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2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.

3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask If They Want Fries with that.

4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label it "In".

5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.

6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write " For Smuggling Diamonds".

7. Finish All Your sentences with "In Accordance With The Prophecy".

8. Don't use any punctuation.

9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.

10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.

11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go".

12. Sing Along At The Opera.

13. Go To A Poetry Recital. And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme?

14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area and Play tropical Sounds All Day.

15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In the Mood.

16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Bottom.

17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won! I Won!"

18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives! They're Loose!"

19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner, "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."

]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/8598377/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/8598377/ Thu, 27 Apr 2006 04:16:50 PDT
To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one ugly cat!”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear- Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.

He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.


Unknown ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/7719299/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/7719299/ Fri, 27 Jan 2006 02:00:15 PST
after 7weeks of bein happy.. reality sets in..

dj was confined in the hospital for bleeding/spotting..the pregnancy was nearly aborted coz of that..every minute i was nearly breaking down seeing her like that..i couldnt do anything but to be there.. i let her cry once in a while just to make her feel better..now she doing fine, we're home na..having the same problems but now we know what to do..


same problems, same emotions, same hope, same people helping and same prayer.....


praying for a faith like a child. ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/5763957/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/5763957/ Sun, 26 Jun 2005 16:31:58 PDT
In the recesses of my mind, i can actually hear myself think and wonder, what really makes me tick...i find myself thinking of good things....i believe its a good life!

When quiet is forced on me, my mind wanders like a lost and scared dog...questions on why consume me...uncertainties fill me...i struggle to understand but i never can because no explanation is given to me...just the need to be silent, the need to be quiet, the need to be alone...at this hour i cannot think of good things, i doubt its a good life....

i force these thoughts out of my brain...believing that the thread of life opens ourselves to this kind of pain and loneliness, reminding me that not everything has and should have an answer...not everything should become part of me....

allowing myself to give you this time is difficult...the thought of being unwanted, unneeded and inadequate pushes against my chest like i've been shot...i visualize myself literally falling from the shot, not feeling the gunwound but certain that these are my last moments on earth...i visualize myself with questioning eyes...asking why...asking you if you love me....hoping that since i know you do, all these uncertainties will vanish...but they stay, like a leech on my skin, sucking my blood because that is what it is meant to do...nothing personal, just living the life its destined to live - to suck my blood to survive...

i realize this time alone is not only necessary but essential...we all need that somehow but clearly our manner of coping is radically different...perhaps i'm scared to be alone...perhaps i thrive on people who listen to me and love me...perhaps i need that reassurance frequently so i do not ask to be alone...i never did...

when you used to ask for alone time, i always felt threatened to lose you...i dont feel that now...i dont feel that now...i dont feel that now...

i feel...empty in this quiet place...uncertain if i can truly make you happy...inadequate because these moments of sadness confuse me...if i make you happy, in any level...how could sadness creep in? That unwanted stranger that meant for me hopelessness and doom...how can that traitor enter your heart when you have so much to be grateful for...how can i become so inept in reminding you how truly wonderful a person you are...how i've failed to fill up all the gaps in your life as you did mine ...how i've been incompetent!

i struggle to understand that this alone time has nothing to do with me...that it creeps in at the most unexpected time ...that we cannot fully prepare for this...but it is imminent...i struggle to understand that this is not my enemy, but could, in some perverse fashion be my friend...the answer to the how is still unknown to me...

so, at the moment of quiet i erase all these thoughts and hope that should i put them to words that i be understood...that this is how i cope...this is how i could learn to accept...that quiet is not the enemy...it is not a stranger...it is not a traitor...but is a guiding friend..

i can not claim i am ready for this new friend, quiet...i can not claim that we are going to be close...but i promise this, like all my promises, i will accept this and try harder...not only for you but more importantly for myself...


