How can something lifeless? Deliver life? A mystery, a beauty.
A paradox of life and death, good and evil, mercy and sin. Nemesis by fate, yet has this forbidden bond that cannot be broken or unruled, even so the law of the universe is to intervene. A candles beauty can only be seen upon darkness, a shadows shade is looked for upon daylight, death breeds life into uncertain things, life leads to death certainly. One cannot simply exist without the other, nor can it ever be itself, the balance of the universe hangs onto this bond, this artform, a never ending waltz. Yenconadaria.
Yes I don’t belong, among the common folk, who depends and glorifies their gods, curse and monsterize their devils. I don’t neglect them nor am I against, I acknowledge their existence in this world. I simply co-exist, with their gods and demons, neither glorifying nor cursing – just wandering, in this absurd place we’re all jammed in.
It came to me, Pain immesuarable, No parent should ever bury their own child, Watch them disappear, Feel their whole self break, twist, and burn, Mourn with guilt, agony, madness.
Asan ka na? Tila bang isang kisapmata’y ikaw ay lumisan na? Ako’y iyong tupa na nawawala, bat hindi na hinanap pa?
Asan ka na? Oh aking ama, bat saaking piling ay lumayo na? Ito bang anak mong nagdadalamhati, nasasaktan at nagdudurusa, ay bale wala na sa iyong mata?
Asan ka na? Bat ba’y lumaho na? Ang aking ngiti, diwa, at kaluluwa kong masigla? Lahat ay itinapon mo, at di na mahanap pa.
Asan ka na? Sa puso ko’y pag-ibig sayo tuluyang namatay. Ilalayo na ang aking sarili, sa yakap mo’t patuloy mabubuhay. Ng wala ka sa tabi, sa isip at damdamin, larawan mo ititiklop at ibabato sa hangin.
Oh aking ama, pasensya na’t akoy aalis. Hayaan mo itong anak mo, lumakbay kasama ang sarili.
At baka isang araw, mapapatawad din kita. Oh aking ama, wag kang mangangamba.
Aking hahanapin ang mga sagot sa aking tanong, ang sarili dito sa mundong iyong binuo, ang paniniwala na kung saan ma’y dumaong, ang buhay at pag’ibig na nais kong matamo.
At kung ako’y bumalik, sana’y patawarin. At kung hindi, ako na’y iyong kalimutin.
Ngunit isa ang maipapangako ko’t tutuparin, na kapag itong lahat na’y aking nahanap, ikaw parin ay pupuriin.
Oh aking ama, paalam na’t aalis, sa paglisan ko ay sana manatili, ang iyong pagmamahal saking mga kapatid. Diyos ko, paalam, at hanggang sa muli.
Pity, pity are the people lived in this dark times. Is there hope? Yes, but they are dragging us down, down into a bottomless pit. Tis a time to be alive I would say, where the strength of men are failing, where a shadow is slowing taking over, an invisible enemy stalking us, waiting the chance to strike, or waiting for our stupidity, pride and ignorance get the hold of us, an enemy we cannot fight back, just yet. In this kingdom I live, I fight for, I love, things are worse at it seems. Men, women, children suffering from the lack of food, hard-headed grunts roaming the streets, houses of kings lay down on their mountains of gold and gems whilst their people laugh pathetically at them, blinded are they, corrupted by gold and power, poisoned their mind, forked their tounges, turned them to mindless servants of an evil so great that will soon devour them when they smell and rot inside their beloved treasures. Kingdoms are burning, people dying, line of kings lost their honor and valour, men and women robbed from their freedom. A time it is to be alive, I haven’t thought to see the day graves are often built than houses, the day people envy the dead more than the living, fathers digging up the grave of their own sons, mothers grieving the death of their daughters, children rue the day they were born, men and women linger without a child until sorrow and old age accept them, where the strength of men is no more, and the age of God-knows-who will come. Will we let this things come to play? Will we abandon hope? Will we let this be our fate? No, let this not be the day men fails, it is up to us now. Let us not make the same mistake, may we thrive until the end times, and hail he who will sit upon the throne and become the king we needed. Through this speech may you all be illuminated, may you find hope.
Sunken eyes of blue, flawless skin of white, wavy hair ever so bright. The deep philosophy of her soul, unreadable personality of her mind, and an unimaginable purity of her heart makes my spirit feel her warmth, she doesn’t get tired nor sober, that’s why I’m in awe of her wonders. When we talk my troubles fade, when I cry she caresses the tears away, when she laughs people starts to weep, and when she sings everything falls asleep. Oh my love ever so lovely, let me wander around your universe freely, oh majestic lady ever peaceful, because of you in this life I am grateful, oh lady every so wild, thank you for you love me as your child. Oh I just cant wait to meet, I just cant wait to see, her smile, her grace, her beauty. My heavenly mother, I know she’s waiting for me, a little step closer and with her I will be. Through the palms, what is it I see? There awaits my mother! The vast and beautiful sea.
Two years since our love was burning, two years since our hearts were pounding, two years since our warmth had meaning. It’s been two year love, two sad but utterly exciting years without you. Yes my tears rained on me, I shed blood, I broke bones, yet the lessons you left me made me a better man, a better friend, a better son, a better brother. And I never really have thanked you for that, and let me say thank you.
Since we parted we rarely catch up with each other, Well I guess it’s part of the process isn’t it? But I want you to know that, there are nights where I miss you, I missed us. The laughs that we laughed, the stories we spoke, the secrets we kept, the songs we sang, and the love we had. I reminisce the days we bear and the nights we adore. It would make me smile out of nowhere, just like back then when you were here.
Some nights, I sit at the beach and think about us, what we could have been, what we could have done, what we could have posses. What if the universe decided to let our love prolong? Do you ever wonder? Where could we be going? Who could be there for us? What could we be doing this instance? Can we still be texting? Will we meet up tomorrow? Are you mad at me right now? Are we having a fight? Am I holding you in my arms? Are we in love? We never know. And I guess we’ll never know.
May the sun be the remembrance of our love, and the moon our memories. May the ocean sing our songs, and the wind our stories. May the blue sky be our joy, and the night sky our blessing. Let the stars be the witness, of our love ever so pure. Let us be the dream that is too good to be true. And let the trees speak, this message from me to you.
Out on the blue, waiting for something, something majestic, something mesmerizing. A wave it is, no words can explain how surfing brings peace to oneself.
Some merely see it as just a sport, but to those who were touched by it can tell that it’s not. Surfing is a bridge for man to nature, it connects a person to the planet itself, and gives you a connection you don’t ever want to break. Witnessing the suns’ warm embrace or the caressing touch of the rain, the ocean washing away all the tears, the trees telling chronicles, feeling the tepidity of the sand, and letting the waves take away all the pain, regret and dismay.
A person riding a wave is the universes unburdened being, it’s just you, your board, the wave and the moment, no bills, no deadlines, no projects, nothing. It’s pure freedom, and that is one of surfings finest. Escaping reality and entering a new one. A peaceful one.
Nothing can take away a surfers passion and connection to nature, it is our home, playground and church, and we would to anything to protect and preserve it’s beauty.
Surfing is our lifestyle, nature our government and love our religion.
TheStokedWanderer 