Hail to the King, Dimebag Darrell!

I had listened to it for years. and I'm listening to it now!

Its power in my ears, its a force to be reckoned with for years!

It takes a real man to dish out this riffage!

It sends me on a spiritual rampage!

Dimebag's riffs where the shit!

It was like a bullet tearing flesh!

Its a powerful punch, a beautiful empowering hit!

My soul swims in the notes of the power.

My mind is intwined with the meaning of the music,

and I cannot deny, that it is HOLY!

Riffs so deep and powerful.

A mind so deep and sinical!

I'm not sure, but I would say!

His guitar majesty is the way!

You will be missed!

My mentor of sorts!

You have inspired me more!

I shall continue to write,

and dish out some power chords for you!

So loud that you may head bang in HEAVEN!

The haven of the guitar Gods!

Umaga

May luha ang araw sa kanyang paglubog;
ang buong paligid ay pinagliliyab sa gilid sa gulod
pati mga ulap ay namimighati habang sumusunod
maging mga bituin ay umiindak din sa ponebreng tugtog!

Kundungan nga kasi nang araw na iyon;
ang sandaigdigan ay muling dinilig ng dagat ng apoy
sa gitna ng luha at mga tangisa`y dugong dumadaloy
ang palad ng tao ay muling naghugas sa itim na balon!

Sa mga sakuna`y bantad na ang tao;
lupit ng dugmaan, mga kakapusan ay sakit sa ulo
dagdag pa ang lindol, pagsabog ng bulkan at sumpa ng bagyo
kulang na lamang na ang Armageddon ang siyang matamo.

Sa likod ng lahat ay may isang lupon;
laging tumutugon sa mga hinaing ng kaniyang mga kampon
ang tanging layuni`y ihasik sa mundo ang lahat ng tulong
gabayan ang bansa na naghihikahos upang makabangon.

Nagkaisang Bansa`y ina ng daigdig;
nagpapakasakit upang kanyang supling ay laging matindig
na ang bawat isa ay maging sagana sa kanyang pag-ibig
sa tuwina`y nasang lahat sa kanila ay puno ng bibig.

Ang kanyang layunin ay tunay at wagas;
mga suliranin ay kanyang dalangin na agad magwakas
ang kaniyang tulong ay palaging handa kung may kalamidad
at ang kamay niya sa mga hirap, laging nakabukas.

Kalamidad, Gyera, Krisis ay walang panama;
sa buong daigdig ay nasugpo na nga ng Nagkaisang-Bansa
ningning ng umaga`y ating mararating nang walang pagsala
ito`y inihain na para sa atin ng Nagkaisang-Bansa.

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Go with the flow, let all emotions show, write until your heart rips out, then write about that very fate. Tell every story a million times from a different point of view, say I hate this but I love you, twist it around, that's what to do. A million words with infinite ways to say them. A million bodies with infinite ways to slay them, infinite ways to bury them. Pile them all up, or one at a time. It doesn't matter because these words are mine. I've said this before and I'm saying it again. If you have a problem, take it up with me. If you don't, write your own poems and be free. Say what you want, don't say what they want to hear. If they want you to be far, make sure you're near. Show no fear and write what the fuck you want. Write it again, again, again! Do it until you bleed, and do it some more, tell of the event. YOU'RE NOT A POETWHORE! Write, write, write, do it every day and every night. Write about the past, present and things to come. Write about the dreams and the barrel of that gun, but for fuck's sake - tell the truth. We don't want to know about how we're supposed to grow out of youth. We want to hear what you want to say. I wouldn't want it any other way! We don't want to know about the faeries that don't exist, we want to know the demons of your mind, the ones that'll rape you, every time you'll find - that they taunt you, they tease you and rape you some more. Beat you some extra, just to make sure. We want to know the truth and the bloodied battles fought. Fuck the lies, that's what the media's for! Fuck what they say, it's your poem, not theirs. If they want you to fall, you climb the stairs. If they want you to write about happiness, tell them that's not what you feel, and show them what the fuck is real! Write about the anger, that flows through your veins. We don't want to know how many cells are in your brain. Fuck trigonometry, angles and calculus, I'll tell you what - I'll bring up some mucus. Sorry - technical term for spitting in your face. Our poetry should put you in your place. Write, write, write - but do it for YOURSELF. FUCK EVERYONE ELSE! It's your poetry, you're the one that matters. If they ask for a china plate, give them a silver platter. Do everything your way, then they can't say it's not right, stand up and with words, you can fight! Lose yourself in the moment, let the words fly around your head. There's a million ways to express your want to be dead. Be original, BE YOURSELF! If they think it's crap, then that's what they think. Only you can judge whether it's good or it stinks. If it's fucked, never let it go. A lost poem is just like boiling snow. We don't care, we don't give a shit, fight with your words FIGHT FOR IT!

