FOURTEEN HENCE

Goorting faster bitter and muonted.  Is remording this debarcleing momenting grasslappering croun? The builded and the wurst meering unworthlessnessance of the wourldent. Jast at yrselfvness.  Maintenants arring acrossing the mourtains and volleyed.  The ungainsayable changeness of the fillings rundabout the feelings.

WALLED OUT WORLD (PART I)

Walls. The Famous Walls.  It represents the separation of two sides. The most perfect way to form divisions. It is as it is, and evidently is, a somewhat necessary building structural part or component for the regular Filipino residential community.

We call them firewalls, pader, fences, and bakod or bakuran.  We treat them as a declaration of the extent of our property.  Something that buffers us from the environment that isn't ours technically or legally.  The kind of thing that shields us from the outside environment's responsibility.  It gives us an illusion of seclusion or isolation.  The usual four corner lot, with landmarks (muhon) on each endpoint.  To claim ownership, property validation, and proof of wealth.  The lot.

So it is perhaps easy to point out which household have it hard and easy, whichever how you perceive them.  From the lowest bamboo fences,  to the highest, thickest walls and firewalls, it shows.  It shows the most secretive and the most open.  The walls reflect the household's if not the whole community's character.   It brings a message to the passer-by, its neighbors and its eventual visitors. 

(End of 1)

THE VACUATION

The Resolution - (The Overkill Project) Part 1

In a city wrecked with indifference, crab and colonial mentality,  flood by global warming, clogged sewers, garbage, slums, drug abuse, broken families, prostitution, juvenile, crime and unbalanced wealth, Filipino communities on all districts and barangays were transferred for a month at undisclosed obscure locations to live as equals.

The Vacuation, is a 30 day isolation of all local communities held annually was sanctioned by the local government to enforce and improve their way of living. It is also a way of mending and strengthen family ties.  Meddling with every neighboring towns in the city districts, every community has to leave their household to give way for every critical spot on every barangay to be inspected and evaluated.

Provided that these houses were handled with utmost care while everyone is away for The Vacuation, their private properties were kept safe as much as possible.  The Overkill Project will have to check the Villages, the Subdivisions, the Drainage, Plumbing and Water Supply, the Electrical and Power installations and other utilities. It does include washing and cleaning out every pavement, streets, alleyways, walls and improper structures built. As well as other improper growth of unwanted natural plants and trees.

It has been agreed upon by every leading constituents of the city to engage in such activity so as to bring solution to the unbearable devastation and unrest brought about by the community itself.  It has also been agreed upon that a host city will have to take care of the target city's population.  Every men, women and child as well as the pets will have to be taken care of.  The leading Architects, Planners, Psychologists and other Professionals will have to handle the temporary exile of the community for which they were only given a month to engage and execute the cleansing of the target city or community.

This is envisioned to help for the development and the clear thinking of every household, every citizen is to be accounted for and shall be guaranteed with their safe return after a month of vacation.  Every citizen of the city will have to vacate the premises.  They will have to leave unnecessary belongings behind.  Like their own houses, their cars, and other private property. Founded by great local thinker RH Hudyat Kulisap, and vehemently supported by every leading professional, government and non-government institutions, The Resolution promises to give  fellow citizens a fresh perspective on their lives.  "It will all just be like a cruise, a vacation to Neverland, and upon returning home will be a life of paradise."

The Resolution is funded by the Government, Medical and Business institutions to protect the citizens from further unrest, prevent disease, unwanted natural and artificial illnesses, improve physical and mental health.

(End of Part 1)

RESIRED

you know my reasons
the bed is gone
fed to the moon
black as none
calling me on

where is my
white

move my arms
to feel you
open my eyes
try see you


in yr hush tones I  will listen
I will try listen
if you're in trouble
I'll try

I can try to
I'll try to grab

don't know if you should know
the river
the rivers

it's in
my mind
my heart
my all
my life is over

I was told

GRASSHOPPERS AND WATERBOMBS

Can you remember the last time
You were starving

And there was no food to eat 

You’d just settle for a glass of water 

A bite from the leftover bread 

And waited for mother instead

Can you remember the last note you wrote

The words and pen afloat 

Can you remember the last time 

It felt good to be sick in bed

Can you remember the smell

Of unsharpened pencils and new books
Erasers and envelopes.

