BOTTLE LINE

I had a little conversation with an old friend last night. Greeted each other and asked what life has brought us during these past years. We've talked of old friends who are hardly seen until now. I guess the last time i've seen some of them was in 1999. It's been a decade. He asked me if I knew Kabig but I couldn't remember anymore. Maybe if I could see a picture of him everything will flash black in my mind. My high school days was happy too though there were things i hated so much that i wished they didn't happen. But i dont regret any. They we're part of what moulded me into what I am now. Thanks to them anyway.

I asked him if he has lots of "kabarkada" there in Manila. He said he has lots along the neighboorhood. Then I said "Oo nga pal! Mabarkada ka!"

He said "Nasa pakikisama lang yan!"

That's true. You can never really have a better companionship if you dont know how to get along with people. That friend of mine was once a freak. Maybe until now. But I see the changes. More responsible and sensible. I remembered when we had booze along the river in our town. Together with some friends we lit bonfires and enjoyed the moments. We were all young, adventurous. He is good now. He has a family now. And has his first daughter that looked like much of him. Hahahahaha. I'm sure that baby rocks too just like his dad.

Then he threw the question back at me.

"Oo. Marami rin. Kaya lang yung iba nagtitext lang kapag gustong uminom!"

"Di sila barkada! Gusto lang tumikim ng alak mga yun!"

He shook me. Of course I know It was the only purpose. And i was a fool that i still accomodate some of the "kabarkadas" in my house. I am having fun though. At least I was just being "a nice guy" not a "boy next door". Hahahaha. Silly! Thanks Pilas! Adik ka talaga!

It's true that I don't see real friendship with them. But I cannot be used. After all, it's always in my hand if I may allow to drink with them again. I am having fun with the booze and the short stupid stories. Not with their "barkada." I just have to live with it. At least I haven't given them my confidence and trust.

Thanks to my real friends and real people! Inuman na!

AT THE HORIZON

I was looking at the horizon.
Darkness fell.
The people I've hoped for were nowhere to be seen.
I sat on the edge of this world,
And then I looked up.
There it was,
A guiding light.
So I stood.
Realized that they didn't walk with me to find a better way,
But only to mislead me.
I went on.
Thankful...

IN A LITTLE WHILE

It was late at night. There was a man down the beach. He sat on the sand. The ocean was calm. The sky was clear. Everything was almost still.

He was exhausted. Just wanted to get over the busy life. He felt the cold sand beneath his feet. Relaxed and comforted by the moonlight and the soft breeze. Nobody was there. He needed this big space to breathe and to figure things out. His mind sailed away on to the ocean. Its been long... And it has been miles of sailing... The shore still seemed way too far. It would still be a long voyage. It was rough. He was caught in a storm. He knew there are more to come.

He was alone. Off the coast he was unaccompanied. He was a boy. Young and abandoned. It was long ago since he craved for attention... For guidance... He was like begging for love... He remembered his mom... When she carried him in her arms... Wrapped with warmth of love.. He was protected... As he opened his eyes and finally seen the world... There were saline drops... From his mom... She let go of him... Settled him on the ground... He was innocent... He just smiled... Mom on her knees and kissed her boy goodbye...

He was innocent of the world... Mom went away... There was dad... He went to his father. Looked up at him. Face saddened. He needed the comfort. He needed a home. At that very moment, tears fell from him... From the heart... He was a son... He was supposed to be in a family...

The house wasn't comfortable for him to dwell on.. He stayed outside but near the house... Through the windows he'd seen them... They were happy... He longed for the house that was once his home... The boy was about to leave... He will miss everything there... And everyone... Then he looked back... He was there... Dad was smiling at him... The boy was filled with joy... The smile showed love... Then dad turned on his back and walked away... The smile showed care. It meant love. But it also said "Bon Voyage"...

He closed his eyes and tears fell down on the sand. In a little while, he was away from harm... In a little while, he cried his heart out... In a little while, he realized he was still sailing.. And he has gone far.. And he was glad... He looked up the sky... Wished like every other man does... He hoped... He prayed... He stood... And went away... He was sure he won't be alone anymore...

THE COPS AND THE CARNAPPERS

I've seen the news last night. And it really was inhuman. I've seen a lot of these incidents on TV. Questions were asked like was it a rub out or shoot out? Just like last night. I've seen it on TV. The suspects were already captured and gunned down inside the car they have stolen. But what's irritating and disturbing is that when the police authorities came closer and inspected the car. The wounded suspects are obviously incapable of escaping or even shoot their guns at the policemen.

