false redeemer

Dark clouds overhead, they never leave me
Stream gushing underfoot, I’m drowning
The air I breathe smothers
No one’s there to aide but you
You lend a hand I grab
Left with no choice
But to make the damn mistake again
Clouds turned darker, never trailing off
I’m sinking in a water drop
And the air still smothers
Why should I wonder?
Ago I’ve gone this through
When I needed help and you came
Only to squash me to my weakness
People don’t need people
People just like you
You feed on people in despair
And leave them half-damn dead
To watch them whimper and whisper curses
Until misery sets in their eyes
Poor weaklings you got us fooled
Why did I seek help?
You never eased my agony
Instead they kept on coming
Coming from the source that’s you
A wolf in the fleece of a lamb
You are my false redeemer
Whose hand I grabbed and I’m dead

MY GREEK TRAGEDY

River of styx behold
This lovely dame is mine
Which the oracle had long foretold
But’ll taste the strife of Eris’ wine
 
Ye who bear Galatea’s charm
Which I myself could not resist
But thou share Helen’s touch of harm
Yet I of Hermes’ gift insist
 
Tender Cupid to thee I beg
May she be my Persephone
But Hades threats an awful plague
So better not these feelings be

The god of Death unleashed its scythe
My damsel hits the underworld
Mighty Zeus do strike thy light
Beside her I be hurled

Apollo’s words were indeed blessed
And proves he breathes no false
Now I rest with my beloved
No harm, no threats nor walls

BRINGING THE BULLSHIT OUT OF YOU

Clench your fist, hit the wall so hard
Watch your fierce blood surge
Ignore the pain, absorb the rage
Behold the beast you are

This is what you have become
You’re smart, you’re clever
But this grave school made you dumb
You dreamt and strived to make it
How far have you gone now?
Nowhere…

Now bring the bullshit out of you
And show me what you’re made of
Nothing, this is what you are now
This institution mutated you
Deprived of what you ought to have
Learning…

You growl, you rave
Deny the shit about you
Thinking this damn piece corrupts you
But no matter how hard you hit the wall
And greatly the blood that flows
Two things you can do…

Bring the bullshit out of you
And behold the loser you have become

desafortunado

 Life sucks, it always does So gather all your guts up Show the hell what you’ve got Or all of life’s discourse will strike you And you’ll taste life’s sweet defeat You give up and damn you will stumble And despair will be your friend Hope escapes as always And you are all alone Life’s a war you’ll never triumph There’s no fighting back for you Forever stuck in a quagmire You and your damn self decay Fool yourself a rescue But just as before and as always
It never comes…       

tell it to the dead

your darkest secrets will never be safe
not to a friend not to a dumb
even soldiers spill their guts
why entrust these things to others
walls have ears, all ducks squeal
the wind listens and hyenas grin
why not keep it to yourself
or tell it to the dead
true they have stories to tell
but who would listen, how, why

seven pounds

i have no idea when the movie "seven pounds" was released, i just saw it last night. the movie starred will smith. i'm not a movie buff, all  i know is that w. smith movies are all worth watching, i could be wrong. if you haven't seen the movie yet and hate spoilers please don't read this.
the film is about selfless giving, about making an impact to the hearts and lives of other people by being a blessing to them, a gift. random acts of kindness from people you know is heartwarming already, having experienced them from people you dont know just melts your heart. the film showed how the lead role, posing as a lowly tax collector, improved and even drastically changed the lives of seven strangers by giving them a surprising gift they didn't ask for but, nonetheless, they all deserve.
i am a believer in the innate goodness of the human heart and the power it brings to positively influence other people's lives. this movie depicted just that. the lead showed the ultimate act of kindness by giving all of his to people he didnt know and bringing light, love, hope and happiness in their lives.
he bestowed his house to shelter a broken family, to heal their shattered soul. he went beyond sharing. in a figurative and literal sense, he gave a piece of him to make others whole.
his brother, a lung cancer victim, needed a double-lobe transplant. he was the donor. six months later he donated the right part of his liver to a lady working under the department of children safety and family services. he endured the pain of bone-marrow extraction for a boy whose childhood's been blighted by his illness.
he donated a kidney to an old man, an ice-hockey coach whose endeavor extends beyond the boards and plexiglass of the ice-hockey rink. the coach helps send his players to college through solicitations.
he tested the heart of a blind meat-salesman who, despite the lead's being awfully rude on the phone, still remained kind and polite. the salesman finally saw the true beauty of the world. thanks to an unexpected gift, a present from a rather rude caller.
lastly, he met a lady who wanted to live life and experience things she'd so wanted to do-- travel, go backpacking, see the world. she wanted to know how it feels like to go running. a dying lady who experienced love and joy in his presence. she  only had weeks to live, a lady with a failing heart. he gave his.
seven pounds, seven heart beats i suppose. seven lives he touched, seven lives he saved, all strangers but one. "in seven days God created the world, and in seven seconds i shattered mine" said he. but in the end, he lives, he lives in the hearts of the people he helped.
an astonishingly good film.
how many of us are willing to help without being asked? how many are showing kindness because wewant to, not because we need to. are you a good man, even when people are not watching you? yes, no, maybe? even i can't totally say yes, cant tell if i'm among the kind ones, if i'm among those willing to help. but guess what, it doesn't matter. what matters is we could start now. start sharing our own seven pounds to others. regardless how little or big the act or deed you think it seems, to the people you're helping they are huge. if you are a recipient of any "seven pounds," just like in the movie, dont ask why you. just pay it forward and start sharing or showing your own seven pounds to others.

to our auntie bhie who's about to give a huge pound for our sis, thank you. with God's help let's hope it all goes well.

pulling the trigger

oh yes i pulled the trigger. probably not the best expression (awfully suggestive of self-slaughter) but that was how the boss put it, one clever man when it comes to double-meanings. a career suicide was how he saw it and i couldn't blame him. he put me where i am now. i recognized how determined he was in convincing me that what i'm about to do is impractical, insane and plain stupid. one who quits his job without having landed another one yet definitely falls under crazy or dumb. he tried talking me into reconsidering my decision, which i appreciated, but despite the superb sales man that he is, i just didn't buy it. so pull the trigger i did and i'm now two days away from officially hanging my admin hat or CS headset, whichever is official. for him, my giving up the post didn't make any sense, more like kicking the bucket but i just saw it differently. he may have assumed i haven't thought it through well enough. things happened so suddenly as though my resignation letter was one huge practical joke and i was waiting for him to freak out. except i was serious, and his reaction, just pure shock. i immediately felt sorry. but the corporate world knows no emotion, or so tin said. i believe her. they'll get by without me. and as for me, stupid or not stupid i have to be where i have to be. with my family. end of story.