*muymuy ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/4307578/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/4307578/ Thu, 13 Jan 2005 03:10:55 PST Sometimes ... when you are worried ... no one sees your pain...
Sometimes ... when you are happy ... no one sees your smile...
But fart just one damn time ... ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/4129755/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/4129755/ Wed, 22 Dec 2004 17:36:00 PST
He rings the bell, and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard. The guy goes around the
house and into the backyard and sees a handsome Labrador Retriever sitting there.
"You talk?" he asks.
"Yep," the Lab replies.
"So, what's your story?"
The Lab looks up and says, "Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young, and I wanted to help the government; so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping.
I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running. But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I wanted to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals. I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired."
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.
"Ten dollars", says the owner.
The guy says, "This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?"
"Because he's a liar. He didn't do any of that stuff."

SMILE!!!

Merry Christmas!! ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3983659/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3983659/ Fri, 03 Dec 2004 22:10:00 PST During daylight, you arrive when I need you most, making me oblivious of what is actually happening around me. When with you, it’s like I’m transported into another world, completely leaving the other one behind.

You take me to so many places—some I’ve been to before and some I am not familiar with. You make me see things I never thought I would be able to see, making me less innocent, less naïve.

Only you know of my deepest secrets—my fears, my dreams, my life. When with you, I feel calm, at ease and peaceful. I know that with you I would be safe and secure.

You touch me in places no one else has ever touched before. You make me feel good about myself, making me laugh and cry, in the stage of euphoria.

But sometimes you hurt me. Even unintentionally, I feel as though you deceive me by showing me my fears. You haunt me with things I am most afraid of. There are times when I wake up abruptly with tear-stained cheeks then you are gone.

I know I can’t live without you, though. You are my shock absorber and my best friend. And I am grateful for your presence.

So please come and visit me early tonight, dear sleep, I have to wake up early tomorrow.

by eya [link]

*********** ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3955927/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3955927/ Tue, 30 Nov 2004 12:44:14 PST his beard trimmed.
As the barber began to work, they began to have a
good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.
"Well, you just have to go out in the street to
realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."

The customer thought for a moment, but didn't
respond because he didn't want to start an argument.
The barber finished his job and the customer left
the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."

"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber.
"I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"
"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist
because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."
"Ah, but barbers DO exist! " answered the barber.
"What happens, is, people do not come to me."

"Exactly!"- affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3844370/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3844370/ Mon, 15 Nov 2004 18:57:59 PST things to much, perhaps at times
to little. Maybe I love to easy, maybe I love to hate. It could be I relish the pain. It might be I love this
insanity. Perhaps I savotage myself. Maybe I hate to succeed.Perhaps Im a tad bit conceited. Or maybe Im too
small for this world, perhaps Im way too big. Perhaps Im a little bit selfish. I could be slightly neorotic. Perhaps
Im a sociopath,. Perhaps Im way to fragile. Perhaps Im to stubborn to win. Maybe Im not quite perfect but I
dare you to say it agian.

by someone ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3638583/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3638583/ Wed, 20 Oct 2004 22:18:49 PDT
Excuse me while i light my spliff
Good GOD I gotta take a lift
From reality i just cant drift
That's why I am staying with this riff..
marley


maagang paglalakbay
"early morning high"

sa paglalakbay na walang hinahanap kundi ngiti mo..
ngiting umaabot hangang sa puso na walang katapusang kalungkutan..kalungkutang sarili lamang ang nakakaalam..nakakaramdam..
tunog ng gitara umaayon sa sayaw ng pagod na katawan..
ang bahista gumagalaw dahan dahan..habang kinakalabit ang kasama..

umiikot ang lahat..nagsasalita..nakatingin..bumibili s ang kanta..
wag mag alala sabi ng ng kaibigan..lahat ay magiging mabuti..
buffalo soldier. dreadlock rasta...umiindak..tumatawa.. "i meanit, when i annalyse the stench. to me, it make a lot of sense. How the dreadlock Rasta was the buffalo soldier"

kausap ko ngayon isang gitarang itim... nagpapatuloy sa pag tugtog..
patuloy sa pagihip..pag hithit.. ano ang meron ka kaibigan? lahat sayo ay nawawala, lahat sayo ay sumasaya..lahat ayaw sayo.. kung may gusto kakaunti.. ang ulo ay gumaang...

