The unacceptable truth

WE ARE PART OF THE SHITTY GOVERNMENT, WE ARE PART OF IT, SO STOP WHINING AND CHANGE FOR GOOD


Probably out of every Filipino in the Philippines, if asked "is the government corrupt?", would shout YES.

The sad thing about this is, YES it is. We see it in the news, the streets, offices pretty much everywhere. Especially in government sectors, you name it, they got some. Unfortunately for us, we got some greedy and abusive people in power that sucking us all to dry.

But if we ask you that "is it all their fault?", would you think?

Would you just say YES and keep on blaming JUST the government and think that you are a victim of this crappy system?

Here is a SADDER truth for all of us, WE are in part of this. WE are also to blame for as to why this corruption is now rampant as a virus killing everyone.

As weird and probably unbelievable as it sounds,but we are included in the BLAME list. Not just our government, but us as well.

We became part of this long before it started, and the worse

part is we let it grew this big and now we treat it as PART OF LIFE LIVING in the Philippines.

As a part of our SYSTEM that we go on.

We urge the government to change, yet step down on their positions to promote change. Which is basically true but, think about this.

IF WE CHANGE OUR LEADERS BUT WE DON'T CHANGE OUR WAYS, DOES IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE?

So, all those protest in the streets are useless if we don't impose change on ourselves first. "So what are we suppose to change anyway?"

WHY WE ARE TO BLAME?

Yes, as bad as it sounds, we are to blame as well. The reason is we TOLERATE the people in power, in doing what they shouldn't be doing.

BEING CORRUPT. Yes people protest in the streets but it is still not enough to encourage change that we really want. Because we still let the other people abuse their powers on us. The sad thing is, WE DO NOTHING BUT COMPLAIN to ourselves. What is complaining to ourselves gonna do? Time for us to change our living ways if we wanna push the government to change as well. It should start form us, and not wait for them because really... "Lions won't go hunting in a field without deers."

So what are the things we do as to why are we part of the blame... Well, here are some examples, and please don't act surprised after you read them because everybody knows this is

true and VERY VISIBLE!!!

HOW ARE WE A PART OF THE CRAPPY SYSTEM:

THE ADVENTURE OF THE TRAFFIC OFFICER

- We tolerate POLICE every time we are pulled over in the roads, streets,where ever, when they ASK MONEY from us and we're "off the hook" whatever our penalty is. If you say you hate corruption, you shouldn't be agreeing on this thing. Pretty much everyday someone get pulled over, this scenario happens. Most of the times THE DRIVERS initiate the "conversation" first.

Please, think about this...

THE "I DON'T WANNA WAIT." SYSTEM OF PROCESSING

- People complain about how government sectors are corrupt. And yet when people process their papers and documents on government sectors, they have to pay a FIXER. Now see this, people hate corruption and yet they don't mind to pay a fixed amount of money to "fast process" their papers, faster than the others who are LAWFULLY doing the process. Is it because they were to lazy and undisciplined to fall in line and wait? Is it because they are to dumb that they don't wanna take any exams regarding the document being filed. First of all, there's no guarantee if this "FIXER" can really "FIX" your papers or they're just trying to extort you. Second,If you support this kind of "processing" then you are PRO CORRUPTION.

Please think about this...

THE TRYING TO BE BLIND AND DEAF AND MUTE MAN

- A lot of people has been seeing THINGS in their local government that, well shouldn't be happening. A lot of people have been WAITING for things their local government promised to give and yet didn't happen. And yet a lot of people are BEING BLIND, DEAF and MUTE about it like they don't even care. But then you hear them complain about this and that, this is missing and this should not be here, and they spent too much money on this why only that came up, TO THEMSELVES! Here's the deal, we all have the right to know what's going on in our local government. If we are seeing things that shouldn't be happening, or not seeing things that SHOULD happen. We have the right to ask "what's going on?" The thing is people just act DUMBFOUNDED on it and JUST LETS IT GO. Talk about being on the side of corruption. And well all not that this is not just a government thing. Yes we are talking about private sectors too. They do this to their people as well and yet the people are just "nah..."

Please think about this...

IN OUR COUNTRY, CHEATERS WIN

- And in here, well it doesn't really need a whole lot of explanation. People hate corruption. But they cheat on taxes. They cheat on expenses. They cheat their documents. They kickback on money, money that should be for the use of good for the people. Worse of all, THEY CHEAT THEMSELVES.

By SELLING THEIR VOTES. Do we need to say more?

Please think about this...

And if you think it's just the government who's greedy, take a

good look at these.

