ORATION

Ladies and gentlemen! Children of this earth
Listen carefully to the utterances that I will make
That you may hear the inevitable truth,
Today, I, a member of this miserable and piteous society
Announces my denunciation! My isolation! My contempt!
To this evil society that money has put together.
To this evil society who has exploited its own home.
To this evil society who became dead.

Consider me an alien from now on, an outcast!
I will leave my things, I will leave my work, and I will leave isolate myself.
I will bathe under the light of Henry David Thoreau, whom you, children of this earth, have stoned to death long ago.

Like him ladies and gentlemen, I mourn.
Not because of forests slowly flattened, not because of rivers blackened, not because of the thousand crying souls suffering from exploitations of the powerful men in suits.
I mourn to the simple statement “we’re not being human anymore”
“Not being human anymore”
“Not human anymore”
Money causes us to decay, our decrepitude made its way to our pastures. Our own hands block her breathing, GAIA, our mother.

You cannot blame me for this decision ladies and gentlemen, children of this earth; I’m trying to be fundamental, while you, you, you Indulge yourselves with material things that make you dull, make you obese, make you in the trend. Corruption slowly drills into your head like a highly alcoholic drink you spend too much on cosmetics and senseless cell phone load. Money has corrupted us like how the snake corrupted Eve in garden paradise. The reason of poor and reckless mental capabilities of our youth who doesn’t know that burgers they buy on fast-food chains burn down forests to their roots. Massive rain forests for cattle graze land and soybean production for alternative fuels are just one of the main moves of profit-oriented corporations. There is no win-win solution in here ladies and gentlemen only death and murder.

The greedy corporate capitalists not just smile; they rejoice at our discontentment, they rejoice out of our innate discontentment! We buy, then we buy and we buy some more! We upgrade our lives! The latest cell phones, the fastest computers, the hippest bikes, the biggest refrigerator, the most effective slimming tablet, the most potent love inducing drug, the most, the latest, the best, the hippest. What more can you ask more freak!!!
Hear their thundering jubilation from your mindless consumption.

Profit orientation has an incestuous relationship with exploitation.
Someone buys premium consumer items in SM mall, packaged in fancy plastic design with tiny Winnie flower promos in It. then later hurl it into an innocent river!
Someone buys a new cell phone battery from china, disposes the old one, and burns it and poof! Toxic smoke!

This disgrace has been passed on to the youth and their fertile minds, we live not to be humans, we live like machines dictated by a program behind the computer monitor. Like big brother in PBB. The desire for good living is just a mere fantasy for now, in this generation. The culture of death is upon us. It is like a jolt of dominoes crashing together forever. Nature! Natural! Our home! Our habitat is in garbage. We have nothing, no one to blame in this misery, except our insolent selves, unless we become humans again.

Gravity of crossing avenues

A dusky afternoon late
amplifies a sober state
quiescence is all but none
for a place employed for fun

Fun it is that people seek
this time always every week
slippers grind cemented road
Air is pale returning cold

Early are the peanut stalls
smoking as the slutty halls
waiting are the drinking fools
Pubs they make of vomit pools

Sun is sinking on the west
Lovers choose a place to nest
condom first on pharmacy
to avoid her pregnancy

Vendors flock the streetly scene
selling goods from which they lean
to be fed a starving debt
must they shed their blood and sweat

Every corner teems with food
Charms the smell of glutton brood
Eats away a cysts or two
from a poor-cooked barbecue

So they skulk for time is dim
they the users search for him
in the thickness of the crowd
there they bought the powder proud

Shiny cars and hippest bikes
they the social climbers like
steps the gas and on a show
rider yet they think so slow

oh immortal cunning night
why'd you blur the clearest sight
streaming lights of wicked truths
cancer of our natures truce

So this is primordial place
weirdest are the sapient ways
Pedestal is where i sat
gravity of life i met

Powder

Sand white as Boracay fine
lord of drunk, but not of wine
handed strip of silver foil
souls elevated from the soil

Buy and sell a market norm
a public place, the red-eyes storm
broken home has none to eat
just to but a heavens' heap

Bleeding nose for sniffing hard
a space-less nook within the yard
waste time gold the highest way
to buy and use it everyday

Superman for just a while
can run up to a thousand mile
a paid slut smiles for longer fuck
flies back home and breaks the lock

severity, the sandman calls
swinging knife on innocent halls
feeling not the warmth of blood
loved-ones fell a dying thud