Ewan ko ba kung bakit
Sa pag-ibig may politika
Kung sinong mas may kapangyarihan sa puso mo
Kung sinong kayang bayaran yang mga ngiti mo
Kung sinong may kakayahang patahanin yang luha mo
O paagusin nang walang patumangga
Ano nga bang kapangyarihan ko?
Kundi makinig at makisimpatya-simpatyahan
Punasan ng mahimulmol na panyo ang mga pisngi mo
O ngitian at kulitin ka para di mo naman maisip ang mga problema mo
Ano nga bang kakayahan ko kumpara sa kanya
Kung binigay ko na lahat ng karapatang ari para sa'yo
Ano bang laban ko kung siya ang may hawak ng property rights mo?
Hindi ba krimen na ang tawag kung magnanakaw ako ng tingin sa'yo?
Pero bakit di ka pa nakukulong sa puso ko kung ilang beses mo na akong pinapatay?
Bakit ba wala akong lakas na gumanti sa tuwing sinasaktan ka niya?
Dahil ba sa nakapanghihinang pakiusap mo?
Sa malakas na pagtutol ng mga mata mo?
Maraming dahilan yan kaibigan.
Pero dahil politika ang pag-ibig, siya ang binoto mo at hindi ako
Siguro dahil siya nga ng napusuan **** kandidato.
O sadyang walang dating ang pagpapapansin ko
O dahil masyado mo na akong kilala na di mo nais na maging isa ako sa tatakbo
Nais **** siya naman ang maglingkod sa'yo
Kasi hindi ko alam, ang sabi mo kasi mahal mo siya
Alam mo ba ang salitang yan?
Sapat upang magpaguho ng mga buhay at kinabukasan
Hindi ko, ngunit mo
Pinalampas mo ang pagkakataong
Paglilingkuran kita na parang isang prinsesa
Kung ano ka naman talaga
Naiinis ako sa tuwing pinagmumukha ka niyang pulubi at walang silbi
Ikaw naman nililito mo siya
Binabato ng mga paratang
Tama na
Mahalin mo rin siya ah
Kasi di naman siya maluloklok kung di mo pinili
Pinili mo yan
Magdusa ka
Kahit pa mahal kita
Eh kung sa di mo ko nakikita
Ni binilugan sa balota
Paano ko pa ba ipakikilala ang sarili ko?
Kailangan bang masabing kayo upang mabigyan siya ng kapangyarihan sa'yo?
Pwede naman kitang paglingkuran kahit di ako pinili mo
Pwede naman kitang mahalin kahit kelan ko gusto
Kaya kong gawin lahat 'yon

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Kahit walang pondo kundi ang puso ko
Kasi independent party ako
At ang katotohanang walang tayo
Di magiging tayo
Na sinampal mo sa aking mukha noon pa mang naging magkaibigan tayo
Tanggap ko
Wala naman akong hinihinging kapalit
Gusto ko lang masaya ka sa napili mo
At sana panindigan niya ng pagpapahirap sa damdamin mo
Kasi tangina kinuha niya lahat ng binigay **** buwis at pawis
Di man lang nagtira upang mabigyan ako

Pero sige na
Tama na'to
Wala nakong maramdaman
Isang kasinungalingan
Paalam na
Sana magtagal pa ang termino
Administrasyong binuo ng pag-ibig niyo

Contemporary democracy is a flawed system we cling to
because we've nothing better with which to build consensus.
Perhaps the resurfacing of fascism was heralded by excessive
neoliberal efforts towards political correctness and as it became
too much to behold the people began to throw stones. Or perhaps
it is due to inescapable socio-economic concerns. Ultimately I think
we have to ask three things:
1. Is libertarianism right, (surely its left but) is it fair, cui bono?
2. Is democracy good, is it viable, is the oligarchic disguised?
3. Is representation really all we can offer, does it work or
does pretense to transparency conspire to fail politics?

All I can conclude is that we don't know how to govern ourselves because we don't know ourselves very well.

Dark mystic faith healing powers once found a way. Upon the cold bridge parapet a bloodied boot left for what seemed like days. What about the revolver fired from point blank range? Does this mean the antichrist had a face?

Somewhere between circus and cabaret an audience would gather as if to breathe life into this one remarkably viable lie. From Paris to Miami but with only one grand disguise. She could not dance far enough to escape those piercing dark eyes. And so it appears the truth had been hiding in plain sight.

But what of a fool that would invite spiritualism into his own house? The sovereign family penetrated by an occult Doctor Faust. Within only weeks of a ****** revolution such a leader would surely be cast out. Due to these tragic circumstances the monarchy would never again enter the Winter Palace.

