http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:gilscarbo002&section=today deviantART RSS for by:gilscarbo002 en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Mon, 07 Dec 2009 01:41:55 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://gilscarbo002.deviantart.com/journal/23521388/ http://gilscarbo002.deviantart.com/journal/23521388/ Wed, 04 Mar 2009 09:44:43 PST i'm having
less reasons not to
and i'm having
more reasons to do
time will come
i'll have my courage
to put down this mask i've been wearing
place my pride in my pockets
and scream my whisper
from sewn lips
because its all about happiness
and yours might not be mine
and yours might not be mine

]]> ~gilscarbo002 http://gilscarbo002.deviantart.com/journal/19123662/ http://gilscarbo002.deviantart.com/journal/19123662/ Mon, 30 Jun 2008 08:42:35 PDT one by one screamed
the break of dawn
Juan, from his small white dog house
shook his head
groggily gazing at a hundred
of those birds that woke him up

A fine thing was he
bout a small pup
now with bright golden hair
Juan, his mouth salivating with hunger
looking forward to a good meal
from the fat old man he knew as master

He stood in front
of the white back door
of the mansion his master lived in
Juan, sat waiting for the door to open
with a hand to rub his neck
and another holding a filled plate

But his master came late
like all the other days
for the past two weeks
Juan, fed by the walk-in maid
wasn't allowed to enter
the house he shared as a home with his master

He vaguely remembers
how everyday, a white clad robed man
with a bag in hand and a contraption around the neck
Juan used to bark at the stranger
but everyday, he came
as a stranger no more

From time to time
he heard the maid and the stranger
talk words like "How is the Governor?"
Juan did not understand this
it followed the same old answer
"Not getting any better."

Just two days before, he reckons,
a lot of people with straw hats came
with angry faces, their angry voices
Juan heard shouting, "Give our money back!"
but he didn't understand
as he drove them away with his fierce barking

He didn't have the will to stay put
as he tried to bite away
the enemies, or so he thought, of his master
Juan grew angry for a reason he didn't know
more shouting, "That's what he deserves!"
"Let him rot in hell!"

The angry people who
wore long sleeved faded shirts
towels around their necks
Juan didn't get to make them go away
but the sires of cars did
along with men holding black thick sticks

And just last night
more cars with noisy sirens came
disturbing him from a light nap
Juan saw more strangers come into the mansion
and went out with a bed
something in it, covered with a blanket

He wagged his tail with excitement
as he saw his master's hand drop
from the side of the bed
Juan missed the evenings he stayed
inside the mansion, before the tv
with his master, smoking a cigarette

But today, he did not care to think
with anything else than his grumbling tummy
The sun was getting high, he moved to the shade
Juan waited for more, just like what he did a few hour before
but no one came
neither the stranger nor the maid

"Juan! Juan!", finally he heard
the maid's call for his name
He didn't mind his master at the moment
Juan was too hungry to think
but instead of his usual beef dog food served
a leash clip clinked, attached to his collar

He came with the maid
who told him, they would go to some "pound"
they rode a car, they slowly left
Juan's house, his master's house
a sign was being hammered to the ground of the front yard
the roosters being moved to cages
and furniture were brought to a truck
along with the tv

Their home looked sad and empty
he did not understand a thing more
than the hunger in his stomach
he could think no more of his master for now
but he hopes of his return, to be with his master.

]]> ~gilscarbo002