kaibigan samahan mo ko sa itaas..sa panandaliang paglalakbay sapagkat ito ang una at huli tayong magkikita..kasama ang itim na gitara. ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3638538/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3638538/ Wed, 20 Oct 2004 22:06:06 PDT Good GOD I gotta take a lift
From reality i just cant drift
That's why I am staying with this riff..
marley

maagang paglalakbay
"early morning high"

sa paglalakbay na walang hinahanap kundi ngiti mo..
ngiting umaabot hangang sa puso na walang katapusang kalungkutan..kalungkutang sarili lamang ang nakakaalam..nakakaramdam..
tunog ng gitara umaayon sa sayaw ng pagod na katawan..
ang bahista gumagalaw dahan dahan..habang kinakalabit ang kasama..

umiikot ang lahat..nagsasalita..nakatingin..bumibili s ang kanta..
wag mag alala sabi ng kumakanta..lahat ay magiging mabuti..
buffalo soldier. dreadlock rasta...umiindak..tumatawa.. "i meanit, when i annalyse the stench. to me, it make a lot of sense. How the dreadlock Rasta was the buffalo soldier"

kausap ko ngayon isang gitarang itim... nagpapatuloy sa pag tugtog..
patuloy sa pagihip.. ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3638448/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3638448/ Wed, 20 Oct 2004 21:46:51 PDT ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3578250/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3578250/ Wed, 13 Oct 2004 03:15:42 PDT
kumakanta si manong..
sintunado man at paurong..

nag gigitara si nando..
gitara'y butas at may basag sa dulo

nanonood si linda..suot suot ang manipis na tela..
habang hinihimas ni lito..ang balat na di gaanong makinis..

maitim nat' madungis
dumadampi ang kamay na puno ng kalyo dulot ng hirap at hinagpis..

maghapong pala ay hawak
kayat ang balat ng dalagang ina ay ginhawa sa kaluluwang hirap..

pahingi pa ng isang lapad..
sapat sa mga taong naghahanap ng kausap..
kausap na di nakikinig..ngunit palaging kadikit..

ang boses ay humuhupa..
ang gitara ay nasisira..
ang balat ay nasusugatan
ang kamay ay wala nang ikakapal.

ngunit sa isang lapad..
lahat ay nasa tono
lahat ay nasa tiempo
lahat ay may pagasa
lahat ay may lugar sa kaluluwang nagpapahinga.

isang lapad po

:salita ng kalungkutang napakita. ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3482955/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3482955/ Thu, 30 Sep 2004 23:45:26 PDT
LEFT ALONE
Crippled now my hands
As my days fade away
Once i lived a colored life
It quickly turned to grey
No matter now how hard i try
Nothing stays the same
Maybe it would be betterleft alone
Idiot!
Spinning round and around
As my hands leave my side
I know that i've got a choice
Though it's dampened by my pride
All the days I couldn't count
And life passed me by
I should just leave this alone
My eyes roll back in my head
So i can see my mind
The cuts I got will heal you see
But the scars just swell with time
And we rise to our occasions
Detered by our shame
Blinded by our stupid visions
Just too great to obtain
They're to great to obtain
Idiot!!!

wolfgang ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3470417/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3470417/ Wed, 29 Sep 2004 02:38:32 PDT
Time goes by and yet no word from the poet. Mario awaits for news from the poet but his life is slipping back into the endless pit of boredom it once was. Not even a job as a restaurateur can give meaning to his life. His intense love for Beatrice is faultering and he finds himself in an intense state of melancholy. In the few and far between moments of relaxation that Mario allows himself, he wanders to Neruda's old home that once was the center of his universe and now is empty, void of everything except a few of the poets possessions. There is his armchair, a tape recorder and a few books, all items that Mario is supposed to mail to Neruda, but where? How can he? Neruda has never written, not even a word, why such silence? Finally a much awaited letter arrives from Chile. To have and to hold it is one and all with happiness but it is short lived for when Mario opens the letter he discovers that it is not written by the poet but by his secretary who, in a very formal manner, asks that the items belonging to the poet be mailed to him at a given address. It is a very difficult moment for Mario. It is the realization and the intangible proof that he has been forgotten. Mario searches for reasons why this has happened. People around him accuse the poet of being a traitor or an opportunist but Mario can't accept that. He does some soul searching and comes to the conclusion that the only reason why the poet didn't stay in touch with him is because he, Mario, is worthless and insignificant as a person. He has never achieved any"ng in life that could give him notoriety or Recognition. The knowledge of this creates the desire to do something new, maybe useless, but nevertheless straight from the heart, a poetic gesture done with enthusiasm. He records all the sounds of life on the island. His intention is to remind Neruda of their existence, to let him know that they are still there, alive and well. He discovers a new sense of meaning and of care for his homeland which gives him the desire to write, to create. We will never know if his poem is "poetic" but it comes from the heart, written with feeling and emotions, so much so, that someone who liked the poem invites Mario to read his "Canto a Pablo Neruda" (Song for Pablo Neruda), in front of an audience in Naples. After so many hardships, happy now to be alive, Mario begins his assent to the stage. He wants to dedicate the applauses to the poet, recording them on Neruda's recorder and then mailing all to the address received from Neruda's secretary... ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3463128/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3463128/ Tue, 28 Sep 2004 04:02:22 PDT
Manong para sa tabi ..sabi ng mama na may balbas..
Saan? .. tanong ni manong...
Jan po!! ..naiinis na sigaw ng mama na may balbas...
OK FINE!! GOSH!! CANT WAIT.. GRABE!.. sagot ni manong..


