yosi.

irregardless of this cathartic experience of a blog;
i feel resurrected that i just broke up with my girlfriend.
could there be anymore of a fucked up revelation?..
did i find inspiration lackey in her arms?,
hell did i; and hell will i suffer
that in the truest sense of drama
i know it was my karma. from what i did.
and its a price i must pay like anyone pays;
like walking through the fields of payatas
gawking at the horizon of unhope where people eat what we throw away.

could there be anymore of a fucked up revelation?
ill tell you what:
look around you, you'll see what's there;
the very definition of irony is this country.

"at ano naman ang nahuthot ko, kundi lahat ng baho mo" - joey de leon

well what's entirely diffrent is that most filipinos i see
are just faint and tired; i see true progression
and its not the idea of reform/rebel/rage/riot and restlessness that fathom and lie
in so many eyes
but like working with a hangover,
and from thus true inspiration is found.
this filth, this waste of lives and time, its succumbing and yet
i understand
and i am not scared, weary or dwelling in its improvidence
nor in its unholiness.

things will never change
and for the most part of that thought
lets not think of hopelessness
let's sing "dear prudence" and be proud

lets not think of what's worth to die for
but what's worth going through hell for

would you go through this wasteland?
you should.