Holiday

It is the freedom where everyone
Lets go of their worries
Knowing that they need not
Think of such things
And thus they resort to do
Everything that they please
But, alas, their thoughts have
Fleeted away
Like a migrant bird that has
Lost track of its path
And find itself lost forever
They only see the freedom
But not its purpose
What should be the purpose
Of this freedom if
Its guidance has been lost behind
In the stampede within the mind...

Asylum

You once felt safe
Secure, protected
In this haven of yours

But it never came to your mind
That you are all
Alone, abandoned

While you believed your speech
That powerful speech
Had marked in everyone's thoughts

All you really did was to
Escape, flee
Your own mortal terrors

And when you did think
About how foolish your hiding was
You started to shiver

You then imagined what will
Your friends might do
Without your presence

And then you felt anxious
First tearful, then forlorn
Harrowed by your own obstinacy

And so you screamed
Squealed as you realized
The dark room you are in

Is truly a shadowy hell
Made to silence your voice
And you have nowhere to run to
Because you abandoned
Everyone

Toothache

In your attempts to be gentle
You feel so much sublime emotions

Then, in a split second
Faster than light can travel

All of tranquility is shattered
All of your efforts crumbled
Like a pyramid of cards so delicate
Being blown by winds unwanted

And you start to scream in horror
Searching for someone to stop the terror

For All Those You Hold Dear

The gentle breeze, the fair weather
They're but nothing compared to
Spending some time with you...

But how come that, like a starved wolf
Who left his pack to feed himself,
You no longer shared time with me...

The gentle breeze, the fair weather
They're but useless phenomena
Failing to comfort me in my loneliness...

But I have always, like a fox whelp
Hungry for his mother's caress,
Wanted to share time with you...

The gentle breeze, the fair weather
They're but reminders of how
I am all alone and lonely today...

But I still hope that you will
Come and share time with me
Before I succumb to my sleep...

Who You Must Fear

As a regiment of musketeers are
Marching towards their battlefield
In what they believe as the final one
One of the youngest at the rear stopped
And looked back at their camps.

The captain noticed him and,
Pulling his reins to make his horse turn around,
He went back to approach the young one
And ordered him, "Get 'yer sorry ass
Movin' we'll fight a bloody battle."

The young musketeer replied,
"I was just thinking, captain,
If ever I'll be able to return to camp
With all my limbs intact
And all my fingers at place."

"It doesn't matter, lad,"
The captain replied,
"'Cause all you have to do is to
Believe in winning 'yer own battle
For our beloved motherland."

The young musketeer asked,
"Aren't you afraid of bloodshed, captain?
Haven't it entered in your mind
That we should not be fighting this war,
That there should have been any other way?"

The captain chuckled and answered,
"What'r you sayin', lad?
As much as we hate losing others in battle
We learn so much by fighting in them.
Haven't ye ever asked 'yerself
Why in these times of conflict
That we start to realize what are
Valuable to us as men?"

The captain reached the back of
The young musketeer's head and
Slapped it, and continued,
"One's courage can be used
Both during and after war, lad.
If you survive this, you'll be
Most enlightened. Now get 'yer legs
Movin' and go back to your line!"

The young musketeer stood tall,
Saluted his captain with his musket
And yelled, "Yes, Captain!"

Inferno

Whenever students these days hear the word "first"
The first thing that comes in mind
Is not the mental thirst
But rather, "They are cursed"
Finally ending studies, they want to find

Whenever youngsters these days hear the word "first"
The first thing that enter their heads
Is not, "All the worst"
But instead, an outburst
Of emotions so wild they can rip things to shreds

Whenever the faithful these days hear the word "first"
Of course, the creation story comes in without fade
But the bubble has been burst
And reality showed its worst
And so they wonder if fixes can still be made

And whenever foul leaders these days hear the word "first"
They think of wealth, so easy to corrupt
But woe, they have been cursed
And the oppressed, they thirst
And, luckless to all, undirected rage will erupt

As Halloween Approaches...

The gentle winds cool my cheeks
As I try to quell the fears within
What could I find behind the doors?
Will it be an arm extending grace
Or a horrifying face
Just as embers glide above the nearby swamps
I tried to reach on the sounding alarm
Feeling confident that I will not be shooed away
Due to my hideous looks and ways...

A little birthday gift

This was one of the most hectic birthdays I ever had, having to deal with the unusual extension of the already head-twisting academic life in the university. This was made worse by this heavy emotion wrapping me and telling me not to do something pretty stupid. I felt so irritable that I could go insane at any moment trying to find some meaning in my life, because I felt that I never had real quality time devoted to my own well-being.

As everything seemed to fail me on this supposed to be special day, I was vindicated by a little chit-chat with my former colleague during my elementary years - and we shared each other's wisdom in life (as well as a little ranting of our academic hardships, which I would rather keep at the personal level) in the process. This enlightening experience was further strengthened when this colleague of mine shared some time visiting my little abode and talking with my grandmother, who has been so devout a guardian to me since my toddler years. This simple happening gave me a good glimpse of hope.

At least that little event lightened my day and made my special day, well, more special.

A good greeting of "Happy Birthday" to myself. ^_^

Acads Everywhere

This is exactly the very time that makes anyone cringe in agony, when all (literally, ALL) your academic deadlines are set within the span of only three days.

Oh well, good thing the GE servers will be down by that time. ^_^

Another beginning...

It has been a long time since I created my first ever blog in Friendster, and it has grown a lot of mold ever since those few posts on attempting to become a literary fiend.

Oh well, that is the dilemma when you have to have to juggle your attention in devoting your academic life (in front of damned mathematical concepts), conceptualizing your own story (which I plan to be my life's work), playing an online game (I'm a proud Granado Espada gamer, mind you), and planning for world domination (who would not want to?).

With this second (and hopefully my most successful) piece of experience-sharing, I hope I will not allow this to be degraded once more by simple plant life.

Oh, and here's my Friendster blog.

Hope I really keep on updating this. ^_^