Venetian Princess

She traveled from the clear Australian seas,
To the cold winter of Venice.
Romantically masterpiece as it is,
This piece would cease as wasn't his.

She paradised the ocean on her eyes,
Weeping blue, witnesses of lies.
A tear flows by, as the heaven cries;
Whispering wind, kisses demise.

The fading lamp, frailly shone down;
Reflected beauty, against her golden gown.
But underneath, a ruby and diamond coated crown;
An angel's face, filtered of frown.

And there he stood, on his own.
All alone, in his wooden throne.
A place of stones and bones,
He had always known.

Maybe the night was slow,
The moon had nowhere to go.
But even if, the river delayed her flow,
All the stars, had nothing to show.

A Night of a Fool

There’s a drum set in my room. Just beside my bed.
I have 4 pairs of sticks; one has a broken head.
The cat is roaming around, finding a place to sleep.
He plays around with my blanket. Needling it with his feet.
A bottle of beer, half empty, half full.
Another half drank bottle of wine, a commodity of a fool.
A dirty ashtray in the table and a cigarette between my fingers.
Just right between my pinky and the ring, where it putridly lingers.

No one’s playing the drums, yet the silence is deafening
The broken stick head is still on the ground, where it fell from breaking.
The cat now quietly resting, just licked his nose after yawning.
His name is Sae, the syllable I say in a high pitch when I call him.
The beer is now quarter full, around hundred fifty milliliters
It’s 750 if full, but empty when touched by drinkers
The ashtray, dozen of butts, dirty of ashes
The loneliness, the silence, an evidence, a witness.

It’s just another night of my life, my joy, my agony
They said young life was fun, not for me.
I have no job, I have no partner, I have no money.
And just to make it worse, my father was taken away from me.
Now, I’m alone, though I still have family.
One from my father, another from my mother and a brother younger than me.

I’m not complaining about anything, I love my life and I live it too.
A philosophy of mine, ‘if you love love, love has got to love you.’
Even if love loves me, fate has other plan planned for me.
An invisible web of thread hidden from me.
Though it would be easier if I knew where I should go.
And not think of excuses and impromptu responses once the troubles grow.

I see the Sae staring at me, his eyes mildly close, but looking at me.
He wants to sleep but still waiting for me.
If only it was that easy, that one can sleep and forget everything.
A beer and a cigarette and every problem would be nothing.

A potion, a smoke couldn’t change anything, nothing at all.
But helps you forget the times fate made you crawl.
It would only give music for a silent night but noise for the trouble.
Lets you sleep, but wake up in the morning with the trouble doubled.

Fate, oh fate. If beer, smoke, music and Sae could only convince you.
That I’m young and senseless, would you make it easier for a fool.

If only the silence bear music, the beer give solutions,
the smoke give predictions, and Sae tell me that in fate, there’s no absolutions.

Maiden of a fallen Archangel

She smiles like a cat in a garden
A stare to the eye, keeps me flyin'
Sweet voice like a fairy singin'
Soft touch of her hands, How I wished this would never end
With the glimpse of her face, worth a thousand roses
Warm look like the divine ghost is

Just the way she spread her wings and fly
Takes my heart with her up and high
Makes me wild, Free, like a falcon in the sky
Yet, All this things happen within a blink of an eye
But every single second is a memory of a moment I'll cherish
In my heart, this memories will never vanish

How lucky is the knight that comes with a golden armor
He sings a song, melody of a victor
With swords and shield, meant to be a saviour
He grabbed the lovely maiden and showed romance more
They rode up the hill with artificially fragrant love
But I just watched, a gold coated cage, entered by a pure dove.

While I sit alone in this sorrowful grassland
With no one else, just the sun as a friend
She came back with a bleeding hand
And told me, crying, "He's not my man"
I turned back with a confused head
"Yes! He is", I jealously said

"No, He's not" with tears on her eye
"You're the one" she gave a reply
My heartbeat raced, it could make me die
Yet, I answered her with an outright but a bitter lie
"He is your man, He is your knight"
"I'll just be your moon, watching you at night"

Her tears touched the ground and so as her knees
The demons were happy, they were having a feast
I lifted her up and tried to deafeat the beast
with nothing but love as an armor and passion as fist
The word we spoke were like the summer wind hushing
I heard nothing, She bled and I watched her dying

It was too late for me, for everything
The wound of her soul just can't stop bleeding
All those love can't just turn to nothing
All those scenes left me alone and crying
I kissed her for the first time and that would've meant goodbye
Kissed her and whispered, I'll meet you soon, after I die

