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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.

happy thoughts mode

the deafening emptiness

of the echoing dark abyss
of unfathomable depth of trench-like chasms
between reality and fantasy and
the daydreaming state of a mystic turned
suicidal maniac albeit converted
staring and smiling into space; the stupidity
of his gesture though odd to others
is to himself amusing yet unknown
if not to the frequent reproach of
friends and adversaries alike
yet in this peculiarity the mystic turned
suicidal maniac albeit convert finds bliss
and thus continue his staring and smiling
into space leaping
between fantasy and reality and his daydreaming.

bored

i have always admitted, sometimes to a point of being annoying that i am really f*cking bored. it's as if life has nothing more to offer but pain and suffering and frustration and despair etc etc etc.

yet in the absence of excitement i see a little flicker of thrill, in the idea that life ain't life without such negation; that the cliche 'one won't know how sweetness tastes like if one haven't had an encounter with bitterness' has truth in it.

more than a month ago, i made a close contact with the ripper. the scars have healed, yet the pain remains. and i guess that'll be the case for days to come.

when asked why i did it, why did i try to expedite my extinction, i simply say the main reason is boredom. too vague to comprehend? yeah i too haven't got the slightest idea why i'm so f*cking bored.

i spend the last months bumming around the house, watching discovery channel, nat geo, history chanell, etc. my life was at a standstill, and it still is. i don't know how to start all over again. ironically, i remain optmistic. crazy.

i maybe ruined, beyond repair, but i keep hanging on.

& i'm f*cking loving boredom.

Day 3

Sporadic islets exist

almost invisible on the face

on the black seas.

This time many have withdrawn

from the battle in the funeral march,

but the golden spark

was still there,

unwilling to surrender,

glowing brightly as if to say

its energy will never exhaust.

The plague

has a venomous tongue.

By the end of this ordeal

the world is painted black no more.

Will see it no more.

Will see them no more.

I'll be on my own and the

blackness will stand

witness to my solitude.

There will be pulling down

of silver string

no more,

nor rolling up of the curtain

of creamed snow.

There will be no more blackness

to cloak my world

but my future will be

equally dim.

Soon I will miss the

golden dewdrops

and tears of neon blue.

The funeral march will go on

for as long as this tomb

is cold - with or without

the world painted in black.

The sapling may never grow

because you keep the sun

behind your gloom,

the nimbus, your shadow.

But I'll miss you, too,

because you are coming back

no more.

I hope you are coming back

no more.

This will be the last glimpse

to blackness

as it fades to many

different shades

of green like emerald

and turquoise beyond.

Suddenly a familiar face

appeared from nowhere...

Why have you come back?

-Toto