A century,
100 years,
Almost 1,200 months,
A hair over 5,214 weeks,
36,500 days,
Et cetera and Ad Nauseam.

A lot of time,
To build,
To demolish
To create,
To destroy.

But even with it all it is just a grain of sand that's in the hour glass.

But let's narrow our discussion here,
Let's just say part of one year,
More specifically 118 days.

Prose thoughts and insomniatic ramblings given a cohesive direction.
And a long time passion project procrastinated until now.

A lot can happen in 100 years,
Hell,
A lot can happen in 100 seconds,
Your bloods makes 5 complete laps in your body,
The Earth moved 3,000 kilometers,
And the average human being has 70 thoughts.

Imagine if you just latched onto one of those fleeting thoughts,
Seeing which way it took you,
New ideas perhaps?
Perhaps you remember something you long thought lost.

Again,
Et cetera and Ad Nauseam.

The air is thick,
Grey eyes bloodshot from the cigarette smoke and lack of sleep.

Townshend in a rare role,
As he holds court over the airwaves.
Warning of the masks worn by those who derailed others while rising to the top,
Their vices always taken to an extreme.

The night air is finally cooling down,
It's gentle waves giving me occasionally goosebumps.

Simula noong ako'y bata pa,
Iba ang iyong pagpapahalaga,
Paulit-ulit kong itong nadarama,
Isang pag-aaruga,
Na hindi kayang tumbasan ng anong halaga,

Sa panahon na ako'y nagkakasakit,
Ako'y iyong pinipilit,
Di ba't sinabi **** kailangan kong kumapit?
Manalangin sa Maykapal ng mahigpit,
Sapagkat pag-asa'y hindi niya ipagkakait.

Di mo man sa akin sabihin,
Ito'y aking napapansin,
Di mo man banggitin,
Alam kong ika'y nasasaktan din,
Nahihirapan,
Puso mo'y lumuluha,
Kaya't ang tangi kong dalangin,
"Panginoon ako'y inyo na lamang kunin."
Kung kapalit  naman nito'y pasakit at suliranin,
Di ko kayang makita si Papa na ako'y  nagiging pasanin,
at kanyang babalikatin.

Papa ika'y mahalaga sa akin,
Naalala ko pa ang pagkakataong ako'y nagiging malungkutin,
Niyakap mo ako kaya't ako'y nagiging batang masayahin,
Ang halik mo sa akin,
Kaysarap damhin!
Init ng pagmamahal na hindi kayang sukatin!

Pag-ibig na kahit saan kaya kong dalhin,
Habang buhay kong gugunitain,
Himig ng pagmamahalan natin!

O kaysarap dinggin!
Ang tiwala **** sa akin ay hinabilin,
Bagkus ko itong pagyayamanin,
Hinding-hindi ko ito sasayangin,
Habang buhay ko itong pupurihin,
Hanggang sa ito ay magniningning!

100 na tula alay ko sayo!
Ika'y isa sa magiging pahina nito,
Laman ka ng aking nobela,
Na hindi maipagkakailang-----
Ako'y sa'yo at ika'y akin lamang!

THE FIRST HUNDRED DAYS
IN TRUMP WE TRUST
LETS DISTURB THE WORLD
FOR AMERICA ITS A MUST


THE TRUE FOLLOWERS OF TRUMP
IN TRUMP THEY TRUST
AMERICA IS THE NEW SHERIFF
NORTH KOREA THEY ******


IN TRUMP WE TRUST
TOO LEAD AND PROTECT
EVEN THOUGH HIS POLLS ARE LOW
THEY WILL NEVER REGRET

My all is everybody
And my family
Thinking of others
Is difficult
But time is wasting
For the future
To be an person of who
Will be the my all?

When or where
Was the sender immediately
By my all
The past is gone
And the first day begin
To show us compassion.

Whether or not
The love of hearts is in
My all 100%

                     By K-mari ©2016

We all know that
               Being happy is
One of the surprised
                      Things we do
In everyday life of today
                But some of us
Don't have that happiness
                    Then we give up
On the wrong side
               Whether or not
There is a way to be happy
                  When it touched
Your soul and heart
                    To be filled
With all different emotions
               You imagine to be
Be 100% H.A.P.P.Y.

                  By K-mari ©2016

The cycle has started
Its set to wash
but everything is so FILTHY
Everything in life cycles
Spinning slowly
Slightly misshapen circles
Nothing and everything's perfect
It's in the eye of the beholder
Not sureWE CAN COMPREHEND 100%
So much lost between the lines


Double spaced
All these layers
Not sure if we can cope with the answer
Maybe questioning is the answer
for all is one
and we are god
We make or own reality
but it seems it's now blocked by this technology
Slightly misshapen circles
Over circles forming bigger circles
They may seem perfect in some eyes
They say circles within circles represent power
The chalice the gift of life
Drinking from the breast of a broken society

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