The bleeding stopped and her pale dry lips turned red
"True love, true love, true love" she silently said
"I felt true love only when I was dead"
She continued "I know it's you, in your heart I read"
Again, her wings turned white and bright
As we headed to the light through the sunshine of the night

As she held me with her love so warm
She embraced me with her loving arm
Those are the times when I felt away from harm
When I looked down, I saw where we came from, that old farm
I saw a couple, DEAD! Next to each other
I saw two lifeless body, but together forever

A Memory

Once I wrote one for you, a pleasure.
Words hidden behind words, a treasure.
A big photograph, from two small windows.
A dynamic memory, of happiness and sorrows.

Once I've known you, once a maiden.
Now a stranger, stranger than what happened.
Once I was a knight, in a shining armor.
Now covered in blood, wrapped in putrid odor.

A Filipino like You, like Him

I know one guy since childhood. His name, Macario.

Macario was born and raised in the Philippines and like any other Filipino, he was baptized a Christian under the Catholic Church. He went to a Roman Catholic Church every sunday and have been going until he came at age. There are allot of reasons why he didn't go to Church anymore, one was because he believed that to praise and worship The Lord, it wasn't necessary to visit a place made of iron and concrete for God to hear his prayers.

The other reason just happened earlier. That his belief and his faith didn't reflect what God would've wanted.

Recently, there was a lot of debates and discussion about something that shouldn't have been. In the west, there's the debate about the legitimacy of rape (which is frankly stupid) and what counts as abortion. In the Philippines, there's a fuss about a bill, The Reproductive Health Bill.

Here's what confuses Macario. Though the Philippines is a nation with more than half of the population being Christians but having a society modeled from a state being separated from religion or the other way around, Why does the Catholic Church meddle with politics.

I was just talking to Macario last night and there were some words that kept me thinking.

1. Does the Catholic Church of the Philippines or in general reflect the situation of a country?

Nope. They have big churches higher than a tree when hundreds of Filipino's don't even have a roof to shelter in during a rain that drowns their houses.

Nope. They only reflect their own belief/s and not the belief/s of our brothers and sisters who believe in other Christians sects and other religion/s.

2. What does the Catholic Church know about sex when:

Priests don't marry.

They don't want to teach sex education just for the reason that it promotes promiscuity to our future.

(Yes, it's a valid point)

3. If man was designed after God, I would think that He is a very smart being.

He wouldn't need to copy and paste his speech

He wouldn't think that Churches should be built big and fancy but instead, he would want the money to go to the poor instead of going to the bishops' and archbishop's fee for laundry just to keep their robes white.

He wouldn't think that keeping people safe from poverty and illness though the use of contraception is wrong.

He wouldn't think that keeping up to today's norm like wearing a shoe is wrong, much like He wore sandals instead of walking barefoot.

and at last, He would say, that the Catholic Church have built enormous temples in honor of My Name but have forgotten that the CHURCH is not a place but something more that can be built with iron and  concrete.

I am Macario. I am a Filipino and I was a Chistian.

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Peace

The Phantom

I'm the Best.

Eutopia

What if the world hasn’t known trouble?

What if the world knew no suffering?

What world would it be? A land with no struggle.

What life would it bring?

What if the world hasn’t encountered mistakes?

What if there was no sin?

What if the cold air meant a fresh breeze of summer?

And the burning fire was light for the room of dim.

What if the world knew no morals?

And there was no difference between right and wrong?

What if Eve hadn’t eaten that apple?

And we lived righteous for long.

What if there were no ups and downs.

No high and low, no love and hatred.

What if there was only one thing that drives us.

And drives us in a single direction 'till we're dead.

What if there was no justice but just forgiveness?

Or what if forgiveness wasn’t even here for existence.

What if everything we did was right?

Then there wouldn’t be wars or neighborhood fight.

Then we would all be robot and zombies.

Going with the flow, be it health or rabies.

There would be no questions asked, no inquiries.

We would see everything all right, for we see no injustice.

A Night

There’s a drum set in my room. Just beside my bed.

I have 4 pairs of sticks; one has a broken head.

The cat is roaming around, finding a place to sleep.

He plays around with my blanket. Needling it with his feet.

A bottle of beer, half empty, half full.

Another half drank bottle of wine, a commodity of a fool.

A dirty ashtray in the table and a cigarette between my fingers.

Just right between my pinky and the index, where it putridly lingers.

