If Facebook ...

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If Facebook was Mindbook --

were the user will use his mind

without being a bunch of crook

viewing its world as blind?

in every posts the "like" you'll click

even just their claptrap guises

feelings may it be strong or weak

all of them are your audiences

If Facebook was Heartbook --

were the user would still fell in love

only by heart without the look

to netizens who only blab?

this world might cause you to wick

words and thoughts falling into hook

if you'll never think before you click

mind, heart will be lapped by facebook!

The Power of Water

Rain drops

Oh little rain drops from the heaven

you give the moppets reason to smile

those smooth endless waves from ocean

is sign of dreams that can travel miles

Every gulp that can satisfy our thirst,

even the trees are longing for you

but when escorted by force is worst

destroying our lives -- surely, you'll do

Your little spectacle is an angel

as the rain and moist of morning dew

but your sorely force is like a hell

Oh Great Water! You can kill us too!

To my friend, Jona

Structure: Ottava Rima

I am blessed to have a friend like you

a person who is very calm and nice

during struggles you know what to do

you're always here to wipe the tears in my eyes

when it's my mistake I got scolded too

and showed me that in life we should be wise

you're with me through the bliss of fantasy

and hugs me through sorrows of reality.

Happy memories with Jona, my best college friend :)

Sample: The Man in black and the Woman in Red

He crept through the alley, nary a creak

Sauntering through down the dark avenue

Cane twirling, hat riding a widow's peak

Slicked back hair with the mustache trimmed up too

A cheerful tune whistled from his thin beak

In his hands holds he a dangerous brew

Feather fingers tickle over the brim

Halogen hallucinations blind him.

To my friend, Carmela

Structure: Rhyme Royal

I thanked you for being a part of me

and always bidding advice that I want

together, there's no "you" or "me" but "we"

and taught me that pride is not important

with you, love talk is always dominant

though heart is still virgin with no lover

I'll promise to stay with you forever

Bonding moments with Carmela, one of my true friends :)

Sample: Opening stanza of Chaucer's Troilus and Criseyde:

The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen,

That was the king Priamus sone of Troye,

In lovinge, how his aventures fellen

Fro wo to wele, and after out of Ioye,

My purpos is, er that I parte froye,

Thesiphone, thou help me for tendyte

Thise woful vers, that wepen as I wryt

The Baronet of the Ingénue (Prequel to The lost gem of Ingénue)

"Some people are not meant to stay with us together but their contributions in finding ourselves will live with us forever”

The night in the darkroom of confusion

I was her Baronet, a tall man with kinky hair, pinkish lips that had never been kissed by anyone, and a slightly shaved beard that makes me look more masculine. I’m exposed to people but I merely converse with them, I’m contented talking with my best buddy, a friend that I met during our college days, he’s not the kind of man who can catch anyone’s attention but the way he speaks would definitely show his intelligent, humor-side and manly personality. He’s a shoulder to lean on and he always reminds me that life is great and it will only come to those who believe in it. Everything is perfect when we’re together; life seems always to be happy and timeless with him. One day, he sends me his wedding invitation with a letter saying that he already found a girl that he wanted to spend his life with and that he’s looking forward to my future bride. I was hurt. The green light of my life turned red and the puzzle of me was taking place over my happiness. I don’t know why I’m feeling this way, I’m just his best friend and I don’t have the right to control him, my tears fell for no reason and I’m not sure if I was lamenting because we will be apart and our moments will just vanish on the days when we’re still young and women are not yet part of our lives or if I just don’t want anyone to take my place, catch his attention, stay beside him and do things we were doing together. I don’t want to be rude and this feeling leads me into confusion for I know that it’s not natural to feel this way. I still came to his wedding and gave him my best wishes and there I met a girl with dazzling eyes that reflect a joyous feast, rose-colored lips that cheerfully converse with everyone, shiny hair that reveals her mesmerizing charisma, and a perfect smile that windows her enchanted life. She is a woman that can easily be noticed in the crowd, who can blow air of positive vibes and beyond her strong personality reflects an innocent girl. I managed to have my time with her even after my buddy’s wedding and we start getting to know each other, I adore her vulnerability and her sweet thoughts that can make a warrior surrender his arms. I found a company with her and I enjoyed all her advice. There’s something in that woman that makes my life stopped for a moment and left the puzzle of me unraveled. The treatment became more serious and as sweet as the nectar until I felt that this ingénue was falling so deeply to me, she keeps on telling me that I am her savior, her prince, her baronet and that she can’t continue her life without me by her side. One night in the darkroom, an unexpected thing happened, we were so blinded by our emotions that we did something I never thought would ruin our friendship. We shared this pleasure together and she gave me the most precious gem she’d been keeping all her life. I know how worthy it is for her and for the first time in my life I felt I am a real man but despite that bliss was fear and guilt inside me. The confusion was coming again, the history of my identity was slamming in my heart and I am powerless to fight with my thoughts, the memories of my best buddy and his wedding brought me into the shadow of grief. I want to bid his guidance now but he’s not around, here lying beside me was the woman who can give me everything not only her gem and happiness but her whole life but I can’t give her anything in return. I can share my company, lend my ears, offer my shoulder, make memories with her but I can’t be the person she wanted to be. I’m only a friend and that’s all I could offer. My tears were flowing again while she was deeply asleep beside me with the blanket over her breasts. Everything was a mistake, I should not let her fall, I should not let these things happened, I should not take her gem but we already fell into this trap and I cannot get things back the way it used to be. I want to tell her about my identity but I was even unsure of myself. I want to fulfill her dreams of living with her baronet but I don’t want to cheat on her and live behind my shadow. I want to be me, the real me. The night was blowing all the strength I have and I am too weak to choose between hurting someone and hurting myself. So I just leave the room with unraveled thoughts and a poignant scar in my heart. I know that this woman would understand me far better as I can understand myself, she’s not languid and I’m sure that she can continue her life without me and her love for me would die a natural death at the perfect point of the clock’s hand. After a month, there’s no sign of the Ingénue but I could still remember those reckless steps that night, I still feel sorry for leaving her without any word but that scenario completes the puzzle of my life. From the confusion, my feeling towards my best buddy, the affection when he chose to settle down up to the decision I made that night to leave the girl I am sure would be my future bride are the steps that cleared my vision and complete the missing part of myself. Now, I am sure of who am I and without any doubt, I know I am gay.

