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2009-08-13T08:06:00.000+08:00

Tequila and salt -- for those rough times when life gives you lemons...

Jan Amoyo
August 13, 2009

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2009-07-06T23:18:00.003+08:00

Il y a beaucoup de jolie filles mais il n'y a jamais assez d'eux.

Jan Amoyo
July 06, 2009

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2009-07-06T23:13:00.003+08:00

Intellectuals solve problems, geniuses prevent them. I for one, solve problems thought to have been resolved by the so called geniuses and intellectuals.

Jan Amoyo
July 06, 2009

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2009-03-13T00:08:00.005+08:00

Men are seduced. Women are lured.

Jan Amoyo
March 13, 2009

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2007-11-11T01:20:00.002+08:00

Never mistake the "suppose to be's" from the "to be's".

Jan Rheinold Amoyo
Nov 11, 2007

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2006-12-17T14:23:00.000+08:00

Hope is only relevant once you live by it.

Jan Rheinold Amoyo
Dec 17, 2006

My Tree;

2006-01-23T18:59:00.000+08:00

A tree has grown against the past;
Her leaves are green while evening lasts.
Throughout the field where scent abound,
In shine of day she shades resound.

Against the breeze that swayed her leaves,
She glides with ease and gently breathes.
Birds have come and called her home,
I'd see them sing but they have flown.

She stood with poise and just as fair
As the moon that lights her gracious hair.
A tree whose fruits are sweet with touch,
She grants delight well sought too much.

A tree has grown against the past;
She lifts me up and it shall last.
Towards the night she fills my day,
Beneath her shade-tonight I lay.

Jan Rheinold Amoyo
January 23, 2006

Pain

2006-01-14T01:04:00.000+08:00

Pull me down tight and bound,
You broke me up this time around.
With every song I wrote for you,
What do you intend me to?

Is it my sigh that brings you ache?
Cramp me up and lay me hate.
Resent I do—I had you fooled;
Scream me off—you’re just as cruel.

I can’t be you; I’m not as fine,
At times I am as sour as wine.
Why should this be the night that is?
Aware, you are I’m thrown with ease.

Jan Rheinold Amoyo
January14, 2006

Une Lettre Pour Recah

2005-09-28T23:06:00.000+08:00

Ma chère Car,

Il y a presque deux mois, tu as partagé ta vie avec moi… Pas de mots peux décrire combien je te chéris… Que je me sens pour toi est magique-parce que tu est magique toi-même…Ton sourire-je n'ai jamais vu quelque chose plus beau…Ton rire-le plus agréable musique à mon oreille… Tes yeux-tellement charmant vraiment… Mes rêves parlent de toi… Aux matins, tu es tout que je possède… Alors que chaque jour passe, je t'aime plus…

Ma Car, t'aimer a été la plus facile de toutes tâches… Encore, je te remercie pour tu as partagé une vie tellement merveilleuse… Car, je t'aime beaucoup… Je t'aimerai toujours…

Avec amour, J

C'est une lettre pour le célébration de nous mois deuxième

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2005-09-28T22:06:00.000+08:00

Though I am the master of my soul, I will always be the servant of my desires.

Jan Rheinold Amoyo
Sept 01, 2002

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2005-09-28T22:05:00.000+08:00

If prayers can move mountains, I say nobody prays.

Jan Rheinold Amoyo
Sept 01, 2002

A Social Matter

2005-09-28T22:02:00.000+08:00

I belong to a society-it has no bounds, it is endless. Every single thing we live with belongs to it. Nature is a society; it is not an individual but rather a system. It has neither feeling nor emotion and thus will never bend for anyone's welfare-it is constantly and consistently straight. Nature will never adapt to a given situation, its members have the responsibility.

I belong to a society and so do you. No duties shall be paid to anyone. There is neither good nor bad, but rather right or wrong-their effects-immediate: fruitful or destructive. It is not the system that will take the effects, but the individuals themselves-because of this we are tamed… tamed by ourselves and by ourselves alone.

