ignorance is never bliss

for war is not the opposite of peace
nor love is that of hate
fear lingers to those who wage violence
and indifference their weapon

toy is what a gun to a child
an arsenal of greed to a fascist
power consumes and corrupts
hate blinds not by darkness but light

youth stolen to fight wars not their own
selfish are they who send their sons
and daughters to battle
while they drink martini with their concubines

we are but fools on a string
preyed and played
we are but papers yet to be written
for widows of soldiers who had fallen

ignorance is never bliss
for innocence that is
how long shall children suffer?
how long shall mother's grieve?

speak to me of peace

speak to me of peace
when the peasants no longer till the soil of feudalism
and the produce of the land be divided amongst the people

speak to me of peace
when the dungeons are empty
and the silent cries of the prisoners are but echoes too deafening to remember

speak to me of peace
when the mothers no longer weep for their lost sons
and children may no longer be seen bearing arms and not books and pens

speak to me of peace
when religion is no longer synonymous to conflict
and that the name of God is used in worship and not in battle cries

speak to me of peace
when families are no longer coerced to leave their homes and settle in cardboard shanties
and live under the naked skies through scorching heat and blistering cold

speak to me of peace
when fathers will no longer steal and kill
and die only to bring food to the tables

speak to me of peace
when life is no longer about taking but giving
and the human experience is as sweet as the candy cane on a toddler's hand

speak to me of peace
when spirits roam free
and the thoughts can fly like helium-filled balloons on a sunday skyline

speak to me of peace
when we can already speak our minds
and will not be silenced by a thunderous trigger

speak to me of peace
when war is no longer part of our vocabulary
and that peace is no longer a mere state of mind or an ideal but a reality.

wars waging, guns are firing, ideas are crashing like comets come raining
you hear the cries of the innocent and the shouts of the insolent
a never ending calamity barrage of senseless atrocity

city after city they bomb, town after town they rob
out the oppressed and the oppressor coming in
suffering populace longing for God's embrace

why has gone cold? why has evil gone bold?
people of the world never grow old
children are dying with their stories untold

they say it's revenge they are after
a tooth for a tooth is their battle cry clamor
but they did not realize they have lost their mind
an eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind

peace is not an unreachable ideal to be wept
peace is the goal the treasure that be kept
the love for humanity should what remain
all that spirits desire, spirits attain.

untitled pa ni...

we live in the dark ages of wars and oppression
thriving in the shadows of blatant exploitation
walking down the road of total damnation
i call Jah now please lead my people to redemption

two days ago i came across three children
hungry and thirsty carrying heavy burden
they say, mr we haven't eaten for days on end
i say, come in to my house i might have some spare that your hunger may mend

then i realized how humanity has become
society of beasts of monsters preying on some
we have lost the divinity that Jah has blessed us
what has been left is the cruelty and the ideals of rottenness

i call on Jah people to kneel and repent
this is not how we should lived this is not what love meant
life is about compassion and charity
let's embrace one another and transform our society

Jah bless us all

alay sa perlas ng silangan

sa paglubog ng araw ay siyang pagmulat ng mundo
sa katotohanan na ang buhay ay siyang mapaglaro
marami ang nagtitiis nagpapasarap ang iilan
kokonti ang kumakain ang iba ay kumakalam ang tiyan

sa ilalim ng hubad na ulap may mga sumisilong
at sa apat na sulok ng palasyo ay may mandarambong
ang piping iyak ng dukha ay dinig ng malaya
ngunit pilit kinukubli ng mayamang mapag-alipusta

ang katarungang mithi ng bayang bigo
ang kapayapaang hangad ng batang sundalo
ang kaginhawaang hingi ng inang nawalan
ang katotohanang alay sa perlas ng silangan

at sa bawat pagbangon ng paslit sa lansangan
pantawid gutom agad ang nasa kanyang isipan
habang ang nasa kapangyarihan ay nagbibilang
kung magkano ang nanakawin sa kaban ng bayan

Enough is Enough!

We live in a world of fantasy. Do you believe that?

We live in world of fantasy basically because our society is run and operated under the impression of a myth; a myth known as money.
In a world of corporate globalization, we have become a bunch of crazy entities thriving in a world where everything has a price, and yet we don't say anything about it. We are fools who let ourselves become enslaved by a piece of paper or a bar of metal or a shiny stone.

We are hypocrites who even tag ourselves, rate how much an object is; and worst, tag how much life is. Human existence is based on how much revenue you can come up with. Material satisfaction has become the most important goal of the human experience.
Our world right now is under corporate control, ruled by individuals enslaved by greed. They are a few minority who exploit the resources, may it be natural or human power. Society has become a puppet show wherein people are bred for profit, not for purpose. Human life is synonymous to greed.

The fate of the earth is determined by the superpowers whose only interest is to gain more out of other’s suffering. They paint a façade of programs with sweet terms like free-trade, with bitter policies embedded to make poverty-stricken countries bleed to dry. These superpowers see the planet as a commodity, a money-making machine and not a home.

In order to change all of these, let us stand firm in proclaiming that our planet is not for sale, we are not for sale.
In our country malls sprung out like mushrooms on a cow's dung. If you look at these malls in a rather peculiar perspective, it is like a big monster with its mouth wide open while his preys are coming in voluntarily without knowledge that they are about to be devoured .

I remember reading an article about the labor atrocities in factories of Nike where employees are underpaid, overworked, and commonly face verbal and even physical abuse. And by continuing to buy their products, we too are guilty in committing these horrible crimes.

It will take decades before humanity can truly realize where our civilization has taken us. We are surrounded by injustices and yet we choose to be blind. The machine has been successful in controlling our lives.
In order to stop the madness of the corporate junkies, we should start by not patronizing their products. And the only way to do that is buy nothing, right?

And when we do, they will realize that not everyone is stupid enough to be manipulated. And we will also realize that life is worth living without buying, because in the first place, our resources are free and no one is supposed to take full advantage of the spoils of the majority's labor.
So am I making sense now? Or you're just playing stupid because all you care about is saving your allowance to buy an Armani or a Vesrace or a Tommy.

Take a stand now! Resist corporate control! Fight Consumerism!

If you're not for sale, then buy nothing!

The World is Painted Black

(Aftermath)

He is no deep at all.
He is an asshole
and no more than that.
A bitch of no worth.
Pretentious bitch hiding
beneath is depth,
the depth is only inches
down the cover.
On the surface bulges
of volcanoes lie dormant
but liquefied gold looms
underneath
in a steady rising temperature.
Bitch.
Pretentious bitch.
Go submerge and show
no sign of existence.
Bitch.
A male dog of rainbow feathers
but black and hollow within.
Bitch.
Why have you come back?

You made me believe
you're a bottomless pit.
You're nothing short of a
hole in a backyard.
Bitch.
You planted an unknown vine
within me.
It crept silently
from my veins to my brain
and reached to squeeze
my heart.
You showed the world
what a surreal art you are.
You're nothing more than a
piece of crumpled paper,
dripped with water,
muddy water that is,
because you want to play mystery man,
don't you?
Flashing Mona Lisa smile,
but the edges of your lips
are sharp enough
they could cut hearts in two,
or three, or four,
depending on how many
polar bears reveal when
you smile.
Bitch.
Pretentious bitch.