As seen on TV Patrol, one of the policemen pulled a wounded suspect out and shut him again and gunned again the other suspects inside the car. The QCPD said they will not cover up for their cops. Investigation and fact finding teams were set to be organized. I really hope these authorities would really conduct their investigation without bias and truth and justice would prevail. The Commission on Human Rights and national Police Commission have watched the Video from ABS CBN. Even these departments were alarmed about the the incidents they were seeing. It's obvious that these policement have abused their power.

They might be the suspects. They might have criminal liabilities. But they weren't animals. Their bodies were full of bullets. The policemen should have brought the wounded suspects to the hospital to even save their lives. And if the policemen's concern is not the lives of these suspects they should have saved the lives of these carnappers for proper execution of the law and interrogation. How would they trace the other suspects who have escaped the fangs of these evil policemen? It is clear that they are not cognizant of the law. Ignorantia Legis Non Excusat. They are clearly liable not only to the law but to the families of the suspects turned victims of police brutality.

LAST NIGHT

i was sitting outside the house last night looking at the dark sky. i
remembered the days i dreamed. sitting alone. memories came to my mind. i did
the very best i can to make them real.i succeeded. i failed. but no matter what
happens these lines would always be in my mind "if the end brings me out right,
whatever is said against me would amount to nothing. if the end brings me out
wrong, ten angels swearing i was right would make no difference." those lines
came from an american president. i used to look at the sky every night when i
was younger. when i was young. waiting for the shooting stars to pass by. i have
seen many. some were bright and some were not. i have also seen this brightest
shooting star. that was when i was sitting on our roof top. it made me happy and
made me wish. that was extraordinary for me.i really dont make wishes on
shooting stars. but it made me wish. just last night night, sitting outside the
house, on to the garden, i looked at the sky but there were no stars. clouds
filled up the night. there were no shooting stars. instead, the rain fell…..
and my tears… they fell together…. when i was younger… when i was young…
i was faint… and i grew brighter… out of the blue i fell down… fading…
my energy was about to be emptied… but then somebody shook me… in my
heart… He said "Im still here for you son… though your dad and mom is
gone… buried six feet under ground… Im still here.. for you My son…" Thank
God. I will never be empty…

SMILE EMPTY SOUL

A man travelled alone

Someone without a home

He went astray looking for one

A place that is safe and warm.

Unprotected and unloved along the way

Everyday was the same old day

Silent tears always drift down

He almost fell to the ground

Bullied by evil, unsafe from harm

So helpless, he was almost drowned

How pathetic this life can be

For a man who just wanted to be happy.

Lonesome moments and darknights

Seemed to be haunting his life

A life that’s full of hopes and fears

Brought him a bit of joy and full of tears

Nobody helped and understood him

For the only thing he’d been hoping

A simple life that’s so serene

A tired soul has been needing

He’d been turned around and left behind

Tattered heart and puzzled mind

Promises were broken, happiness was stolen

Poor man had nothing and was forsaken.

Instead of crying he gave up his smile

Strengthened himself and asked God why

He talked to God like father and son

Asked for his love, blessing and guidance.

What you’ve done was right weird person

You’ve just found your wy back home

God’s there! Just play yoru role!

Take good care, smile empty soul.

THEY TALK ABOUT ME!

As I walk they notice me. I feel their eyes directed towards me. It seems uncomfortable. Maybe it’s odd. The atmosphere isn’t safe I guess. As I turn my head they all smile. But almost almost all of them are fake. I smile back at them but frowning inside.

They talk behind my back. They are like daggers hitting my spine or blades attacking behind me. I wont be bothered. They cant intimidate me. I have met their kind.

As I talk they hear me. And I have sense of humor. They giggle. And As I turn my back they hiss like snakes. Moving towards me. Ready to attack me with their fangs and poisons. But I have brought with me lots of antidotes. I sure have one for each bite. And thank you for laughing with me. Im still laughing at you now.

You think Im weak and you are strong. Im sorry to say you are hollow inside and I am solid. Im better than you. I am stronger. I have more power. I guess you need proofs. The proofs are your insecurities. They are slowly burning you from the inside. You are hollow. I am solid. I am metal. You are plastic.

Look at the mirror poor ones. You think you dress like kings or queens. But see how you look. You are even worse than a beggar. Surely the beggar obviously need to be dressed. Unlike you. You wear clothes that dont suit you. You act like geniuses and prominents. Look at the mirror again. You are barbarric, moron, and immoral.

I am not harsh. It is who you are. Dont talk about others’ lives. You barely know them. They might know more about you. You look at yourselves like angels but you dont notice you have filthier smell. Sordid. Pathetic.

I dont talk about your lives. I talk about me. Kindly have the decency to avoid talking behind my back. Talk about yourselves. About your own kind. I dont wanna talk about you. I dont care who you are and what you do. Thanks anyway. I am popular.