the silent gaze
of your sympathy.
Stepping ever slowly
on shards of glass
as I walked away.
from the cut
of my decision
to grow apart –
from your side.
of your kindness
that I disregarded
of leaving behind
a life that I knew.
I am sorry.
Filipino Culture And Street Food | 03131208080900 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIIIPosted: April 1, 2012
Figures, forms, random, and repetitive,
Sequences of space and time –
Seeing, being, and occupying space.
She senses the essence of being there –
On her device,
Looking and being, mind, body, and soul collapse.
Sequences of space and time.
Calls dropped, missed, and gotten, but never forgotten.
The other person listens.
Patterns remain, shapes broken,
love ones born, and love ones lost,
Sequences of space and time come and go,
Her phone call – done,
her essence – gone.
Soul patterns on the floor,
only her soles,
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Frank Cunha III
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Twice in a mundane day,
Unnoticed by most walks of life.
The perfect scene of perfect light,
Strikes at the golden hour.
Like reflections on both ends of the Earth,
Stretched by the reach of the sun.
The day begins when another ends,
But meeting halfway at the golden hour.
Awed in a similar scene,
The skyline of blue and yellow.
These ghost silhouettes and familiar shadows,
Are formed at the golden hour.
With the same expression of a precise time,
Separated by the distant future and the known past.
The present is clearly united,
And in sync at the golden hour.
Filipino Culture and Street Food | 03131208080900 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIIIPosted: March 14, 2012
“One more, please?” Pedro cried out a prayer. He counted the small change he got from yesterday’s earnings.
He still needed to meet his daily quota of cotton candy sales before he could start making any profits for the day.
The gloom oh his face brightened and he couldn’t help a smile broaden when two beautifully dressed girls approached him.
Of a sharp
Fence of shadows
Careful not to get wounded
Careful not to bleed.
I was lost temporarily
From the presence
Of overlapping lines
And of mistakes.
There could be more
Of these picket fences
Of these thin soldiers
Of these dark knights
That stood on ground
Still and firm
Of the lines
The original photo taken by my friend and international collaborator, Lorenzo Bernardino, inspired me to talk about the #3 and why I think it is such a fantastic number (besides the fact that it is my name).
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