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Posted by Lawrence Corpuz on Wednesday, March 28, 2012, In : Poem 
I toil for self approval, 
And work for bitter praise. 
Digging down into the 
Of a slowly growing grave. 
My bloody hands lie broken, 
And my shovel scrapes on 
Until the hole that I´ve been feeding, 
Is the only thing I own. 
I stand, alone and empty, 
And lose all hope within, 
I´ll keep digging to the bottom, 
Until they throw the dirt back in.

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Posted by Lawrence Corpuz on Thursday, June 23, 2011, In : Poem 

Living again
The feeling's too familiar
Forgetting the end
To start yet another familiar beginning.

Pain of disbelief
Within this darkness you cast
I'm not there, and I don't want to be here
Come watch me shed my tears.

The undying connection
The misinterpretation of my heart's desires
The failure to understand could take me
Away to the self-providing world of insanity
There I will run in the open wilderness of the night
Running and hiding and searching for the one who will fight the fire

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Storm Hunter

Posted by Lawrence Corpuz on Thursday, June 23, 2011, In : Poem 

Searching through the trees
Today there's a strong breeze
Residual hauntings resonate here
Desecrated by disgraces who never tasted fear.

Haunting through the storm
For things I may never know
Seeing your stride in my mind
Walking free for all time.

Come see my thoughts
Memories you awakened
Not one time you fought
Will ever be forsaken.

With a shield of thunder
And a sword of lightning
Storm hunter, yes, I am
Deep inside shivering with pain.

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In The Presence of An Angel

Posted by Lawrence Corpuz on Thursday, June 23, 2011, In : Poem 

Trying hard to perfect...
My mistakes...
Some kind of redemption, no protection...
Those dead days... I can't breath
Like I ruined... oh no... no!
Makes me sick
Definite hypocrite

Remember me, don't try to forget me
You made me afraid
You flourished while I decayed
Everyone said I was dead
Wandering like ghosts through my head
Your punishment found in flames...

I'm sorry, my love; pay no attention to them
They are what remain from a past that is dead
Can we be together?
It doesn't matter wh...

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What a Fool is a Lover Could Be (A sad story...)

Posted by Lawrence Corpuz on Wednesday, May 4, 2011, In : Poem 

Diamonds shimmer 
in the depths of the 
calmest pond.
I reach for one, 
but I can't touch.
Instead I create a current
and stir the murky depths 
Mud and clay 
cloud the once clear pool.
Only evidence is washed away 
in a roaring wave.

The wave descends 
and shatters the once still air
Into the voices 
of a thousand tiny angels,
Each one crying out 
for a lost soul to save.

As the river breaks 
into the ocean of dreams,
I stare and wonder 
in it's magnificence.
Dare I?
I stand at the banks


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Living My Life

Posted by Lawrence Corpuz on Thursday, April 28, 2011, In : Poem 

Through sheer insanity, 

I jump off the ring of fire that kept me in prison, 

consuming all my strength. 

Then freed0m on the apex of it is finally on my reach, 

disregarding all the pessimisms, resentments and sarcasms.. 

I become whole again.. 

Which I've wanted years ago.. 

Mustering only a will power and an ounce of courage...

And a colossal amount of appreciation of life. 

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How could someone with so little be so happy?

Posted by Lawrence Corpuz on Tuesday, April 5, 2011, In : All About Life 

"Thank you, Sir. Praise the Lord!" the old beggar exclaimed in clear English as I shove a five-peso coin into his hand. I was on my way to meet a friend at a restaurant near Raja Solaiman Park one rainy October day when I chance upon the kindly old man, charming passers-by for alms with his tooth-less smile and sunny disposition.

Minutes later, as I sat comfortably in the restaurant with my friend, the memory of the old man lingered in my mind. After our meal, we go to the spot where I left...

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Rising Spirit

Posted by Lawrence Corpuz on Monday, March 28, 2011, In : All About Life 

The rhythm of my hand goes well with the drops of ink and with words floating in my brain. I do not have highfaluting words to speak of, instead, the way of my emotions and the labyrinth that my soul’s going through are the ones obliging me to put the significance of other’s life into scriptures. But, ironically, I do not find my life as important as others do consider it. The poetry of contrast the world has offered me evoked my sensations to be involved in its abyss. In there I grew, l...

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Posted by Lawrence Corpuz on Monday, March 21, 2011, In : All About Life 

'How's your day?' a question that on my bad days makes me grouse and rant a reply. But after that, I would vow silently for the umpteenth time, never to lose perspective again.

For many of us, work lays claim to our time and emotion, possessing us completely as any spouse or child. But those of us who think we have hard jobs can learn a lot from those who really do.

I wonder how some people manage to counsel rape victims, investigate murder scenes or a rescue victims on the aftermath of a disas...

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