THE NON GOVERNMENT'S

- The pirated CD's. Those unregistered public vehicles. Unlicensed products. Every time people patronize these is making it worse. Why do you think these CD's get into the country when it's illegal? Why do you think vans are getting pulled over by cops everyday. Why do you think that the LEGALLY permitted drivers and operators of businesses don't earn profit. Every thing unlicensed and unregistered anything that the people take advantage of causes a chain reaction to corruption.

Please think about this.

These are just some of a few examples that is still present in the Philippines. Everybody knows that there is more to it than this, but this should be enough to make you think and realize that WE REALLY ARE A PART of it. Are you thinking now?

Patawad

Ayokong hanapin mo ako dahil sa hindi mo ako makita, (malabo) dahil sa hindi mo ako maramdaman.(malabo pa rin)

Nitong nagdaang mga araw, nagbabago ako ng anyo. Isa akong yelo, na nakakulong sa bakal na puno ng kalawang. Hindi tumatakbo ang oras. Paano ako makakawala nang hindi natutunaw? Nang hindi nadudumhan?

Kung dumating ang oras na maghahanap ka, puntahan mo ang nagliliparang alikabok. Isa ako sa kanila. At kung sakaling mapuwing ka, isipin mong ako ang pumupuwing sa 'yo para di ka masaktan. Gusto kong maramdaman mo ang aking presensya nang hindi ako nakikita.

Kung madaan ka sa mga halaman, 'wag kang kukuha ni isang dahon man lang, baka ako ang iyong mapitas, malulungkot ako.

Pag ninais kong muling magbagong anyo, (ayoko pa) 'wag kang umasang makita ako, mag-iiba ako ng pormat disenyo.

Kung mapadaan ka sa umaagos na tubig, damhin mo iyon ng iyong mga palad. Wag mong punasan, isipin mo ako, hayaan mong matuyo at saka ako maglalaho.

Isipin mo lang akong tumatawa, tulad ng lagi kong ginagawa. Isipin mo lang akong tinotopak, at tawagin mo akong baliw, hindi pa rin ako masasaktan, tulad ng dati.

Hindi mo man ako makita, hindi ako lalayo. Magbago man ako ng anyo, ako pa rin ako. 'Wag mo na akong hanapin dahil hindi ako nagtatago, pero hindi ako magpapakita. Hayaan mong lumipas ang panahon...hanggang sa naisin kong ilapit ang langit sa aking puso...doon lang ako magiging malaya.




*hindi ako lumilimot, at hindi ako lilimot. gusto ko lang maglakbay ng walang anino...ng walang kasaysayan

para sa isang kaibigan. patawad.

The Last Lines for you

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write for example, 'The night is shatteredand the blue stars shiver in the distance

'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings

.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.I
kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her."

Pahingi ng Kulangot

Nakasakay sa jip pauwi ng bahay
di ko nga alam bakit di pa ako nasanay
mabahong daan, mabahong lugar
mabahong bayan at dugyot na pamahalaan

Bumaba sa jeep, naglakad sa kalye
etong lugar ko, daan puno ng tae
tae ng aso, tae ng pusa
tae ng batang walang salawal at walang tirahan

dumaan sa divisoria, nkita ang mga tindahan
my mga mamang tumatakbo
susko walang bago
nakawan nanaman.

napadaan sa simbahan
nkita mga kabataan
kala ko mga banal
simbang ligawan, tangina walang katapusan

diretso lang ulit
gusto ko nang umuwi ng bahay
pagod na akong maglakad
pagod na akong maghintay
sa lecheng pagbabago
na sinasabi ng pangulo
leche! tarantado!

dumaan sa dating eskwelahan
wow my park! wow ang linis naman
pero teka bkit ganon?
ung mga tambay doon
mga pakantot at patapon?

sawa na ako sa amoy
sawa na ako sa alikabok
humahalo sa uhog ko
ang sang sang at bulok na sistema ng gobyerno
sawa na ako
halika na tanggalin n natin to!

mga pare kumilos na tayo! pahingi ng kulangot nyo!

If all our life is but a dream

Fantastic posing greed,

then we should feed our jewelry to the sea.

For diamonds do appear to be

Just like broken glass to me.

And then she said she can`t believ

eGenius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues.

Tripping eyes and flooded lungs

Northern downpour sends its' love.

Hey moon please forget to fall down

Hey moon don`t you go down

Sugar cane in the easy morning

Weathervanes my, one and lonely.

The ink is running toward the page

It's chasing off the days

Look back at boat feet and that winding knee

I missed your skin when you were east

You clicked your heels and wished for me

Through playful lips made of yarn

That fragile Capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves

I know the world's a broken bone

But melt your headaches, call it home

This path that we walk upon is the collection of points that the rain has drawn.
The rhythm section of the storm.

