Years ago? Anyway, again, no titles. Never enjoyed titles anyway.Poem One, I forgot what I was talking about. I think I was talking about a friend who lost someone special and ...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 00:04:00 GMT

Aurora Angel Story

A friend once told me that angels did exist and that they walked among us. No, they didn't have white feathered wings. For him, it was a girl wearing jeans and a baby tee. Mine wore a deep blue sc...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 00:06:00 GMT

Wish

I had to leave early one morning. Nothing special, I just had to. It's gonna be a long trip, a necessary one. Hope it goes well. It's midafternnoon and by the port, a crowd of people was gathering. S...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 00:12:00 GMT

In the Wastelands

"This fucking wasteland is bullshit" I complained. "Oh, shut up. At least we get shelter and some food. Its better than being one of these fucking nobodies" she replied. Another shot from her old M82A...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 00:15:00 GMT