Viajelo

Whilst the public-utility bus is headed north

In the east, I see the ocean breathing softly, seducing the sand

Leaving it littered with bubbles directly from Hawaii

If you by any chance, happens to be in my place by the window

You would not have missed two blue heavens kissing as they meet at the horizon

My eyes bear witness as the sky embraced the sea

And the ocean shares the color of the heavens

How I wish the travel gets rough and tough and stuck everybody up, say, for a few eternity

On that lonely road by the sea

Nothing can be as disastrous as a flawless passage

Which will leave beauty behind to rot by the roadside

Nothing leaves you betrayed and seasick than being hauled away from things

Oh, so heavenly...

Make it four or five years old, I am pretty sure that is how old I was when I used to got to the big city. It was not actually such a big city by modern standards but being fifty long kilometers away from my little town and myself being an apolitical kid by the standards of an urbanized one, the city seemed like Charlie's chocolate factory. That is why I always make it a point to be in the city whenever opportunity knocks which only means begging my parents to bring me along with them whenever they will deliver a truck-load of roasted copra meat from our farm to our agaron, a thin, bespectacled Chinese merchant who owns a huge warehouse filled with mountains of copra. This opportunity only knocks once every three to four months as coconuts takes that long before it can be harvested and delivered, so, I do not take chances, I beg until I bleed which oftentimes accomplish my end.

My pleading having been granted automatically transforms me from a half-naked and barefoot fan of Superman into a polished, combed, baby powdered kid wearing a futuristic Mighty Kid shoes. If you think everything is all set and I am ready to fly, wrong. Because I would be running around the house desperately pulling any idle hand to help me tie my shoestrings right. The chore was just far too complicated for me. Not very good for a Superman fan. It took me a little while to do the ribbon knot, nevertheless I was able to master the trade through patience, and as a consolation learned that there are various ways of fixing the strings. Many years later, whenever I see a pre-schooler's shoes or anybody's shoes for that matter with strings tied as suave as can be, it makes me want to ask if somebody fixed it for them or if its by struck of luck.

Anyway, going to the city was every kid in our neighborhood aspired. It makes one feel like some sort of a celebrity, a prince, and even legendary. Once every three months, every after copra delivery to the city, I am the most sought after dream boy. I remember how my playmates used to gather (to be continued)

HYPOCRITical

the most TRAGIC CURSE to beset men is their propensity for HYPOCRISY. When we LIE that puts us beyond the bounds of TRUTH no more no less. you take away someone else's LIFE, you play GOD more or less. you STEAL in whatever form for whatever reason, the fact is, you are far less a disillussioned patron of suspense-thriller paperbacks than a PRINCE OF THIEVES wanna be.

nobody sees HYPOCRISY coming. nobody feels IT. nobody admits IT. at the very least, when we LIE, when we KILL and when we STEAL either CONTENTMENT, SHAME and GUILT or a combination of the three (3) sink in sometime after, serving as a grim reminder of the act. as a matter of fact i feel guilty about the obscurity of my point. but it does not matter, self-help books and moralists themselves never got close defining HYPOCRISY with science precision. granting without admitting that mankind is a bunch of HYPOCRITES, HYPOCRISY will remain our tragic CURSE as long as nobody joins me in admitting we are all guilty of IT.

since the APPLE scandal at the GARDEN of EDEN up to the last time we caught ourselves red-handed on anything compromising(remember?) and everything in between - murder of Abel, Sodom and Gomorrah, the Crusades, the many word and world wars, Hello Garci, concept development groups, sex change, movie star cum artistkuno, boring individuals posing as cultured as can be by BRAGGING the MERE fact that they have watched this film/read about that author, acknowledgments and credits on SUNDAY TV MASS longer than the mass itself, capitalism and communism - we never made an attempt to look at ourselves directly in the eyes and say "How HYPOcritical of you, you know..."

special thanks to PISO para sa PUSTISO FOUNDATION for my WISDOM TOOTH.