$#@%! ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3453499/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3453499/ Mon, 27 Sep 2004 02:16:30 PDT Ano kaya kulay ng takot?? takot ako sa ahas.. takot ako.. mabulag.. takot ako.. mamatay..takot ako mamatayan.. takot ako.. maputol ang kanang kamay.. takot ako mag salita sa harap ng maraming tao.. takot mapahiya.. takot maiwan ni joy.. takot ako mabundol ng dyip na puno ng sabit ngunit isa ang gulong..mahirap mag sabi ng "aray" habang ang mukha ay nayupi ng isang gulong.. ano ang kulay ng mukha na yupi't punit?? pula??puti? o kulay bahag-hari??
Bakit kaylangan lumabas ng bag-hari pag katapos ng ulan.. hindi ba pwedeng kahit walang ulan o malakas na buhos ng tubig?? siguro kaylangan nya ang dramatikong pag pasok para mapakita ang kurbadong kagandahan...ngunit naiwan ang luntian..luntian na natatapakan ng mga sabit... singko-sinkwenta na ang pamasahe..pero ang dyip na puno ng sabit ngunit isa ang gulong ay di sumisingil ng pamasahe..magkwento lang ng isang istorya mula sa kaluluwa't katinuan ng paiisip.. wag lang hayaan ito ay maiwan at mapalitan ng bayong puno ng kangkong at ng batang walang saplot pangbaba..batang may balbas.. hawak ay ahas..ahas na walang mata ngunit lima and dila.. dila na nagsasabi na wag kang magsinungaling..

kaya mo ba?? ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3449829/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3449829/ Sun, 26 Sep 2004 10:04:50 PDT ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3448893/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3448893/ Sun, 26 Sep 2004 07:16:07 PDT ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3413050/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3413050/ Tue, 21 Sep 2004 10:25:54 PDT thoughts of wasted time And the water it brought flowed swiftly
through your mind Opening your eyes to the stars just to pray
Hoping more rain will wash your garden away But your flowers
just bloom Ever bright ever proud Screaming I hate you so loud
Sister! sister tell me will you ever bow To what grows in your
garden now Yes the weeds of consequenceget more day by day Of
decisions you have better made Paper flowers sparkle by an old
tree butt Just remember even paper flowers cut Your garden
shakes with the wind But it will not fall down Scattering sedds
all around Somewhere on the landscape lies A place next to your
heart But the grass grows wide and even And soon that too will
be torn apart Over bounds sprinkling seeds to the ground.


wolfgang ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3409138/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3409138/ Mon, 20 Sep 2004 18:43:55 PDT Katabi niya'y haring nakahubad
binging nakikinig sa iyak
ng piping mayroong tinig
alisin ang yong maskara
at idilat ang mga mata ang isipang tangan ay buksan
sa walang kabuluhan
iligtas nyo ako sa sarili kong anino
daan ay hanapin palabas sa salamin
kay dami daming hugis ng salamin
nakatitig na bulag
sa mga haliging nabuwag
baliw na sumasayaw
sa liwanag siya'y ikaw
at ang diwa ko'y litong lito
ito'y balatkayo
ang nakikita'y kabaliktaran
hindi ang kinagisnan
tangay sa agos
sa mundong puro abo
hindi mundong ito
bato ay abutin
at basagin ang salamin
pirapirasong bubog ng salamin
kung alam ko lang kung papaano
kung alam ko lang


wolfgang ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3364243/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3364243/ Tue, 14 Sep 2004 17:25:40 PDT widely lauded for his wisdom.

