May Bala At Baril (In Filipino/Tagalog Language)
Droga ang laro
Ang kalakalan namin
Bawal ang baril—
Caught In-between Toxic Thoughts
Please don't fade away
the Color of jet-black shirts
Tumbling through washes
Forever stressed, stretched, laundered
Just to clean impurities—
I use to laugh at ironic things
No punishment for the bad deeds
The Bible says that good 10 fold
The universe returns to us in gold
That fairytales and nursery rhymes
Exist to scare and keep us in line
But on this day fate stepped in
And karma it seems is a comedian
A lesson weaved throughout every line
Carefully crafted as a warning sign
It was a day like any other
As usual jumped in the shower
Quickly washed and rinsed my hair
Noticed too late that it was NAIR!
Every luscious lock and strand
Fell out completely in my hand
What seems like a sick joke being played
Or demented parts a malicious prank
A plot unfolded my part the lead
The lines straight from a horror scene
Like laws of nature or earths gravity
The rules we bend to suit our need
Like a boomerang’s invisible path
It seems to follow when it comes back
Even the ocean and it’s changing tides
Needs the moon’s persuasive side
We are the keepers of what we seek
And what we sow we indeed will reap
The nightmare that we fear the most
Comes back to haunt us like a ghost
Like Peter Pan and Captain Hook
Just a good story in a children’s book
what if the earth gets bored of us
And decides that we are entertainment
those characters we read as kids
Like Pinocchio or the 3 little pigs
Sleeping beauty or the ogre Shrek
You thought was funny as a sketch
Brought to life would pose a threat
Although to you this seems far fetched
The truth Ive written has not been stretched
I hope you read this and know as fact
What you put out there will soon come back
The world over I see,
Inane irony cackles at me!
Society is awash with it,
For the people hypocrite!
I cannot change alone,
Yet someone has to start,
Why not me?
I feel from the heart.
Myriads may follow later,
Let’s commence for a change greater!
It’s getting late, she whispered,
as the still and quiet cold crept on toward morning,
growing ever later, yet earlier all at once.
A spark of wonder and confusion comes
at Irony’s secret wonders in paradox,
working seamless and harmoniously entwined.
The ticking hands of time press on like locomotives,
never looking back, but knowing well from whence they came.
Simple, yellow lines guiding wheels away from home,
to wooded, winding paths and barren, burning plains,
such that the hands of clocks work wonders in themselves.
A boy yearns to speed the present, yet a man to yield it,
a driver searches for the city, yet wants the road once idle.
Embrace the night, for there lies the miracle that all might have their hope.
The night, it grows later, yet the day begins anew again.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I hate this class.
I want to kill you.
Shut the fuck up!
Just let me be.
I don't give a shit
about what you're teaching me!
This class is bull-shit!
I hate every minute!
You bore me to death,
why don't you get it?
Every passing minute,
my anger flares!
Why can't you see
that nobody cares?!
Is it funny when things on this planet sometimes don’t make sense?
One individual makes false statements and promises; the truth shines in evidence
Trust resembles a mirror once it’s broken - - it’s hard to believe in between the given dialogue lines
It’s amusing how they would say, "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words may never hurt me."
When in all reality, the words left behind pierces the heart more than the naked eye can see
Their sharpened ends from the fractured glass pieces could puncture one’s mentality if they are not strong enough
One will stay a child if only they allow rough situations to consume and not stay tough
And if they never get over what is holding them back than who are they to judge a real man or woman’s moves?
Our time on Earth is always a battle judged by the superior one upstairs whether we win or lose
Hypocrisy and Irony is two of the troublesome things in life we face each day
The more uneducated people grow and change the more common sense fails in their ways
Even in any type of relation – Friendship or Relationships sometimes the outcome isn’t what we expect
The words we spit isn’t what it seems generating an illusion of trust which breaks making us fall apart in regret
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keeping someone locked
inside a chamber or a cell
is not a punishment to them,
as much it is your own self made hell.
accept the delusion,
within your mind,
you will then be free,
and life will be more kind.
you're nobody different,
from anyone else in this game,
half of you is different,
and half is the same.
so we are all different,
and we are all the same,
but you seem not to want to accept that,
you still want to think your 100% special,
that, to me,
is a pitiful shame.
5:37 PM 7/18/2013 ©
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/07/19/opinion/prison-failures-we-all-pay.html?_r=1&
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The human condition? A state of attrition!
No wonder they all get depressed.
What with organs that fail, and bodies that ail?
It can’t leave them all that impressed
With whatever has caused, them to be so disposed
In a flimsy, pain sensitive sack.
An abomination. A joke of creation?
Where dreams surpass gifts that they lack.
The frustration of hope. The slippery slope
They slide down, as their world comes apart.
Hardly a wonder they stumble and blunder
In efforts they dare to call art.