Lovely Nature

2005-09-28T21:57:00.000+08:00

There are things in life we can't understand,
Love being one, is neglected by some.
Often we seek, others would wait;
Man finds woman-woman craves man.
Fiery and exciting love is always awesome.
But love, sojourn is what we all can't take.

Of all things in life we find to amaze,
Being shot, love is all that great.
Love is elate, boon, and shake; but
It's something we cannot blaze.
Love is far, shy or won't bait?
Worry not; it's not certain you'd rot.

Jan Rheinold Amoyo
July 15, 2002

The Fire;

2005-09-28T21:55:00.000+08:00

With grace and beauty, it flowed
Like river, mad and free.
As to the sun, so grand, it glowed;
Yet so gentle-just as I can be.

Brightly, in a scarlet flame it blazed.
From time of glint, it had been burning,
As wind blow, the more it raged;
So deep, so majestic, so warming.

Strong, yet still was faint,
In time, its flames had softened.
Dimmed as there was no taste
For gratitude of warmth it granted.

Once ablaze, now has gone-
From dancing flames, now frost abides.
Bare and forgotten, wish time will come
To flare the fire to which once resides.

Jan Rheinold Amoyo
February, 26 2003

Walking;

2005-09-28T21:54:00.000+08:00

I face this path with anxiety-
Something new; how sure can I be?
Oh, I've been here before,
And it frights me even more
To see myself with every step
I know consumes all I've kept.

Are my feet for me to direct?
When its wait has been stretched?
Should we linger-I'd sure perish;
No! All I wish is a journey to cherish.
How should I prepare?
Or, should I even care?

Where can this bring me?
Where I am is where I want to be.
Why am I even here?
Up ahead, I face all that I fear.
Well, maybe somewhere beyond;
There lies where I'd be fond.

Jan Rheinold Amoyo
December 16, 2003

An Encounter...

2005-09-28T21:47:00.000+08:00

Beyond the clouds of hay,
Through the mist I wander.
No one else before has seen-
Of course, neither have I.
The sky dropped every trinket;
Falling through the blue, they flew.

Somehow afar the green,
Where every wish doesn't seem,
I cling… vines of grey hide me,
Purple perhaps-no-it doesn't matter.
Light won't shade my eyes on due-
And every tree, they shine on me.

Fields of red surround my eyes,
Tears won't come, won't hide, won't find…
Suddenly, lovely eyes gazed upon my misery;
Then, gentle hands helped me up-
Your eyes are bright as the ocean;
Your hands, tender as the sky.

You came at a time when fire is cold
And I've nothing more to hold.
When all flowers mean nothing,
Your presence is all I am.
And with this reason that you've made me smile-
I am yours to keep-forever.

Jan Rheinold Amoyo
December 18, 2003

A Knight's Fail

2005-09-28T21:39:00.000+08:00

You can keep me in a castle
And shield me from the battle.

You can fit me in armor
And parade me with glamour.

You can arm me with swords
And place me beside lords.

You can mount me on a horse
And have me charge with force.

You can shower me with prayers
And gain grace from my maker.

You can do all these-
And I'll be strong as you wish.

But just one glimpse of you
And I have not more to do.

Nothing to do;
For now on, all I'd do is cherish you.

Jan Rheinold Amoyo
February 28, 2003

What I Can See

2005-09-28T21:29:00.000+08:00

I'm staring at nothing-
At least I seem to be.
My eyes are drifting,
But only to where none can see.

I'm praying for something,
Something I cannot be.
Where hope is dazzling…
But only to where none can see.

The dark sky is empty;
Empty… vacuity-
Still I see, I see
But only to where none can see.

The warmth had gone.
Now; breeze is within me.
Weathered, torn-I'd soon abscond;
But only to where none can see.

I had left, yet still I see;
God! There was she;
I plead, make her see-
See, what only I can see.

Jan Rheinold Amoyo
February 24, 2003