A shrift to my nation

"Forgiveness could wash away the sins of the past and make a person a new man."

It was a snowy evening and random thoughts were running out of my mind. I miss my country land, the ray of sunshine, the morning dew, and even the faces of people sweetly smiling despite hunger. I’m still hoping to get things back the way they used to be. I know that people hated me or even cursed me for stealing their money but I’m still asking for their forgiveness though I know that I’m not worthy of that. I'm wishing for that peace everyday … every night. My fellowmen were blaming me for everything, hunger, lack of facilities and education, and the whole progress of our country. They thought I’d never done good things in my whole life. Some of them might already forget my story and I’m sure that no one pitied my death. Yes, my death! They believed that I died - - brutally died. The story happened six years ago when people were rallying at Camp Bagong Diwa, the place they thought where I am, but I wasn't really there and I never spent a single moment there. I told them not to imprison me and they should protect me in exchange for my silence. The rally started when the media told the people that I was found not guilty of all the accusations. People were throwing stones, they have placards saying that they would shot my head off and that I should live in hell. The celebrities were also part of the rally, led by the most famous gay celebrity at that time. To settle things, when the rallyists already left, a bomb explosion was done at the place. The news said that someone bombed the place to intentionally kill me, they even told the people that they found my remains brutally scattered in the place. Nobody died in the explosion and the story was all planned by our leader. They send me here to the United States and provided me a place to live and of course an amount in exchange for my silence. They were correct and their ideas were great. I am now free from those people who wanted to kill me. I can now do things I couldn't do before but I am not really free. My fellowmen were happy about my death and I felt very sad about that. The cowardice to tell them the truth remained to play inside me, I want to tell them that beyond all the corruptions was my love for my country. I never had the chance to tell them that the head of corruption was the person sitting in the white house. I couldn't because of the threat. No one wants to hear them called a “gambler” or “queen of scam” but I’m sure that no one would want to see their loved ones be killed in an exchange of silence. So I just invoked my rights. Now, I can still feel the judgments from them but I am powerless to settle things now. I’m here in a strange land where people have no idea of my background. No questions. No doubts. No threats. No judgments. But silence. The moment of regrets always come, I should not let my pleasures buried me in the evilness of money, I should not let their promises killed my dignity, I should not let others suffer from poverty and mostly, I should not let our leader used my name to polish his corrupt image. Life is very ironic, most people were striving to survive, they have nothing except for freedom while others, like me, have all the pleasure a person would wish to have but I am not free. The news from my land has no progress, I heard that the condition there was getting worst, even the leaders. The senators who were involved in the circle of the issue during my time were found not guilty and still holding their positions. Our leader was elected again as the president, he was now suffering from a lung disease, they found out that cancer was eating his body little by little but it seems like his hands were still healthy to do the magic of corruption. People are powerless to resist the system and no one has the courage to go against the officials because they know that it would not make any help. I'm hoping that God would shower wisdom to those officials to make them realize all their evil deeds and make their lives meaningful for everyone. I don’t know why I am writing this letter but I hope that one day, the air of regrets would bring forgiveness from my nation. I also wish that they would find a leader whose missions are not only to control our country and earn much but to make our land worth living for.

