Memorial

I wish to build a memorial
For all my brothers whose life faded
As nature sang a sad incoherent tune
That cold November night

I wish to build a memorial
For all those who have tucked themselves
Warm in their beds, covering their sleepy heads
Never to see day light!

A memorial of what became of my brothers
Devoured by the immense earth
By the greedy storm
Between the sky and silence
On the ground they slept
There where the earth is wounded
Where trees were uprooted
Where it bled,
A blood of mud!
That smothered my brothers to their death
There, where they went to the twilight
To an unconscious dive
For it was no mystery
That they were buried alive!

I wish to build a memorial
For their immeasurable terror and fright
And to their shocking surprise
What has our world gone to?
Our world of simplicity
Of hypnotic noontime shows,
Of ridiculous novelty songs
All gone with a torrent!

For as soon as rain drops fell on road
So did my brothers in their doomed abode

I wish to build a memorial
Not built of stones and rocks
That crumbles and cracks
Nor of timber that burns
Or copper that turns
To a sight of rotten green
In the bitter passing of time…

A memorial to their suffering
And to their loved ones
Who were left to suffer more
Mourning for their loss
Constantly hearing a mocking crystalline laugh
From the fat bellied Business man

For as soon as the tide covered the earth
So did my brothers blood leaving his heart

While those in the peak of wealth
Up on their self made pedestals
Made by lying and cheating
And making sharp promises
That easily break...

Like shards of broken glass
They relax in their bubbly bath
Enjoying hot food served on hot plates
Sitting in their desks, wearing decent clothes

There they sit conjuring up a new plan
Working out their profit
To make themselves richer
Off their business of timber!

For them I will build a different memorial
A most suitable one
Resembling a tomb made of dirt
Rightful for they are worth
A bucket of spit!
More worthless than a pile of shit

They had better watch out
For bolted windows and locked doors
Won’t be able to keep me out
For I am tempted
With thoughts of slitting their throats
It haunts me
It lingers in my mind
It haunts me
Like other unwanted thoughts of perversity
It haunts me
So before it consumes me
And eats me alive
I will let it out!
Set it loose as mocking words
That will strike their conscience
I will have my brother’s blood
Tattooed on their dirty faces

Putting their name to shame
With the words that I say
With my voice, my mouth, my bite
With the things that I write
My words, my hands, my fists!

Pretense

Pretense

Trickery and fraud they come as billows
Hidden and behind the umbra of shadows

Strew bright candles in the dark world
And unearth this double edged sword






Be relentless and never waver
Better yet, put bugs on the receiver







Then you'll hear to your grimace
what lies beneath the pretty face









With sick limbs from his protruding belly
The house bound Erap would die of envy
From the perfect cloak of her pretense
Granting her an image so pure and cleanse









The putrid Marcos would rise from the coffin
And dance merrily to the incessant rhythm

Of the impending marching of machine and guns
With quivering lyrics of crying nuns









But only few are the unmasked faces
No doubt, most of us have our disguises
To justify being or existence
How about you, what is your pretense?










with other men he plays manly sports
Drinking beer, a "playboy" of all sorts

But pink is his color and with dolls he play
Alone he is free, so happy and "gay"






Father to all, the holiest of men
savior of souls, God's words within ken
All ears can hear kindness as they sing
'No tongue can tell of this perversity king!







Sharp and intelligent, He played the game
An erudite student, He worked a name

Checkered with medals and sterling brilliance
Stripped, a wicked heart, a rusting conscience









With the finest whiskey, everything luxurious
Makes everyone envy, whimsy of his shoes













Looks up to the sun as he paints the town red
Bows to the moon as his body hangs dead

























laughs when she cries, chuckles when she falls
He to her is nothing, a "man without balls"

Charcoal on her eyes, pepper on her ears
She to him is everything, " reason for all tears"







yells "make peace not war, love not hate"
advocates love of country in every debate
cajoles to link arms, how to fight stronger
The stage is set for this monster warmonger!


















We all have follies, we all have fault
Little did we think, who would have thought!
That allowing this silly runt to easily renege
Would leave pens in rue, and a nation in rage!

The rule of thumb... or finger if you're using a stupid iphone

My job involves explaining so many idiotic things several times everyday. I had to come up with a lot of tricks to preserve my sanity. 

None of them have worked.

I already declared that iphones are for retards. In fact, it is so retarded that it deserves a different dialog. I'm a new texter, I only had a phone for 2 yrs (generally because I thought it was stupid, I mean, why would I want to be constantly at the reach of people I douched or anyone else who may want to douche me?) when it became necessary for work.  But "true genius shows itself in any field it chooses" as master Hiko Sijuro (a key figure in my life) once said and I became a texting master in no time. For instance, I learned that you don't have to write the word "boobs" on texts, you just use (.)(.) and if you type a semicolon followed by a close parenthesis, you can digitally wink at all your contacts at the same time!

"Uh.. Di, di ko yan kilala"

But for reasons still unknown to me, I suddenly found my self in a relationship. Now some of you might be guessing, "so that's when texting became screwed up and complicated"
Wrong! That's when I came up with these kick ass rules that I follow to the letter. (and I suggest that you do so too if you want to live a happy life, full of loving experiences) meh
1. Letting her read what's on your inbox seems like a bit of a no-brainer. So lets make "never let her read what's on your inbox" as the first rule. This must be the simplest and most effective rule ever made about texting.

"But how am I suppose to do that?"

SMS is not exactly an unequivocal way to communicate. ( The rest of us will take a brief pause here while you google that word) A simple "Hi!" could be interpreted as flirting. Given this reasoning, tell her that the only reason why she would still want to look at your inbox is to intentionally pick a fight. If she still insists on digitally frisking you, try to convince her that you love her and respect her. Then take a look at her inbox and twist every friendly message from her male friends and accuse her of being a whore. That would prove your point. Of course, when she finally sees it your way and agrees to the rule you may still want to "take a look at her inbox and twist every friendly message from her male friends and accuse her of being a whore" whenever you want to.

This is the most crucial rule. Being able to  implement this rule will avoid a dozen of other rules like "erasing flirt messages you receive after forwarding them to others" or "giving dude names to chicks in your contact list".

2. Second would be the "rule of equivalent response". This means that for every three messages she sends, you give her only one in reply. The reason behind this one is very easy to understand. You need to show her who's the boss (no, no, don't ask her) in the relationship.

"What if she starts doing the same thing?"

Girls by nature, wants nothing but to make you feel miserable with guilt. Some of them also have tricks of their own while others who are not smart enough just imitates yours which is more irritating.
If you send her a message and she doesn't reply, you just ignore it. Don't send anymore messeges like "txtbck" or "wla k bng load?" or worse, pasaload 2. Just forget it happened, whining about it makes you look insecure. When you finally meet, dont say anything about it unless she mentions it first. Don't go like "Didn't you get my message last night? I was worried sick about you!" She's right in front of you now. That means that she didn't get kidnapped. She just spent the night at her best friends house. Who is by the way, a Baron Gysler with the looks of Christian Bautista.

"Seriously dude, we just talked"

3. Third is "drunk texting". The thing is, you should never do it. Unless you are me, alcohol can impede your brain function so instead of pressing "Candy" you press "mom".