A Letter to an Old Soul

Ok, I wrote a similar note a few blogs back: A Letter to a Young Soul.

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Here's another one, still about the dirty word we all love to hate. The FORCE we try to fight, avoid and dismiss as too overrated, overused, abused, weaponized with high grade plutonium that will scare Israel into World War 3: love, luv, lurv, my dripping, sappy heart. Ick.

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But beyond all the poetry of that magical fantasy that everyone hopes for: To love and be loved in return---cue Moulin Rouge theme---I have not really met anybody who is immune to this kind of sea sickness, me included.

Heat Seeking Missiles

I wish our LGBTQ indie films show the quieter side, often private lives of those outside the "norm". You know, less of the those exploitation-redemption-poverty-violence porn that have become staples. Very predictable. They don't have to be so loud and over the top dramatic. Just simple, excellent storytelling and insightful films.


It's about time.

Here's one. Nobody gets killed or slapped. Oh, and no sexy scenes by fresh, good looking meat (discoveries from Manila's underbelly) hoping to get a crack at the industry, but who have to pay their dues by baring and taking on risque under the sheets.

Lilies

Caged birds do sing.

Visions & Phantoms

Links from Dice

V is for a vision of you
Standing away from the rain
Cold
Willing yourself to ebb with the water
Unable
Then walking towards the dark puddles
Vanishing
Seeping into the folds of that shivering curtain




 V is for a vision of a phantom
Unmoved by time and reason
Solitary
Hesitating as the skies weep
Leaving
As I turn to the unexplored lands
Dreaming
Bleeding into August myths


PS: Here's to November rains and songs so titled.