such a tease.

PRECIPICE TEASER from louiie.victa on Vimeo.

The Tower

the tower from louiie.victa on Vimeo.

A "SHIT HITS THE FAN" EXPERIMENT.
Title: The Tower
Theme: Temperance
Tools: Recent random events, tarot cards, cramming, pizza and no yoga for three days.
Track: THE TOWER by louiie.victa featuring Kari Lopez

one ignorant mouth

one ignorant mouth from louiie.victa on Vimeo.

ideas in multi media inspired by GLUTTONY

“Worthless people live only to eat and drink; people of worth eat and drink only to live.”

~ Socrates (470-399 BC)

TRIO

TRIO

three episodes of love (and love lost) in free verse

Starlight and Espresso

Swirling sugar into the black
Bitterness made somewhat palatable
Awake, I am
Indulging my lips against
This blistering hot porcelain cup
I faint on the inside
But my hands still grip the quill
That traces every letter
That spells love
Oh my eyes are fixed
On that clever map against the sky
If only I had a magic compass
Then maybe, I can begin to trace
My way home
To you.

Tryst

There is an hour when jasmine blooms
Fragrant
In a garden undisclosed
At these moments
The sands of time
Come close to a standstill

I am awakened from my slumbering state
You are breathing my name
Softer than a whisper
An invitation from the universe
Only a lover’s heart could hear

A cascading blanket of tiny white diamonds
Greet my blurred perception
Suddenly you appear out of the shadows
To meet me with an embrace
Soon afterwards
We eagerly exchange mementos

I present to you my right hand
In it is the midday sun
You are pleased with it
And it’s rays draw your gaze
Deeper with it’s fiery dance
Whilst in your mouth you bear
The silken mist that floats at dawn
In which I partake of
Within your amorous kiss

Your breath falls on my neck
The sound of amplified hearts
Take the lead
Thus it is the opus
We choose to lend our bodies to
Whilst we execute the need
To quell the hunger that lies
Deep inside

Of you

And

I.

the.dreamcatcher’s.hostage


Last night’s gift, a carpet unfurled

Vast

For my indignant toes to walk upon

Three steps left, two steps right

Antarctica creeps

Into the quick of my vein

While my insides succumb to the plague

Ennui.

Mi corazón transforma en el palacio de invierno
¿Y mi sangre?

In its place, a violent poison

Mercury – water and silver

Playfully
cruelly
streaming from the wound. where

Reality
forcibly
ripped apart

Our Siamese souls.

The Missing Page

From The Desk of Louiie Victa
10.30.2008
3:37 AM – Pacific Standard Time

I don’t know where all this began. I remember it was last Friday when Bill came to me. I thought I was hallucinating that I was seeing little imaginary people (it was in fact, Halloween in a few days time). I tried to shrug off my first sightings of him, but this little guy was relentless. He appeared in my shower, in my kitchen, in my car, in my dreams, in my bed… in short, EVERYWHERE. I couldn’t avoid Bill, so I decided to keep him company. He was definitely good company anyways, especially when it comes to drinking. ;)

He said he was weary from his travels. It appeared to me that he was quite sad about something. I tried to ask him what the whole matter was, but he wouldn’t really spill any details. He just told me that he needed MORE BEER! And so, Bill and I became alcoholics for the week.

The last time I saw him, he was watching me mix down a song in my studio, and he told me that the lyrics really were heartfelt. He turned around and reached into his pint sized luggage, then handed me a page which he tore off his journal. “You have to weave this in with your song”, he said. And with that, he walked away.

I thought the little guy was just going downstairs to get more beer, but he was nowhere to be found. I guess his time with me was over and he’s off to another place, looking for a brand new adventure like all traveling gnomes do. The rolling stone, indeed, gathers no moss, and I’m pretty sure he’ll have a blessed journey in the days yet to come.

When I got back into my studio to finalize my mix, I read the folded up piece of paper that Bill gave me. I was surprised that it was a journal entry about a heartbreak that he recently endured. I read on, and on, and on… His words explained a lot about his sadness, and perhaps why he tore up that picture of his lady friend, as Jammi mentioned last week. I was so consumed by the amount of feelings that he wrote down... it was almost as if I felt my own heart being torn into pieces. It was apparent to me that the shape of this gnome’s broken heart was no different that that of a human being. The concept of love and loss apply to all of us, and are universal after all…

“Weave this in with your song”, he told me. I tried to break his story into lyrics but that didn’t do it any justice. I had to do something to preserve the tangible feelings in the words from his journal, so I decided to let his words shine until the last two verses, which I lifted from my own break-up song which I've written in Filipino. The following audio clip is Bill’s unedited journal entry, which I read against the melody of the song I was working on entitled Paruparo sa Dilim.

This one is for you, Bill. I truly hope you will find love again.
Video is blank. Could not upload the audio in any other way...enjoy the song folks. :)

WALK

WALK from Paul Santiago on Vimeo.

"Im not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come
to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes"
-Depeche Mode

eye

EYE

I found your eye in the bottom of a waterfall
I’m unaware that the face in the mirror
is a picture of my only friend
You made me for perfection
Then you called me human
I bleed when you cut my skin

I arise from the bottom of this waterfall
a dirty angel
Nothing less than a slave to chance
and the roll of the dice
Somehow in your absence
Your loving hatred kindness
I’m convinced that you are blind
Most of the time

In my apologies
In my offenses
In my two cents
the weight of my salvation
Suspended and hanging
On one tight thread

You are nothing but a dream to me
And you are always out of reach

I am caught in the undertow of this waterfall
I’m reminded of the truth
That I’ve always been your property to break
A well-designed conundrum –
To err is only human, but I forgive you
And forgiveness is always divine

I could wake up with a gun in my hand
and a bullet in my head
I’m afraid to face the consequence
That I am human
I’m far from perfection
But I exist
Now my luck is all worn thin

It’s in the sum of my fears
It’s in the corner of your eye
you hear me cry in the dark
see me shed a tear
in the sound of a hopeful prayer
you never want to answer
Because I’m only human
And I motherf**k**g love

the taste of my sins.

"I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of him."