One day the great philosopher came upon an
acquaintance who ran up to him excitedly and
said, "Socrates, do you know what I just heard
about one of your students?"

"Wait a moment," Socrates replied. "Before you
tell me I'd like you to pass

a little test. It's called the Test of Three
Cups."

"Three Cups?"

"That's right," Socrates continued. "Before you
talk to me about my student

let's take a moment to pour out the dregs of what
you're going to say into
the three cups, and see what is left"

The first cup is Truth. Have you made absolutely
sure that what you are
about to tell me is true?"

"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about
it and....."

"All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really
know if it's true or not."

Now let's try the second cup, the cup of
Goodness. Is what you are about to

tell me about my student something good?"

"No, on the contrary...."

"So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me
something bad about him,
even
though you're not certain it's true?"

The man shrugged, a little embarrassed.

Socrates continued. "You may still pass the test
though, because there is a

third cup -- the cup of Usefulness. Is what you
want to tell me about my
student going to be useful to me?"

"No, not really ..."

"Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to
tell me is neither known
to
be True, nor Good, nor even Useful, why tell it
to me at all?"

The man was defeated and ashamed.

This is the reason Socrates was a great
philosopher and held in such high
esteem.......

It also explains why Socrates never found out
that Plato was banging his
wife. ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3305024/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3305024/ Tue, 07 Sep 2004 01:03:38 PDT I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3296257/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3296257/ Sun, 05 Sep 2004 21:46:58 PDT
While I was walking towards the gate.. I was fixing my things then suddenly I felt that no one was beside me.. I said HOLY S$%^^%#!! I was walking towards the gate alone!!.. and it is the MAXIMUM SECURITY!!! where the murderers, rapist, arsonist and all the things that nightmare’s are made of..well atleast my nightmare.. I was walking slowly into the gate.. I just prayed the whole time and I just saw blurred faces..i knew everybody was looking at me.. I think there where a dozen prisoners sitting beside the gate.. and one guy standing he was holding a big stick.. he was scary.. I only saw his tattoos and his orange shirt.. I couldn’t even look at their faces.. I wish I could but I was too damn scared…. I felt I was a kid.. want to run away but I know I cant be harm…and then something happened.. I was so surprised..a skinny guy walked beside me with a smile on his face carrying a plastic bag with something in it I think it was a loaf of bread ..wearin the same shirt, also with tattoos.. I thought he’ll punch me or asked me for a cigarette...but he asked me if im ok and asked if he could carry my guitar....then I just smiled and asked him to walked beside me.. honestly I really felt safe that time..i felt safe with a person who murdered a human being and was sentenced to die..my mind was blank.. while this guy was tryin to tell me his story.. telling me his life.. I was just looking down..I wish I listened but I didn’t..the only thing I did was to asked his name and asked the reason why he is inside…

ARIEL.. that’s his name.. couldn’t remember his face though…but his smile was different..i haven’t seen someone smile that way..well beside that his missing four front teeth..i think he was happy to see me.mmmm..he walked with me until we got to the school.. an old building. Rusty roof... it was so hot.. Windows with bars.. a blackboard… posters of animals and dead presidents… the alphabet is pasted above the board..its like a grade school class room…but this time I saw faces.. faces that would smile..stare at you with a blank face.. no emotions…not even hatred.. felt weird at first coz you know someone is starring at you….we setup and started to sing.. dad played the guitar.. thank God.. coz I know I cant play in that situation coz I was terrified and anxious coz were in a contained room.. i haven’t seen any armed guards and the room is filled with prisoners.. nearly hundred detainees of the maximum security.. so we sung praise songs and after that we sat at the corner of the room.. had a good view of the people inside.. now I started looking at them.. Looking at their faces while listening to someone preaching.. the talk was about and hour or so but they listened without getting sleepy or what.. they just sat there.. listening.. sometimes they laugh at the joke of the speaker..when I heard their laugh I started to get comfortable..

