MACABRE

An antique candelabrum placed at the middle of a nearly dilapidated table is the only thing that the eyes could first see upon entering this small but grand room.  Six red candles strongly flicker its lights giving an insignificant luminosity and somewhat eerie effect to the entire room. 

Atop the table are a number of antique gold-plated dishes in disarray, obviously long-forgotten and abandoned just like the room itself.  One could see the walls slowly being robbed of its beauty for what could have been a picturesque wallpaper is now starting to peel off as if not anymore keen to keep the whole room presentable and wonderful. Some framed paintings of unknown painters were still hooked on the walls but some have already found its way to the floors with broken glasses hiding their true beauty. 

Four chairs with red velvet coverings were placed at the four corners of the room as if the one who placed it there did not want anybody near the table. But unlike the lopsided table, the chairs were still in good condition but were already one with the dust.  But the most macabre of all is the eerie silence and the pungent odor, a combination of rust, filth and dust, hanging on the atmosphere, indications of being abandoned for such a long time.

Inside this room is a world of the past and the unknown...

TOO OLD AND LONG-FORGOTTEN

A structure too old and long-forgotten; chained to its own time and world people have not known yet or ever will be.  An edifice that was once majestic and well-known for its grandeur is now an eerie-looking building most passersby would not dare cross its path or even throw a second glance.

I once stood in front of this enormous house and looked at it intently for the very first time; my eyes scrutinizing each nook and cranny of its grand façade.  Despite its rubbish and dilapidated condition, my vision went beyond its filth.  Instead, I saw, or maybe even imagined, its splendor and sophistication which made my heart flutter a bit.  I was mesmerized as if I was in some sort of trance.  How come nobody can see its magnificence?

I once crossed its gates and stood nervously in front of its rundown door.  I meekly knocked on it and tried to listen to any commotion that may come after it.  My hands started to sweat even though I felt cold inside like I was engulfed by something frozen and peculiar.  But nothing could ever kill the eagerness that has been brewing up inside me ever since I stepped on its doorstep, hoping, wishing and praying that I could catch a glimpse of the world beyond this dilapidated door.

And now, as I stand alone behind this circle-shaped window, I looked across the lonely and abandoned path which was still avoided by most passersby.  I focused my vision on this particular spot where I remembered myself standing alone and looking curiously at this still-splendid edifice.  That was centuries ago and I am still trapped inside this structure I called home; chained to its time and world people have not known yet or ever will be.  But then again, nothing can compare to the exultation of being one with this structure too old and long-forgotten...

LOVE SONG FOR A VAMPIRE (ANNIE LENNOX)

To have you for eternity even if it would mean giving up my mortality is the only thing that truly matters. If I cannot have you in this lifetime, how willingly I am to cross the boundaries and enter into another dimension only to have you endlessly. Why hang on to our mortal souls if we do not have forever? Why not set our spirits free and hold on to each other forever?

NARCISSISTS?

Do not get the wrong impression that I am against camera-whoring but I just find it absurd and strenuous when I see people positioning either their point-and-shoot camera or a high-tech cellphone in front of their faces and do millions of facial expressions they could think of and shoot, shoot, shoot like there is no tomorrow.  The most commonly-used expressions would have something to do with making a “peace” sign, a cute virginal smile, a very suggestive tongue-biting or lip-biting image and the so-called innocent yet lovely (so they thought) pout.  After a few days (or maybe a few minutes or seconds, depending on how keen they are to show to the whole universe their works of art), I would expect those photos to land on their Facebook walls or profile pictures as well as on their computer or cellphone screensavers. To what? To either boast the fact that they’re goddam photogenic? To brag their expertise when it comes to capturing beautiful photos of their goddam faces? Or both?

So is Narcissistic Personality Disorder the most common of all?   

"Narcissus" Painted by Michelangelo Caravaggio

MASTER'S FOLLOWER

Grasp the thought that I am a part of you no matter how much you try to deny my existence sometimes. Erase the thought that I am your alter ego because I will never go against your beliefs and philosophies in life. I am your shadow even though I have my own views much different than yours. I am here to have a taste of your world but I will never dare steal your throne. You are my master and I am just a follower. It will always be like that.

LINGERING

Linger on it for a while no matter how much creepiness this impression would give you.  Scrutinize it a little more even though what you see is pure eccentricity; twisted to the core.  Imagine what it would be like to be in its predicament; forever searching for a place and a time to finally grasp the tranquility it so deserved. 

Behind its ghostly appearance is a soul that wants to be free from a shattered and bitter world, forever warped in a dimension only a few can enter.  It moans and it cries for the serenity it desires.  It flies around our dominion not to fright us but to make a plea for them to finally come into the light.  How?  They do not know. 

And so it lingers still…