Fresh uniforms and scissors

Can you remember the last time 

You spoke your name 

Can you remember 

How it sounds the same

What has happened

What have I really learned 

Can you remember the last time 

You were so lonely

The sight of your mother’s face 

And the silence made you so happy

Can you remember school 

How it made you feel safe 

In groups or threatened 

By classmates and fast friends 

Can you remember the last time 

You sung so freely 

That nobody cared 

How you sounded

Can you remember the scent 

Of grass at the playing field  

Every after class 

Ran all over 

Swimming on the green
Waves of laughter

Can you remember the last time

You stood and waited for the bus to come

That takes you there

And away from home 

Can you remember how light it felt

To be young and sorry, so free and careless.

Anymore

Can't
?

SENATORS ABLAZE

Blaze up you senators and leaders you.  You congressmen and mayors you.  Presidents, kings, queens, and judges.  Fathers, mothers and children.  And all that breathe. Giving in to the tempting desire of mislove.   Your powers of persuasion, and your seats and status you keep.  Burning fire you instill deep inside your learned convictions.  Reality's nonsense reason.  The obsolete notion of the lesser evil.  Unending reforms, of laws and regulations.   That which you say is true, the thought you sprung forth the nation you claim to keep safe and serene.  Goes lamer and lamer everyday.  Politics creeping into obsoletion.  Forms of governments and empires and kingdoms.  Its Armageddon creeps in.  Of every government's playing field.  Of intrusions, control and prophets. Scientists and engineers numbing power. Of every poet's theft and activist's lies. Of advocacies and built-up games.  Of history's lessons and religion's collective.  Of goodwill and hatred among men.  Balanced chemical imbalances, economic and residual ups and downs. Of excuses and the guilty people's innocence.  Creatures.  

Insanity and Rapture. Think and the hungry.  Go Home. Spirits up to the sky.

Get The Job

FUN AND PUNS

The place you live has to be fun to make sense else one gets distressed about something again afterwards.  Like doing the usual chores; washing the dishes, sweeping the floor, wiping the windows,  fixing this and that.  And to have something to look forward to for tomorrow, and the next day.And the next day, and the next day, for the next day forward.  Onwards.

EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF

The phrase makes sense.  If you are inside that zone. It's every man for himself. Inside a disaster zone. A hurricane, a typhoon, a storm surge, a shootout, an earthquake or perhaps a war zone.  Inside a crashing airplane, falling buildings and bridges.  A storm,  flood bringing about soil erosion or an avalanche.  Cracked roads, growing gaps in between islands.  Tornado.  Fire.  Zombies, vampires and serial killers and psychopaths crawling on the streets.  Aliens and gigantic monsters.  Chemical warfare, pestilence, radioactive and oil spills.  Sandstorms and snowstorms.  Hail and hard rain. Inside every Armageddon movie, or in a Stephen King film, becoming real.  Global catastrophe, calamities, cataclysmic events becoming a day to day occurrence. Asteroid paranoia.  Atom bombs. World War, and the end of the world.

It is every man for himself.  And to care for somebody else could just be your biggest luxury. 

WORTH WORKING FOR

Was it worth working for? To please everyone by showing how your jobs made sense.  How it could fill each and everyone's emptiness by being valued.  Was it worth working for? To finish school by studying and learning things which would or could not guarantee employment to reach fulfilling careers.  To bring out the best and worst out of you.  To be strong, confident, and competitive in a cruel environment. 

Was it worth working for? To graduate and pass a series of licensing exams, and will be spending a lot of time worrying about this and that.  Was it worth working for? People who could care less about you.  The government who keep f*cking with you everyday. 

 For a great number of Professionals, worth it I guess.

NO PLACE TO GO

It was just days ago.  A typhoon swept away the major parts of Philippines' Visayas region. Typhoon Yolanda (Haiyan), had a maximum of 235 miles an hour, the record breaking speed.. The storm surge caused an uproar.  Initial reports stated 10,000 dead but right now as of this writing is less than 4,000.  Obviously the government was not setup well to provide relief.  Logistical failure might have caused more deaths.  Search, relief and rescue were almost non-existent for a week.

At least this is how I understood what happened.  And I just have some questions.