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George R Camacho
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Mateuš Conrad Jul 2018
/                        only failing
              comes through
               with a spectacular
                      fashion...

   the rest?

    just the usual -
grey face, the tie,
albeit tremendous
attire,
   and a well donned
grin...

something...
  stupendous,
and "in-the-moment"
"leisure"
with a lost "activity"
to, "convince":

  or, actually,
  never convene around
    the *****-whipped
                           boy-scouts,

love the punk frisk though...
it's a bit like:
  i will never grow up,
contra:
   and i won't because
  i've been down-selected
like a wheelchair burden
of a person...

which in the case of
stephen hawkings...
  
                   if you know the story
of stephen hawkings(')...

          is that a martyr,
or a charity chase
      given all the provided examples
for a pontiff?!

                    i said european
"martial arts" begins with
unlearning being kicked
in the *****,

     allowing the 4th knuckle
to become protruded...
                       "softened"...    

*****-whipped, sure...
     macho macho macho...
macho macho macho...
        
  can't exactly picture your
face,
       punching a brick wall;

and i'm seriously trying,
   before the rage blackout.
Tandang-tanda ko pa kung paano tayo nagsimula
Tandang-tanda ko pa kung paano tayo nagkakakila
Sa una’y wala tayong pakialam sa isa’t-isa
Pero dumating din tayo sa puntong magkausap sa telepono mula gabi hanggang umaga

Tandang-tanda ko pa kung paano mo ako pinakilig ng iyong mga salita
Kung paano mo ako pinakilig sa bawat tingin mo sa aking mga mata
Akala ko sa libro at pelikula lang nangyayari ang ganoong mga eksena
Ngunit mali pala, pati sa totoong buhay nadadama pala

Tanda mo pa ba kung paano natin gamitin ang oras
Ang oras na tila limitado ay kailan man ‘di natin hindi inabuso
Kahit pa may pagsusulit sa klase kinabukasan
Pinipili natin na magusap at maglakad hanggang tayo ay pagsabihan

Tanda mo pa ba kung paano mo ako niyakap habang ako’y humahalaklak
Kung paano mo rin ako niyakap noong ako naman ay umiiyak
Tanda mo pa ba kung paano mo sabihin na mahal mo ako
‘Di pa ‘ko naniwala dahil aminado ka na ikaw ay sadyang mapagbiro

Tanda mo pa ba kung paano natin iniwan muna saglit ang barkada
Para lang sabay tayong bumili ng fishball o monay doon sa may kanto ng kalsada
Kay tagal nating naglalakad para lang dayain at mapahaba ang oras ng pagsasama
Pagbalik nama’y iilang piraso lamang ng fishball at monay ang dala

Tanda mo pa ba noong tayo’y magkasama sa gabi at naglalakad
Kamay mo ay nakakapit sa aking baywang sa pag-aalalang baka ako’y mawala
Kahit pa maglakad sa umaga, kamay mo ay nasa aking likod
Kahit saan mo man ilagay, tila lagi **** sinasabi ay “Lakad ka lang, andito ako.”

Tanda mo pa ba noon kapag may miting ng sabado sa eskuwela
Lagi tayong pumapasok ng mas maaga, isang oras bago ang natatakda
Ngunit hindi sa eskuwela ang ***** kundi sa parke nang makapaglaro saglit
Tapos pagbalik sa eskuwela ay tayo na lang pala ang wala sa silid, dahil nahuli pa rin.

Tanda mo pa ba noong tayong dalawa ang nag-representa
Tayong dal’wa ang lumahok para sa titulo at karangalan ng eskwela
At nang manalo’y lahat nagalak at sinabi na
Tayo muli ang lalalok para sa susunod na laban sa makalawa

Nakilala tayo sa ating galing, pati na rin sa kilig na ating inihatid.
Kaya naman pag sa kompetisyon, tayo ay naghigpit.
Ang dating magkasama sa lahat at magkakampi,
Ngayo’y biglang naging magkatunggali.

Tayo ngayon ay kinumpara sa ibang magkasintahan
Bakit raw sila pagdating sa grado sa eskwela ay okey naman?
Bakit raw sila ay parang walang pakialam sa kung anong kalalabasan
Ngunit tayo ay tila naguunahan

Kanya-kanyang labanan, kanya-kanyang istratehiya
Kanya-kanyang napalanuhan, kanya-kanyang talunan
Nagsarili at ‘di na namansin pa
Para bagang dalawang taong ‘di magkakilala

Nabalot ng yabang ang ating mga isip
Ngunit ang puso nati’y nanatiling tahimik
Hindi umimik kahit isang saglit
Kaya naman isip lang ang namalagi’t naghari

Tanda mo pa ba kung paano tayo noon?
Tanda mo pa ba kung ano ang meron?
O nakalimutan mo na kung ano ang mga sinabi mo sa akin noong okey pa?
Dahil ‘di ka sumagot noong sinabi kong, “patawad” at inamin ko ring mahal kita.

Unang beses kong sinabi sa iyo ang mga salitang iyon.
Unang beses sa buong pagsasama natin ng isang taon.
Ngunit nang binanggit ko hindi ka man lang tumungo
Kundi pinabayaan **** katahimikan ang mag-ingay para sa’yo.

