Finalé
the shriveled rose dampened by
dew reclaims her beauty refined
the wrinkled face plagued by
years delivers enigma defined
the battered hand that holds
such beauty shivers from the cold
this is the last hope.
auf wiedersehen.
E X P A N S I 0 N
The surrealist
seeks nutrition
manipulation, control
For to achieve the elated
whims of his alter-ego
he must alter Reality
and become what he must be
For many moons have risen
and died, yet change
has not since touched her being.
EXPRESSI0N
One more shall rise
to the moment, and
seize the human race
They shall be captivated
He shall be Supreme
Like the reigning gods of our religions
He shall be the Omni
Freedom, and Revolution
D E S T R U C T I 0 N
The surrealist and the Omni
gather the masses and
together they lea
ADORNED IN SKIN AND WOEFUL FACE
DRAPED WITH FALSITIES AND NUMBING GRACE
HE SPEAKS WITH TONE OF MILES IN DEPTH
HE COMES AS THOUGH VICTIMIZED BY THEFT
HIS STARE, SO COLD, MALIGNANT
HE PRAYS WITH AURA SO INDIGNANT
HIS BROWS SO FURROWED THEY REFLECT HIS DESIRE
OF SHE IN THE PALEST AND FARTHEST ATTIRE
HE IS ENIGMA, A PUZZLED ART
COMPARED TO A STALLION, A DISTRESSFUL HART
NOT WANTING TO BE ANSWERED HE REMAINS UNATTACHED
WITH PRUDENT MIND AND HEART SO LATCHED
I WISH TO SCREAM, SCREAM LOUD IN HIS FACE
WHERE I COULD GET A GLIMPSE OF GRACE
HE FORBIDS ME THOUGH TO DO WHAT MUST
THE APATHY, THE INDIFFERENCE OUTRIGHT COMBUST
INSPIRED TO HAT
The boy had been passing a bench in the park when he noticed the girl sitting there was drawing. Looking over her shoulder, he saw it was an ordinary scene. Despite its simplicity, he liked it. The picture was a man sitting on a park bench, smiling and looking at something off in the distance , his hat tipped back. The background wasn't finished yet, but she would probably finish that later.
"Can I help you?" The girl - her eyes were clear blue and she was smiling - had turned around. She seemed to be regarding him with a feigned politeness.
"Ah, I noticed your drawing is really good." He gave a small smile, embarrassed to be caught. She mu
"You see my boy the world is "
He paused. I had come a long way to this old house in the middle of nowhere to hear the hermits wisdom.
"The world is a big clock full of ants."
Another pause, this one filled with a different kind of tension
"What?"
"A clock full of ants. We are the ants, obviously. We move around inside a gigantic mechanism, partially maintained by other ants, and we try not to get crushed by the cogs. Forever rolling new cogs into place. Many toil forever in this lightless obscurity. Until they are crushed in their own constructions"
I wouldn't let that be all the answer I received. "Then who built the clock?" I sa
"When I consider your loyalty, I cannot help but marvel. There are statues in public squares erected for just that sort of honor. I am reminded of such a marble likeness: pale and polished, proudly ideal, yours is a monument that, with its unblinking gaze, would command a whole park. And true, from atop your solid plinth you could watch whole ages of the world pass you by. Through thick and thin, summer and winter, snow and rain, the weather's changing moods would go, but not a single breath of wind would dare disturb your sculpted locks. Oh, no: steadfast, loyal, solid, always.
Special words
should be
used sparingly.
One should not
say "I love you"
to every person
one gets fond of.
Because there will
come a time when
someone special will
require those words,
And you've already
given them away,
and all that will
be left
are a sequence
of sounds
that mimic
sincerity.
Today was EPIC.
As some of you may know, the masses have huddled together in Makati to protest against the formation of the Con-Ass.
News groups were there, and I so thank them for existing. xD Mike Enriquez, from GMA7(duh jen), asked a couple of people in the front of their rally what 'con-ass' means.
Mike: Ano po ba ang ibig sabihin ng 'Con-Ass'?(What is the Con-Ass?)
Lady: Ahh, yung pinalit sa Cha-Cha(?)(Ahh, something that replaced the Cha-Cha?)
Mike: Ano po ba ang 'Con-Ass'?(What is the Con-Ass?)
Some Man: Ahh yun ba yung... Hindi ko alam e.:D(Ahh, is it the...I don't know.:D)
Oh God, it was EPIC. Finally the ignorance of the mass
https://gnato.deviantart.com/art/p-p-q-117620057
"the problem with being so independent is that,
people think you're too okay that they can let you go.
that they can let loose of you. that you don't need them that much.
sometimes, independence and strength seem sad."
I often dreamed of dancing ballet. No one knows that about me. But like this dancer I can only do it when no one's around, within dark walls and tinted windows. They are the noncritical guests of every matinee show, the unassuming witnesses of flaw and grace. It's just too bad they couldn't speak, or applaud for that matter.