No one’s playing the drums, yet the silence is deafening

The broken stick head is still on the ground, where it fell from breaking.

The cat now quietly resting, just licked his nose after yawning.

His name is Sae, the syllable I say in a high pitch when I call him.

The beer is now quarter full, around hundred fifty milliliters

It’s 750 if full, but empty when touched by drinkers

The ashtray, dozen of butts, dirty of ashes

The loneliness, the silence, an evidence, a witness.

It’s just another night of my life, my joy, my agony

They said young life was fun, not for me.

I have no job, I have no partner, I have no money.

And just to make it worse, my father was taken away from me.

Now, I’m alone, though I still have my family.

One from my father, another from my mother and a brother younger than me.

I’m not complaining about anything, I love my life and I live it too.

A philosophy of mine, ‘if you love love, love has got to love you.’

Even if love loves me, fate has other plan planned for me.

An invisible web of thread hidden from me.

Though it would be easier if I knew where I should go.

And not think of excuses and impromptu responses when troubles grow.

I see the Sae staring at me, his eyes mildly close, but looking at me.

He wants to sleep but still waiting for me.

If only it was that easy, that one can sleep and forget everything.

A beer and a cigarette and every problem would be nothing.

A potion, a smoke couldn’t change anything, nothing at all.

But helps you forget the times fate made you crawl.

It would only music for a silent night but noise for the trouble.

Lets you sleep, but wake up in the morning with the trouble doubled.

Fate, oh fate. If beer, smoke, music and Sae could only convince you.

That I’m young and senseless, would you make it easier for a fool.

If only the silence bear music, the beer give solutions,

the smoke give predictions, and Sae tell me that in fate, there’s no absolutions.

Shit Surgeons Say. Which you wouldn't want to hear.

Escape

Oh silence of the night, you deafen me.

The whispers of the wind, the coldness of the dark,

All of it reminds one that he is lonely

And a single one is looking for another heart

But why does one need one if he’s totally happy

That an introvert rather be alone in his own thoughts

Be joyful and melancholy without a company

Only victories from sorrows of the past he have fought

Why must be a loner be of something negative

If the reality he lives is not what he wants

If all the dreams he has don’t want to leave

And happy is an imagination, and pain haunts

KONY 2012?

KONY 2012 from INVISIBLE CHILDREN on Vimeo.
KONY 2012 is a film and campaign by Invisible Children that aims to make Joseph Kony famous, not to celebrate him, but to raise support for his arrest and set a precedent for international justice.

http://www.smh.com.au/executive-style/culture/blogs/all-men-are-liars/make-kony-famous-20120307-1ujd5.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Kony

http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=8431277

http://www.smh.com.au/executive-style/culture/blogs/all-men-are-liars/make-kony-famous-20120307-1ujd5.html

And a quick read from Grant Oyston.

http://visiblechildren.tumblr.com/

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Brown Eyed Girl of My Youth

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There’s this girl in my younger years,

Long before I understood love and tears.

She’s our neighbor for a short eternity,

The girl next door literally.

Short black hair, White shirt she wore gracefully.

Thin lips, rosy cheeks, a definition of beauty.

But only one thing caught my eyes eternally.

T’was her eyes, that caught mine by the way she looked at me.

She looked outside their door,

Busy from doing a house chore.

I was on the other side of the fence,

Playing in the sand with my friends.

The sun was shining bright,

The afternoon gave a wonderful light,

Then there were her eyes,

Her beautiful light brown eyes.

I will never forget the way we looked at each other.

It was a look from an angel one would remember, forever.

Her light brown eyes shined like a gem in the dust,

It was like finding silver in the rust.

Belen, oh Belen. You were a shining star.

Years passed on and I went searching.

That the girl I knew is now teaching.

A decade long has changed everything;

Now, the past was just a memory of youth lingering.

She’s now with someone, I can’t blame fate.

But looking back, if I have stayed,

And didn’t leave for another state;

She would have been mine, my one soul mate.

Love Songs: Anjulie

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Images from:

http://toffymenchavez.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/pro-rh-bill.jpg

http://blogwatch.tv/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/pass-the-RH-Bill-283x300.jpg

http://rojan88.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/rhbill2.jpg

Important Links and Commments:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reproductive_Health_Bill
http://kuro-kuro.org/archives/3487
http://kuro-kuro.org/archives/5477
http://senatorpiacayetano.com/?p=412
http://antipinoy.com/over-population-de-mystified/
http://www.population-security.org/28-APP2B.html#IV-B-1-a

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