Natatandaan mo na ba pagkatapos ang lahat ng aking pagpapa-alala?
Natatandaan mo na ba kung paano sumibol at nawala
Ang pagsasamang puno ng pangako at pag-asa
Natatandaan mo na ba?

Kung sakali man na talagang nalimutan mo na,
Pasensya sa ingay kong ito kasi ako hindi pa.
Hindi ko malimutan sapagkat sariwa pa.
Sariwa pa lahat ang pangyayari kahapon na dahilan kung ba’t may luha ngayon sa’king mata

Kung talagang nalimutan mo na,
Lahat ng ginawa natin, malungkot man o masaya,
Utang na loob, pwede ba ako’y turuan mo sana
Kung paano limutin ang lahat ng alaala.

Kahit na hindi na matago ang sugat na nameklat na,
Peklat na kahit Sebo de Macho ay hindi kaya,
Basta mabura lang alaalang nagdulot ng sugat na peklat na
Okey na sa akin iyon, okey na.

Okey na, oo. Kasi ‘di naman talaga peklat ang dahilan
Ang dahilan kung bakit hanggang ngayon ako ay lumuluha
Eh ano naman kung may peklat ako di ba?
Wala pa rin naman kasing papantay sa sakit na nadarama

Sakit na muntik na akong malagutan ng hininga
‘Di ako nagbibiro sapagkat sa bawat pag-iyak at pag-singhot ko
Naninikip ang aking dibdib, nagdidilim ang aking paningin
Hindi ako makahinga

Tanda mo pa ba, noong tayo’y muling nag-usap
Tila ba gusto ko muling magpakilala
Akala ko kasi isang pag-uusap para muling makapagsimula
Yun pala, usapang pangwakas na.

At doon na huminto lahat ng masasakit na mga alaala.
Ngunit hindi huminto ang paghihinagpis ko bawa’t gabi, kada umaga.
Kaya naman hinihingi ko ang tulong mo kung ‘di mo na naaalala
Dahil kailangan kong malimutan ang lahat ng tanda ko pa.
Yenson Aug 2018
Yo..brother.....brothers.....BROTHERS
Hear me now
The time has come for us to talk
You all say 'KEEP IT REAL'
So lets talk and keep it real

So tell me you all, please tell me
What's ******* real with you all knifing each other
What's real with taking someone's life
What's real with being crazed and stupid
What's real with losing a future and ruining your life
What's real with doing time in jail and forever marked a killer

This ain't no Macho ****, this ain't no cool nothing
No! man, this ain't no macho ****, this ain't no cool NOTHING ****
Look around you, where does it states that killing another is cool
If you're blood thirsty and wanna fight, why not go join the army
At least you learn discipline and acquire some other useful skills
And if you're still ******, you can do all the killing you want and get a ******* medal for it, if your ****** *** makes it through.

Yeah, we all know its tough out there.
We know its not easy being a brother, we know there are obstacles
We know there are limited opportunities
We know there are those that don't like us
We know nobody really give a **** about some of us
We know whatever, whatever
But nothing justifies us killing each other

21st Century, we know we are humans like everybody else
We say we are free, we have freedom in a civilized society
Think brothers and look closely, who is really free
No one, you are only free within the ******* dictates of the society
That means behave like a civilized person and they leave your *** alone
Any thing else, you get the ******* chains right back around your neck
And prison and ruination becomes your ******* Cotton field
That is the greatest affront and betrayal to all our Ancestors
Who never had a choice and ******* suffered immeasurably

Brother, hear me, you gotta find and know that real freedom is in the mind, real power comes from the mind, your ******* brain.
A trained MIND, a brain that works capably and efficiently
A brain that knows its not about Macho posturing
Or beating the ******* system or trying to have something for nothing, or chasing the quick buck or ******* about

Its the brain that thinks and refuses to accept that
Saying SICK doesn't mean something is good
Saying WICKED doesn't mean something is impressive
saying DOPE doesn't mean something is 'the business'
Man, how can you buy into all that ****
How can you allow yourself to be programmed that negativity means something positive and good.
With that mindset is it any wonder brothers are now shooting and knifing each other.

No brothers, its about getting a trained mind, being a responsible member of the ******* society, its about hard graft, forgoing some things, caring about others, being an inspiration to the younger ones, respecting women and each other and ****** suffering if it comes to it, because in life sometimes, it comes to it, but a trained mind will help you through **** and moreover you get to ****** sleep easy at night, knowing you ain't got no payback coming

So brothers...forgive me if I've said too much, I am not judging and I do appreciate its hell out there, its just that we are all tired of hearing another ****** is now six feet under. A poor mother cries again, a father wonders what he did wrong, a wife cries for a lost love, a brother or sister misses a sibling for ever a poor child is left without a father. Somewhere tonight a MOTHER is weeping bitter tears, she carried you for nine uneasy months, nurtured and loved you, now you are gone, stabbed to death by another brother, why are we doing this to our MOTHERS?

Come on, brothers, lets start  getting with the page
LETS START KEEPING IT REAL..........