Some where wearing shorts, some are wearing Sunday clothes but they are faded or haven’t been washed with soap for a long time.. i saw a man wearing a pair of faded leather shoes with holes..i could see his socks from the soles of his shoes.. he talked to me.. he also told me his story. .but I couldn’t understand coz he was talking like he was whispering.. but I tried my best to listen.. he told me that it was his second t... ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3258990/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3258990/ Tue, 31 Aug 2004 21:53:45 PDT
im praying.. ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3243118/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3243118/ Sun, 29 Aug 2004 21:44:41 PDT ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3223375/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3223375/ Fri, 27 Aug 2004 10:20:06 PDT By Pablo Neruda

My eyes went away from me
following a dark girl who went by.

She was made of black mother-of-pearl,
made of dark-purple grapes,
and she lashed my blood
with her tail of fire.

After them all
I go.

A pale blonde went by
like a golden plant
swaying her gifts.
And my mouth went
like a wave
discharging on her breast
lightning bolts of blood.

After them all
I go.

But to you, without my moving,
without seeing you, distant you,
go my blood and my kisses,
my dark one and my fair one,
my tall one and my little one,
my broad one and my slender one,
my ugly one, my beauty,
made of all the gold
and of all the silver,
made of all the wheat
and of all the earth,
made of all the water
of the sea waves,
made for my arms,
made for my kisses,
made for my soul. ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3144641/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3144641/ Tue, 17 Aug 2004 04:23:41 PDT By Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, "The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her. ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3068725/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3068725/ Sat, 07 Aug 2004 18:54:08 PDT By Pablo Neruda

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.

And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it's not true. ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3024474/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3024474/ Mon, 02 Aug 2004 06:29:03 PDT By Pablo Neruda

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boudnless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache. ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3024470/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/3024470/ Mon, 02 Aug 2004 06:28:11 PDT By Pablo Neruda

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boudnless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache. ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/2997848/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/2997848/ Thu, 29 Jul 2004 17:10:28 PDT by Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue. ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/2959527/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/2959527/ Sat, 24 Jul 2004 19:48:23 PDT by Pablo Neruda
translated by w.s.merwin

The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.

Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!

Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.

In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
From you the wings of the song birds rose.

You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!

It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.

Pilot's dread, fury of blind driver,
turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!

In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,
sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!

I made the wall of shadow draw back,
beyond desire and act, I walked on.

Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,
I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.

Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness.
and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

There was the black solitude of the islands,
and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.

There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.

Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me
in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!

How terrible and brief my desire was to you!
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.

Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,
still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.

Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.

Oh the mad coupling of hope and force
in which we merged and despaired.

And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.

This was my destiny and in it was my voyage of my longing,
and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!

Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,
what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not
drowned!

From billow to billow you still called and sang.
Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.

You still flowered in songs, you still brike the currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.

Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,
lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour
which the night fastens to all the timetables.

The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.

Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands.

Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything.

It is the hour of departure. Oh abandoned one! ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/2954522/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/2954522/ Sat, 24 Jul 2004 02:31:02 PDT
read this in a book..dont know what it means but i guess its just here to bother me..just thinking outloud.. ]]> ~sadness-shown http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/2936215/ http://sadness-shown.deviantart.com/journal/2936215/ Wed, 21 Jul 2004 18:49:06 PDT listening to harem scarem,thinking of things that wont even help,my back hurts so much,now lisa loeb is singing,cant put ideas on paper,** so i turned the radio on, i turned the radio up and this woman is singing my song, lovers inlove and the other one runs away**!!!! ARRRRGHHH!! now im singing--sad huh?been sitting here for four hours, its hard to brainstorm with myself..hmmm need to sharpen my pencils!!wish i have a sundae right now or a ruler thats not curve.. now im thinkin of pink elephant with short trunk and has spots wearing high heels.. weird visuals but nice.. wish i could paint like dali,or even think like him..need to be with exotic midgets dancers and crosseyed models to be like him..hay nako buhay nga naman.. ]]> ~sadness-shown