God of War

Horsemen of doom roll.

Over bodies that are cold.

Blood fills the fields.

Warfare has had its fill.

God’s feast is over, for now.

This I vow.

War is forever in my soul.

War makes the man.

Death takes the man.

Keep them coming.

Casualties of greatness.

If you’re not a warrior, you’re a carcass.

Pikes penetrate skulls.

Its upside down now, the world.

Taste this love.

Named war.

It shall reign powerful forevermore.

God’s smile is upon WAR!

Gruesome God, I’m calling to you.

Let’s pull the trigger, send the bullet through!

War is forever in my soul.

My God is in control.

War makes the man.

Death takes him.

This is life, be a warrior.

Not a carcass.

Kabiguan sa nakamit na pangarap...

Sa ilalim ng dagat, kung may pinagkakaguluhan man ay walang iba kundi si Pindong Hipon. Lubos niyang pinagmamalaki ang kanyang matipunong pangangatawan sa iba pang mga hipon ang ilan ay sumasang-ayon at labis na pinupuri si Pindong samantalang ang iba ay nayayabangan na.

"Pagmasdan ninyo ang aking kulay na lubos na kumikinang. Tingnan ninyo ang aking pangangatawan, hindi ba`t pinapangarap ninyo ang ganyan? Hanggang tingin na lamang ang sinumang mangarap na magkaroon ng pangangatawang gaya ng sa akin na pagkalusog-lusog," wika ni Pindong habang nakaliyad.

"Mayroon din naman kaming maipagmamalaki Pindong, kaya lang, eh mas pinagpala ka," sabat naman ni Budong Hipon, isa sa mga kababata ni Pindong.

Dudugtungan pa sa ni Budong ang kanyang sinabi ngunit lumakas na agad ang tinig ni Pindong at nangungutyang wikikang, "Talagang namang malusog ako! Pagmasdan ninyo iyang mga katawan ninyo, payat, tuyot, at lanta. kaawa-awang mga nilalang"

Hindi tumugil ng panlalait si Pindong sa mga hipon at wala siyang pakialam kung may masaktan man sa kanyang mga sinasabi. Palibhasa, gayun na lamang ang paghanga sa sarili at lubos na pagpapasikat sa mga ibang hipon.

"Teka, hindi ba`t si Boyong ay may matipunong pangangatawan din?" tanong ni Ilyong.

"Oo nga, oo nga!" tugon ng marami.

"Sandali, anong ibig ninyong sabihin? Na mas matipuno ang katawan ni Boyong sa akin? Hindi maaari. Ako lamang yata ang may pinakamagandang katawan sa lahat ng hipon dito sa karagatan. Mapapatunayan ko na kahit ang ibang mga nilalang dito sa karagatan ay hahanga sa akin. Maging ang mga tao lalo na ang mga mangingisda ay tiyak na pupurihin ang aking kaanyuhan," pinagyayabang ni Pindong.

"Totoo ngang malusog ka. Kaya lang, kung gaano ka kataba ay gayun naman kahina ang ulo mo," wika ni Impong Hipon, ang pinakamatanda sa kanila.

Natigilan ang lahat. Napahiya si Pindong ngunit di niya iyon pinansin.

"Mabuti pa, ganito na lamang ang ating gawin upang malaman kung sino ang pinakamatipuno. Ang unang makakarating sa laot ang tatanghaling pinakamalusog sa lahat," may ningning sa mata ni Pindong.

Sumang-ayon ang lahat sa panukala ni Pindong ngunit pinigilan sila ni Impong.

"Mga anak kong hipon, huwag na huwag kayong magkakamaling magtungo sa laot dahil huhulihin lamang kayo ng mga mangingisda. Ikaw naman Pindong, dito mo na lang ipagmalaki ang pangangatawan mo," wika nito.

"Bakit dito, eh inggit na inggit na nga kayo sa akin? Gusto ko lang namang ipakita sa mga tao kung anong klaseng hipon ako. Nais ko ring ipaalam sa lahat kung gaano ako hahangaan ng mga tao," katwiran ni Pindong.

"Pakingan ninyo ako sapagkat mas may karanasan na ako sa inyo. Huhulihin lamang kayo ng mga mangingisda kapag kayo ay nakita," paliwanag ni Impong sa mga hipong nakapalibot at nakikinig sa kanya. Pagkatapos, ito`y lumayo na.