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A leader in hell

"Chances are only given to those who will swallow their mistakes and willing to follow the path of God"

Life is unfair. We don’t know when we’re going to die and where we’re going afterlife. I don’t know where I am, this place was opposite to the one I’m expecting. I know that I already died and I am moving with my spiritual body now, and spirits go to heaven … but I was not in heaven. If I’m not mistaken, heaven is a peaceful paradise as of garden of Eden but this one’s different. There were no plants but rocks, the waves of fire were continuously flowing and I am all alone here. I can’t even see angels but images of animals. I don’t want the idea running out of my mind but the feeling of fear was embracing my thoughts. I was in .. h-e-l-l. No! this couldn't be hell! I shouldn't be here! I know that I've done better in my entire life and I can count those to God one by one if he wants me to. I helped the poor people, I provided education to the youths, I even go to church with my sisters and I’m sure that those are enough for Him to reckon me in heaven. Suddenly, I heard a big step from my back, as I turn my head, I saw a colored man with red-silk something on his back, an eye like a fire, lips as black as charcoal and a very big fork on his hands. I was scared and I’m not really sure if he was Sa .. tan but I thought he was. “Welcome!” he said while offering his hands. I neglected to give mine and my body was shaking, my mouth can whisper no words and my foot seems glued on the place where I am standing. “Yes. You’re in hell!” he said again. This time, goosebumps were flowing on my whole body. “w..h..y?” I asked. He took a glance at me then stare at the fire that was swiftly dancing on the rocks and say “ you’re asking me why huh? Couldn't you remember? You stole the money of your people and you let them suffer the bitter side of life.” I shook my head “but I didn't steal all … I just … stole some … I mea-“ “you still stole their money” he interrupted. “then why am I alone here? This place must’ve many politicians. The previous administrations? My allies? The queen of pork?” I asked. “So you’re really responsible for all your sins. Be patient! We’ll wait for ‘em” he stared at me “ and those who died? They asked for forgiveness and so they were saved by God” he continued. “No! I’d helped the victims of a typhoon so He should also save me!” I yelled. He put his hands with a big fork up high and say “you never help them, you just return what they’d paid you, you’re land has many places not only one, people seek help from you because they trust you and they believe you’re a good leader. Typhoon victims were not only hundreds but thousands but you never …” "It was not my responsibility!” I shouted “No! it’s yours! People are responsible for their own lives, you as well. But you were chosen by Him to help His people. You were given the chance to perform His goodness but what you've done was mine and that’s the reason why you’re here” he said impatiently. “How? How ? I’ll ask for forgivene- -“ “you can’t change everything now my dear. It’s too late 'cause you’re already mine” he said with an evil laugh. My eyes were full of tears and my heart was lunging from fear. I don’t know what to do and how to escape from this place. I want to undo things and ask for His guidance but it’s too late. I was lost. I realized how faulty I spent my life, making my people suffer from hunger and poverty and leave them without any progress. I also realized that I wasted the chance I had to rule my country and make it worth living for everyone. I should’ve inspired people, families, and societies. I should’ve shown them the beauty of life. The regrets sank into my heart when I felt someone holding tightly my left hand. I tried to open my eyes, I saw a bright light, I turned my head to look who’s the person beside me, it was my sister crying “he’s awake!’ she shouted. That’s when I realized that I was in the hospital lying in a sickbed with some machines on my side. They told me that I was comatose for thirteen days and my countrymen were praying for me. The flash of memories played mellowly on my mind, it was my dream. A meaningful dream which leads me to the right path in life. I can’t still say a word but my eyes were full of tears. This is the chance that I asked for before and I will not waste this, not only because I don’t want to live in hell but because I want to fulfill my responsibilities and I should leave a legacy before my death, for I know that it was imminent. I’ll make my land worth living for and my countrymen worth dying for.