By the moonlight to the gateposts of the forest,in the snow light, we are bound for the portal of the pines.
Grey as famine, on this path against our will by our main sails we're bound to the tempest until the sea is still.
Which compulsion with this miniature death tributize?
From behind the walls of my broken coughing tent, a formal vision,but I allude to my helpless passion for the obtuse
When will this night end?
When the lightening finally tears through the mast of our sinking ship.
All the hopes of the slaves are betrayed by the grates.On this coffin of a vessel every note's another breaking wave.
Revel in this vision, a formal visitation, on the night with the light from above.
Famished dogs follow slowly as my own paws drag me to a dock,to the last plank where I struggle to deny myself the path that every Pisces craves,
just above the water in the middle of that man-made lake.On that pier I turn my eyes from the water like a mirror of myself in the moonlight,and I cough for every crater that I could see,on the surface of that coffin we've come to call the moon.
Now I wonder if all those judgments that you made were true.And the trapdoor of the solstice is thrown wide, wide open.Let them all sink, let them all sink through.The talking, the spinning of a web- its all just formal ritual.

The burning.

The burning question "what do you deserve?"

The gazing at a candle to find calm, but we all know its at the center of the storm.

Oh moon, though pluckest me out, oh moon-I who have sat by Thebes below the wall and walked among the lowest of the dead

Only the most sacred crater will suit my burial,only the most sacred choir performs this ritual dirge.Perfectly imperfect, like a storm.By our mane dragged and bound to our grave by our mane,to the grave dragged and bound to the tomb by

the scavenger's tooth.

Mouth the words to deny, deny the symptoms,
as 'oh yeah I'm doing fine',
as I've found a most endearing psychosis.

Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear. Desperate as I am I just can't strip bare and bleed the only purity I've known.

But I lay with reason.

Found logic concieved in a walk with skin.

I lay with reason producing these monsters.

Under painted catcalls as in temptation. yeah there's a key to be in,
but there's no shade, no shade to blame.

Waterfalls in a cool grey, and the struggle is colored grey this day.
The caw of crows fills up the picture plane.

Our picture plane is veiled in central neutral grey. Absinthe to slight the pain.
This world's this worst case color scheme.

Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward.Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch with some unwieldy gauge, absence and light remain.

I lay with reason found logic and reap in a walk with sin

El sueno razon produce monsinios.

When does this dream end? Now I've missed another whole season,I've missed the fall, clearly its fallen on this land as fields once green are ochre now.

This is no dream.

Trees have turned to skeleton, roots teased and knotted just below the surface skin of ground.
Stitched between the earth and the sky struggling to hold it down.Sometimes to realize you have to lose track of sight blurring my vision makes it clear the tiny moving parts make up the whole.The image is clear, a tower is built of my own pride,

I cry in the shade that if offers, the only shelter I've known.

When does this dream end? This is no dream.

This is the walking living breathing caricature of a memory.

Shamelessly I cave in to temptation of creation. But still my only thrill is empty sidewalks, silent streets.

Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch with some unwieldy gauge, absence and light remain.

Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble pose, a Marat David.

Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box to die behind. Life is lowly, lowly anonymity.

In the space of a smile I found sleep. As in sorrow, so shall ye reap, as in reason so shall you sleep.

Reap the promised end to the struggle.
Reap every point on our linear path.
Reap the smiles in time we borrow, every harvest relies on the last.
Reap the promising song of the sparrow, that they learned from the birth of sea.

Silenced by the threnody of the crows.
Reap the fallen fruit of the dogwood tree.
But I witnessed in all this silence one souls definition of beauty.

a backlit smile so temporary.

A facade so rich with evil history. Cast in direct opposition set to overwhelm his moment to shine and sleep-came out on top of what was borrowed, and found all that beauty to be still.Every breath as in sorrow, reap the promised end to this path, by every image that we borrow, every harvest depends on the past.Subdivide in factions our linear forever, we subdivide our waking hours to sleep.While guilty eyes turn toward a porchlight, enlightenment is losing sight.

Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear. In this low light town when my shift begins the streets reflecting yellow, yellow, yellow in the vacancy that overwhelms the red, red, red, your vehicle the color of expansion.

"Open up."

the latter just a thought to thrill me "knock knock knock" the latter just a thought to thrill me.

"Red" is a four letter word.

Four letter invitation. Now my head is locked in the direction of the sun...

Life is lowly, lowly anonymity. I know its all been done before, I want to do it again.

I want do it again.

Kill the switch.

This night our journey's through the dark.

Kill the switch,

a welcome comatose,

tonight we journey through the darkness.As in sorrow, so shall ye weep, as in reason, so shall ye sleep.