Hindi lamang kayabangan ang masamang ugali ni Pindong kundi katigasan ng ulo. Hinikayat pa rin ang mga kasamahan sa paligsahan. Ayaw rin naming magpatalo ng iba sa kanya kaya sumama sila at sinimulan ang paglangoy papuntang laot.

Pagkalipas ng ilang oras, dumating ang mga mangingisda at nakita ang mga hipon na lumulutang-lutang . Tuwang-tuwa naman si Pindong dahil sila ay itinanghal sa pinakamalusog sa lahat. Nakita ng ibang hipon ang mga mangingisda at dali daling sumisid. Naiwan si Pindong at ang ilan niyang kaibigan. Hindi nila napansing inihagis sa kanila ang lambat. Maya maya pa ay hinugasan sila at iniluto upang kainin ng mga mangingisda.

“Tiyak na masarap ito dahil napakataba! Siksik na sisik ang laman di tulad ng iba,” pahayag ng isang mangingisda at isinubo si Pindong.

Nakamit na rin ni Pindong ang kanyang pinapangarap na hangaan ng tao.

Katalinuhan o Karunungan

Katalinuha`y yaman
Dapat ingatan,
Pagmalaki`y iwasan.

Kaloob ng Maykapal
ating pagyamanin,
Bukas ay paunlarin.

Perfect?

What is perfect?

I have no clue.

Why be perfect?

It's completely untrue.

You live a lie and try and try.

All that's left is a sigh.

It's not me and that's for sure.

I don't want to be perfect anymore.

Being perfect doesn't exist.

I'd rather just get by.

Kapayapaan ang kasagutan

Hindi ko kailangan ng iyong digmaan
Hindi ko nais ang baluktot mong katwiran
Kapag sinunod ko ang sangkatauhan
Lalaganap sa tuwina ang hidwaan.


Sa tuwina ako`y iyong tau-tauhan
Ginagawa ang lahat ng iyong kagustuhan
Ngunit dala ng panahon ako ay nag-iba
Marunong nang lumaba`t di mo na maaangkin pa.


Sa tuwina ako`y ginagambala
Ginagawang mali ang alam kong tama
Kaya ngayon ika`y iiwasan
Hakbang kong gagawi`y dikta ng aking isipan.

Karahasan, kaguluhan, kasamaan
Likha ka ng taong may maruming kalooban
Hindi ang tulad mo ang siyang kasagutan
Kundi ang pagpapalaganap ng  kapayapaan.

Our World is Hell

Our world is not finished yet,
It is merely a furnace that burns as hot as Hell,
And one day it may forge a place where we can call home,
A place where we feel welcome.



The fire of our world burns and destroys all.
Everything is reduced to equilibrium,
When it should be raised to a new state of balance.



The scraps at the bottom of the pile are thrown in with the beautiful.
They burn together and become one.
That is where we are now. Burning together.



One day the fires will stop
And we will be molded into something beautiful,
Something great, something worth taking a second look at.

Walang mang-aalipin

Oo, ako`y Pilipino...

na pilit sinasakop ng iba`t ibang dayuhan

ngunit kahit anong lakas ng kanilang kapangyarihan

nangingibabaw pa rin ang diwang makabayan.

Oo, ako`y Pilipino...

nilalason ang aking isipan ng ibang bayan

at isinisiksik ang kulturang dayuhan

subalit likas akong mapagmahal sa sariling yaman.

Oo, ako`y Pilipino...

na biktima ng pang-aapi at panggagahaman

 ngunit lahat ng ito`y kaya kong labanan

lalo na kung ang nakataya ay ang karangalan.

Oo, ako`y Pilipino...

na sa mga bagay na nagaganap sa aking kapaligiran

laging bukas ang aking puso`t isapan

at hindi magpapaalipin magpakailanman.

Wealth

All the time you see on TV commercials for Lotto, you can see people who seem happy having their dream vacation in a place that probably I need a day to point it on the map because it is a destination that I never dream to reach-that’s way it is called dream vacation. You see them driving a very expensive car, having parties....and you think what you would do if you've won the big pot?

The days that we are living everything has a price, you think about “the girl’s best friend” equal diamond for the one that don’t know-I just heard it myself into a movie-I thought that a best friend is a human being, at least a pet. Can anybody explain it to me how a cold rock can replace somebody who listen to you, give you advices, hold you....? In my culture it is a saying:” Money cannot bring happiness but they can sustain it”...now I can see it, you can sell your diamond for money so you can afford to pay your bills and food for a month...aha. I don’t say you don’t need a house, a home for your kids, but for the mediocre people that thing does not come with a little bit of pain like savings.

