As pernicious abate
and heat expose a seance
the impending storm tracking with an epistle
only return with a doomsday flight here
when a message disclose the raft
in a sea of moguls with a titan
let fashion disrobe from an olive tree
that mount preparedness with a tremble
then drain the swamp!

We live in a time where people forget their family ties.
On pursuit of a new look.
We forget our friends birthdays until it pops up on Facebook.
Complaining is a new way to get through the day,
and we deny that we feel not so great.
Keeping real friends is a complex campaign,
and we look away when passing a new face.
The past can be held against us,
No matter our accomplished steps.
We wake wishing for luck,
and go to sleep in a mess.
We forget our own hearts.
We let our heads cloud our time.
People beg for loose change.
People walk right by.
Others give them a chance, to stop begging and work.
Some gladly accept.
Some stay in the dirt.
This life is a test. Please stand by.
The answer is not death.
The question is not life
We live in a time where people forget their family ties.
On pursuit of a new look.
We forget our friends birthdays until it pops up on Facebook.
This life is a test. Please stand by.
The answer is not death.
The question is not life
~B-Hypez

Debate isn't about scoring a win
Or coercing an enemy into giving in
But getting fellow humans to find what we hold in common

Over a period of time difference of opinion leads to debate following which mutual understanding might take place.
Somewhere down the line,
something might click,
then signs of mutual understanding will be there in offing.

Mutual understanding will bring the much needed change,
a change that's desired,
since it also fulfills the need of hour.

If mutual understanding takes place, then nothing like that since it moves in the direction of drawing a line of conclusion, which is the only reason because of which the debate commenced.
If mutual understanding is still a viable option,
yet far away,
then it’s time to keep negotiation apart and away from been a part of the debate.

Finally difference of opinion can lead to something positive and healthy, if the debate that is ensued following a difference of opinion is in the right direction,
in right spirit,
focus remaining on point of concern,
substance with regards to what’s going on in mind is not disturbed in anyway,
most importantly the debate is held on proper grounds.

Difference of opinion is also a sign for something constructive, if the mind is determined to make sure that the odds which are going to come along the way will not only be handled and tackled, but also taken out and taken away from the way of getting things done.

Finally it’s difference of opinion that makes team work interesting, if it is taken in the right spirit at the given moment in time.

O, the dreams I have.
The whispers and promises
that skies give to us;
but all it can deliver
Is cold boring rain

I know that the
grass is green and
sun red, but sometimes
yellow like dandelions,
and the earth is brown
just like trunks of trees.
I know the skies
are painted in blues
that eventually fade
into mauve, at some point
coalescing into the seas
and limpid waters of
sun-kissed beaches, where
strange exotic fruits would
entice with violets and amaranths
redolent of a night on
some far island, stood
beneath the stars whilst
they shine white like...
a million ways out.
Each one a brush,
showing me the palette.
But everything just looks
grey and dark and
black.

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Sumayad ang takong ng apat na kandidato
Hindi para mangalakal at maghain
ng kani-kaniyang plataporma.
Alay ang boses para sa nagkakalansingang masa,
Habang magbabanyera ng laway ng pananalita.
Tagisan, ika nga
Tahasang pagbubukambibig ng motibo sa bayang
May kinabukasan pa.

BINAYubay nga ba ang Pilipinas naming mahal?
Sa FOI na minsang itinapo'y ano ang tugon?
Hampas-lupa ba ang mga Pilipino
Para magbulag-bulagan
Sa binulsang kaban ng bayan?
Yang pambobola nyong haing 5Ps
Saan nga ba ang liderato ng ngiting may bungisngis?
At sa pagbaba ng tax, maibabalik nyo ba
Ang nasa bangko ninyong
May iba't ibang ngalan?
Sagot ba ang waivers at ilang kasulatan?
Kamusta naman ang assets nyo at liquidations?
Sana'y hindi maging makati ang mga kamay,
Gawin **** mala-Makati, wag lang ulitin ang pangangati.

Mala-Talk Back and You're Dead,
Yan ang peg ng kamandag ni Duterte.
Palabiro raw sya't matalas ang dila,
Bagkus ang masa'y panay ang tugon sa kamao niya.
Kamay na bakal, iyo bang ibabalik?
Sabik nga ba sa Death Penalty ang kinauukulan?
Sa posibleng anim na buwan ng iyong pag-upo,
Sana'y malinis ang minsang Tuwid raw na Daan.
Posible bang dahas ang kasagutan
Sa bayang talamak ang bayaran at tulakan?

Tila saulado mo ang bawat numero,
Ang galang mo Poe, nagmula nga ba sa pusong Pilipino?
Paano nga kung nagising kang
May alarma sa Bayan,
Babangon ka ba talaga't di kami tatalikuran?
Wag sanang gaya ng pagtapon mo
Sa Amerikang minsang naging bayan mo rin.
Paano mo babalansehin ang tulong
Ng malalaking korporasyon sayo?
Boto ba nila'y hindi mo binili?
Wala bang kapalit ang oo
Ng mga batikan at mayayamang negosyante?

MARami ka nang satsat sa Daang Matuwid na yan,
Talamak na rin ang paghuhugas-kamay
Para sa patapos nang administrasyon.
Ba't nga ba panay ang pag-eendorso mo
Sa sarili't tila baga sayo nanggaling ang pondo noong Yolanda.
Naroon ka nga't ika'y ligaw at wala raw tugon,
Ano itong alarma mo raw
Pag nandyan lamang ang kamera.
Wala bang tiwala sayo si PNoy?
At tinago pa sayo ang nauukol sa mamasapano?
Kamusta po ang pag-endorso ng Pangulo sayo?
Sana'y inasikaso niya na lang
Ang nahuhuling termino.

Marami na po kayong mga pangako,
Naawa nga kami sa Translator
Pagkat gulung-gulo rin siya
Sa pag-aagawan ng oras at mikropono.

Magandang ideya ang naganap na mga Debate,
Pagkat nauntog ang Bayan,
Nagigising aming diwa't magigisa ang tamang boto.
Ang boto ng bawat Juan,
Para yan sa Bayan.
Sana'y matiyak po nating
Wala nga tayong kinikilangan
Maliban sa malinis na eleksyon.

Tayo ang simula, kapwa ko mga Juan!
Maging wais tayo!
Makialam para sa Bayan!
Gising Pilipinas!

"Alab ng puso,
Sa dibdib ko'y buhay!"
- Lupang Hinirang

Man wears Folly
slung low on his hip;
it spits its lunacy into an aching foot.

Spurred heels dig deep in the dirt
fingers twitching arms crooked at the side
sweat beaded across a furrowed brow.

Eyes squinting in the light of high noon
back hunched shoulders arched in the sun
barreling down its mighty gaze.

Cast upon two shade-less figures
twenty paces apart
in the rustic back alley of their ghost town.

A battle for eternity;
which man gets the last laugh?
Folly grins with a crooked smile.

the hate
comes from every angle
but mostly from the heart
in spite of glaring
desperation
that leaves the
lawn uncut;
as if littered driveways
and starving dogs
justify another term
of stolen wealth