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Happy Birthday Blog!... you old bum!
it's been a year...

you were my limbic sponge.
you were my brain's morsel.

dusk march

the 4am mist blur my vision,
or is it the thick mascara
that melted with my salty burst
i knelt down the muddy earth,
yes you left me in an abyss,
darkness embraced me,
darkness swallowed me.

all these violence,
all these senseless fights,
tameless natures collide,
scrutinizing eyes that engross a blot,
narrow spectra unnerving us,
a cannibal versus another...
how we live in a wasteland.

but then again,
bitter revelations still leave me hoping.
maybe i do love you inspite/despite...
or maybe...
i love pain.

Amidst Political and Social Turmoil

My good lord! How do we clean up this mess?!
Depressed about the grim scenario of our administration, I just wish the dark nimbus clouds would just eat the whole island off the global map. I never want the rain to stop pouring even if it takes another Noah’s ark to erode and submerge our own flesh. Yes, even the heavens are crying sympathetically for our land’s woes! I have this feeling that it will take quite sometime to redeem us from this deep shit.
However I follow the daily broad sheets and evening news, listen to nocturnal debates, glue editorial sections around my room, I still settle down an empty bottle. Things have managed to be unforeseeable hiding behind a thick black smoke. To a certain degree I’m honestly confused.
Being a spectator of this ingenious political/social circus, I noticed everybody’s preoccupation was with one’s personal interest if not ambition. It’s not only the president the we should point fingers on, but the opposition (who claims to be with the people) seem to act willingly for the executive’s destruction overseeing the catastrophic outcome to the people. I am beguiled that these raging emotions, driving its way to the target, are personal. And we, the masses, are not far from pawns being used in a giant complex chessboard (cliché right?). It’s sad how centuries of history didn’t prove to be a useful lesson to humanity.
Sometimes I wonder if a country like ours deserve democracy.
Pardon me for questioning if there’s really something, apart from the culture, to still be proud of because right now, I’m red with shame.
Sometimes the only thing that leaves me hoping (apart from actually being hopeless) is that when I just open my eyes, just wide enough, I’d see through the fraud faces, pretentiousness and drama, finding truth locked behind somewhere…
… and that a big crack on earth would swallow all the fake entities to hell!