I know our team has struggles
                                  but I'm okay with that

our love is spread
                never dead
                         never dread

even though
some tears may be shed

even though
some fights might be held

so go ahead

ride your horse

wear your mask

set your tasks

hold you shield

cause we're both soldiers
fighting

fighters in this battlefield

-o.h

It's okay to lose yourself
for a little while

in books
in music
in art

Let yourself get lost

people like us are never not broken,

we just learn
how to live with the pain
as it lodges in our souls

and stays there forever

-o.h

on sacred shores, the patient await their answer. sometimes, that answer never comes.

and as we sit and wait, listening to the cool gentle breeze caressing our face, we like to think and hope that soft touch is the call we've wanted. the aching change in heart, the sound of destiny calling. we hope that once in our life, the emptiness of the room is the sound of the voices we wish and hope will call out our name.

sometimes, we know it's too late or it's too much that we're asking, but still we sit patiently, chanting songs of passionate desolation, hoping our sounds will be heard through these glass walls. fervently, we await, watching as fate passes us by, wondering what we did wrong or what we could have done to save ourselves the grief of never knowing true happiness. the faithless are always content with observing.

when the heart wishes for what's right, the weight of the world seems like nothing for the cost of romantic freedom. desperation lies cold and dead when the soul knows where it needs to go, intent on compromising naivety, showing spite for all things mediocre.

outside, the light shines bright, but inside it is always dark; and we seek warmth, forever. we await in anxiousness for the time we can feel that warmth once more. it is time to move forward.

privileged paranoia respites the remedy for cause and effect - no more

(1:30 AM/ Brownout)

Ang alab Mo’y minsang inalay sa’kin
Syang naging mitsa ng pagkandirit ng himagsikan.

Ako’y nakakapaso
Magbibigay-liwanag sa madilim na kinagisnan,
Sa apat na sulok ng silid-aralan,
Sa lipunang may mabigat na ginagampanan
Tangan ang alab na umalarma sa pagkatao.

Nilisan ko ang liwanag
Kung saan akala ko’y dapat na maging kasanayan.
Ako’y Iyong tinubos
Sa mapanghusgang lipunan
May tatak sa noo, syang bukambibig ng madla
Salamat, nang ako’y maging pag-aari Mo
Nang ako’y pagharian Mo.

Gamitin Mo ako,
Pagkat ang liwanag, ang katuturan
Kailanma’y hindi mapupunan ng anumang salita
Nang sinuman..
Kung ang alab ay hindi Ikaw ang sentro
At kung ang lakas ay hindi mula Sayo.

Sukat ang buhay ko
Bawat luha ko, akala ko’y walang silbi’t walang kwenta
Ngunit iniipon Mo pala ang bawat butil nito
Minsan pala’y nakapapaso rin ito
Isalin **** muli, buohin Mo’t ihulma ang pagkatao.

Sayang..
Kung ang ilaw ay nakakahon
Kung ang sisidlan ko’y hindi ko lilisanin
Kung ang sarili’y hindi kikitilin
Nang magkaroon ng pangalawang buhay.

May ilang gagambala
Mga insektong hindi alam kung saan nagmula
Mamumuhunan sila’t magiging igno sa liwanag
At kung di lalakas ang alab,
Ako pala’y matutupok.

At sa hanging iihip,
Kung wala ang mainit na mga kamay
Na siyang yayakap at hahagkan sa akin
Ako’y maagang mahihimlay,
Mawawalang saysay ang pagkatubos sa akin.

Ngunit ang alab na ito’y
Kitilin man: kusa man at sa walang dahilan
Maari pang mabuhay, sa ikalawang pagkakataon
Sisindihang muli,
Luluha sa hapdi’t kirot ng kahapon
Ngunit ang bukas ay may kasiguraduhan
Na ang tatahakin ay hindi na tulad nang ngayon.

Binibilang na ang oras
Bawat minuto’t segundo
Maaring mapagal at maagang tamlayin,
Kung saan saksi ang kadiliman sa liwanag na taglay.

Ngunit bago maupos,
Ako’y may aabutin
Bawat sulok ay dadampian ng buhay
At magmamarka sa bawat haligi
Na kahit sa dilim, mayroong palang pag-asa.

(5/13/14 @xirlleelang)

On a human journey reaching inner peace.  
Providing love and inspiration to all whom I meet.  
Spiritually inclined in this world so diverse.
Seeking wisdom from those who inspire me the most.  

Socializing is in my true nature.  
Establishing connections to expand positive vibrations.  
Understanding and accepting that people may come and go, while others maintain a constant flow.  
Learning how to live, while judging no soul.  

We must seek within to develop a pivotal foundation.
Secreting awareness to increment our minds potential.
Such beauty is accessible for everyone to know.
Being in the present moment will enable that for sure.

Enriching this worlds energy by kindness with whom we meet;
will profoundly nurture one's ability to absorb positivity.

By: Michael M. De La Fuente

I'm told foie gras will change my life.
That it's savory, exemplary
to die for.

Ironic.
Someone already did that.
A gavage in his throat...
plumped, fed,
suffocated by
his own fat
like an inflating noose
on an unwitting neck.

Ironic also that
his flesh inflates my girth
and feeds my gluttony.

"Stupid things...
don't even know they're dying."
Dying indeed.
A slow and painful death.
And how deserving of it, yes.
Stupid things.
Too stupid to recognize their plight.
After all, don't the stupid
deserve their fate?

Ironic how - to this day -
we still think we're so much
more evolved than
our forebears.

Evolution aside,
The Divine Rights of the Food Chain
still stand.

I do not understand it,
therefore it is less intelligent than I,
therefore I have the right to torture it.

I made it,
therefore it cannot live without me,
therefore I have the right to ruin it.

I own it,
therefore it is mine,
therefore I have the right to **** it.

Our strength grants us Divine Right, indeed.
May the kingdom prosper under our boots and be grateful, for
history has proven us such gracious and kind masters, after all.

Are we not?