A lot of kids forget about the people who helped them in the past and when they grow up they think that everything is for them. I called them spoiled brats or people without common sense. There are parents out there who cannot afford the daily bread because they don’t have an income. But fortunately enough there are people who give, who don’t forget and they are not doing that because they are afraid that they are not going to Heaven, what is Heaven anyway? It is there? For me heaven is my conscience, the way I was raised by my parents and grandma.

You cannot take everything for granted, there are people who don’t have money but they have more than that – a soul, common sense – and I think that is a fortune in our days.  Fortune is when you are not alone, having somebody next to you who listen to you: your parents, husband, brother, friend, teacher. Education is a big fortune too, sometimes parents seems boring when they tell you to go to school, to learn. You never know what life is going to bring to your doorstep, if you learn how to manage yourself, learn a foreign language, learn the basic things like math, to read and write, how to write a letter, how to have a conversation with somebody, all of this will be handy when you’ll have to face your everyday life. What I try to say is to try to enrich yourself, your soul by appreciating the people around you, by having hobbies that fulfil your mind and heart with happiness.

 Who you will become as a person is your fortune in life, not the titles will make you who you are. Titles can be gained, but don’t forget that behind all that it is the personality who gained them. It is the everyday life “human” in the first place. You can leave a finger print by just being you. Every people are rich if they can appreciate what they have: the parents, the family and what they learn.

The Invisible Hero., Our War Veterans.

Our country, our government, ignores them, as though it never happened.

As if they have a reason to be ashamed.  

They died, they loved, they did exist, though they were never officially named.

their families shared them, because, our government sent them, not giving a valid reason why.

Our loving protectors, gave  of  themselves,  all  willing  to  fight  and  die.

Now  they  are  ignored   and  forgotten,  tossed  aside  like  an  old  worn  out  shoe ,

in  need  of  our  government  assistance,  for  the  recognition  they  are  due.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

Medical, mental, and physical   needs---and homes and places to live,

Why must they keep on giving?  When they’ve nothing left to give,

Put  your  heart  in  gear,  put  your  arms  out  and  hug  them,

we  give  value  to  the  lives  they  bared,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Even  though  you  don't  know  them,    that  shouldn't   really  matter,  because,  their  lives they  shared,

They didn’t ask why? They  trusted  us  to  honor  their  dedication,to  their  loved  ones, let  peace be real,

And   now they need help.  Won’t you acknowledge their worth,    and let   "Freedom"   really “Heal."  

Honor our Veterans, its way overdue! If  you  see  a  disabled  veteran  anywhere,

Please  don't  look  away as if you're ashamed of them, or embarrassed by them.

Give them a huge smile, and a well deserved "Thank You!" Just a simple Thank You!

Revolution

Can you smell the air?

Through the bars of the cage.

What happens when the books fall?

Will we breathe in and turn the page?

It started with the firing squad.

Raining down from the heights.

What will clear the air?

After a thousand stormy nights.

Like fish in a net, we are caught.

Forced to follow where the ship will steer.

Drifting further from our home,

And the ones we hold dear.

Onward they march, the relentless youth,

The judge and the jury.

They mirror who we once were.

All the anger and all the fury.

There will be no savior,

But still the faithful elders wait.

Waiting for something to blossom.

But the soldiers come knocking at the gate.

It started with a rifle.

And here it ends with a pen.

'Revolution!' cries the new youth,

And it starts all over again.

Kaleidoscope

Come! Peek  thru  my  keyhole,and  look  towards  the  light,

a  magical  sight  awaits  you.

It may not  be  real,  but  oh  we  can  dream,

and  maybe  not  feel  quite  so  blue

When all  about  you  seems  drab  and  dreary

and  your  feeling  kind  of  down  in  your  mind,

Just  come  into  my  world  of  magical  color,

and  leave  your  sadness behind.

The  color and  beauty  swirl  all  about  you,

and  makes  you  forget  for  awhile,

the  worries  you  had,  when  you  first  looked,

at  my  wonders,  and  that  made  you  smile.

Like  firecrackers  exploding in  front  of  your  eyes,

the  colors  just  seem  to  dance.

Make's  life  a  little  brighter,  or  so  it  may  seem,

and  give  reality a  second  chance.

Look  at  the  world,  thru  gentle  eyes.