Let there be more love, joy, good health, safety,wonder, humor, imagination, fortitude, and faith for our family here in Kansas and Cebu for 2009 and beyond. And, yes, peace on Earth in spite of Grinch's grin.
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COME LEAP INTO MY COMPOST HEAP
"... In the deserts of the heart/ Let the healing fountains start,/ In the prison of his days/ Teach the free man how to praise..." -- W.H. Auden
PORTRAIT OF A SLEEPWALKER AS POLLYANNA'S STALKER
About MICHAEL U. OBENIETA, or MykeO, here's what they say: A soi-disant study of a work in progress. A true-blue Bisdak green-eyed at the color brown. An insomniac daydreamer. An ash-tasting keeper of the phoenix of poetry. An opinion columnist with "Oops" syndrome. A parrot of the 23rd psalm and Shakespeare's 116th sonnet. A Zorba-wannabe smitten with Scheherazade and Circe. A moonstruck stargazer in the universe of Nora Aunor's eyes. Looks up to lighthouse keepers, filmmakers, librarians, symphony conductors, tenors, guitarists, hammock-humming beach bums, gardeners, chefs, and firefighters. A rainy-day romantic. A copycat and doggone mystic. Fond of speaking in tongues straight from the mouth of an ice-cold San Miguel Pale Pilsen bottle. Devoted to all things weird and wonderful. A trustworthy tour guide for a guilt trip around the continent of the Ten Commandments. A patriotic citizen of Procrastination. A chuckle-prone company for those who sing an ode to solitude. His erogenous zones extend to the hushed spaces of bookstores, libraries and zoos with unicorns.
MY OWN PRIVATE FILMFEST
SUNLIGHT ON MY SHELF
MY ZONE OF SOUND
FROM HERE TO FACEBOOK
Let the Light Begin. Get Into the Groove of Gauguin:
WHERE DO WE COME FROM? WHO ARE WE? WHERE ARE WE GOING?...
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