This asylum seeking bloodline must now rule from afar. A private Windsor education was the most imaginable start. Now in a cozy sea breeze California community lives The Boy Who Would Be Tsar. The great Prince Andrew, sovereign curator of American folk art.

her yere sızdığından
                              - gündüzleri
güneşin diktatör olduğu fikri
gündüzün diktatörlük
          ve gecenin tüm güneşler
yeterince uzak olduğundan
            demokrasi olduğu fikri

SAÇMA
     saçma elbette
     teoriye uymadığı için değil
ya da iktidarın doğasını
            ele vermediği için değil
     foucault adını veririm değil

güneş
bildiğimiz güneş olduğundan

ve güneş
ve güneşi düşünürken
-ışığın olmadığı bir anda-
ışığın olmadığı bir anda
politika düşünme adetinden
(bilirsin ontolojik refleks)
güneşi - - bir kez de olsa
                               - - güneşi
politik terimlerle düşünme
düşünmüş olma sefaletinden

ortadoğu da olsa
ortadoğu'da da olsa
                                      saçma

saçma
güneşin umrunda olmaz
                  ortadoğu siyaseti
güneşlerin umrunda olmaz
                  ortadoğu siyaseti

i tak Polska nie wydobędzie Sienkiewicza na rój tych wart smarkań audencii co: by smarkań mość da! jeez Louise: is there a lack of bridges to make them into ghettos worth the man you just dumped?!*

- SH / SZ / CH / CZ never became Æ... clingy ****.

- you don't even comprehend how much
i hate you! sheer! is the word
  best descriptive? -

nie warta walka: bez łez.
  a tym lepi sie: śmiech:
a tym o wart(ym) człek:
          pomysleć w dłonie
   czekanie: myśl;
daj mi boże sfobode nad
życia: b mi grabić mą smerc!
ja mam naród i dziecko -
i matka: jestem, sumieniem!
o tul, o tul, kołysze...
                 Y the emptied
I...
                        czar na bill...
ja chamu zda na gawaridź!
              i am being european
frictive... sorry...
a game requiring a parsley-root:
je chemu sko!
                    gavi morde na mo!
  haczyk skubany wro!
                 skem! sput!
       szto? liter nie budjed czytaj?
patsy - ni budjed: cytatny!
      skavaree!
                a hejm i huja wart skor!
ska! Kazak i Ural i Mągol!
    co slysze? ałła -
                                 i o H w morde!
czerń, gnat i skir o grzbiet: psa!
kto: warczy: i ma tchu by:
                      wilczym brakiem:
                 dać szczak!
ha-o wtopić w moją dupe..
                   extensive....
giętkie: pravda?
                          nah nah nah nah...

                  ser gna w no
o tym co: kichać ma dać dar!
zbieg mieniem:
rady braku: brat...
                o chec...
     i no jemu Baltyk...
        sedno: raj...
                       o chec:
                 i skore zdzir!
                bym mu sprostac -
bytem o: gniew -
                   takim minia polozi -
nad Litwe: krew mi daj Ukiem!
daj mi bozy gnod -
  i warkoc hod! daj ze mi Kraine!
    i to czerpie: chod!
     tym postawie swe miem:
   o co warte skarg: Cerkwiew!
         Gzyms! bell-toll!
              rachunek zem jusz
dal... a reszta: albo politika zna
sie na czlowieku,
               albo czlowiek zna
sie na... kobiecie.
   NIE JA TEM HARANSZA!
               JA: GNIDZ!
   SZARAŃCZA!
jak jom każ ten Frikan...
   lublu liter wart slovo -
             słowik -
niech no, to żyd to przynęta:
i niech nie powi:
   nasze kamienice wasze
ulice... slovo co, co nie tak by?
nuda bracie: cierpiec
   i tez czerpać z historii -
dług: jot -
                 lullaby the
******* seal to sleep
you doughnut gangster by
                                 clapping:
last time i checked:
  the valet did sing
escorting a ***** napkin
  to be touristy "concerned"
  with a: meet-the-parents take on loo....
  doesn't blank urban slang look
just like so: well? because
i actually don't know whether
i'm speaking or speaking the current
year of London...
              which doesn't even
imply a grimmace: rather -
  a bewildered epitome of
                       stupendous: via no vs.
i want to imitate the nonsense of
making rap, music...
          scold me, fine...
              but no one will speak this language
for a need to be doctrined by:
coherently skidding on juicing
a "fascination" with blunt...
      apparently all language is
the most accessed...
         form of discourse...
                   painting is either
painted or sold...
              poetry?
                    better untouched
unread rather than commented on.