Slaughterees have dreams

Slaughterees have dreams

being brought up in this oblate spheroid
by an uncognitive act of coitus
its not surprising why people avoid
they who are grown on inch deep humus
crushed by pressure below the pyramid
the tomato eaters as Vincent viewed
better are the pigs, regularly fed
but alike they are when socially screwed
resentment and mockery is slaughter
a Friday requiem for the multitude
the fascist racist is on his laughter
while the pigs suffer the decrepitude
of so long a time like the grains sand
until the oppression will have to end

Atletikus

Atletikus

A spartan breed manifested on him
with arms of steel and legs of obsidian
enabled him to be one of crops cream
has determination for the mission
to topple down the mean adversaries
to gain honor and glory for the good
for the crowd in his shoulder he carries
the supremacy of the spartan brood
a trickled sweat, envokes a mighty blow
brute power and the scourging sun combined
to live or to be damned is all he know
all of these because of a contract signed
learns to struggle for he serves a purpose
but only a man, an atletikus!

Orchids of Apocalypse

Orchids of Apocalypse

A sight that would make piaget vomit
slums filled with maggots feeding on humus
the toilet bowl who eats the aborted
the abnormality of the emos
the hands become sore of cellular phones
been searching for the hands that build our lands
lost theyve been in the lake of fire that owned
millions of gangrened hearts; lucifers band
glutonous acts is now a common trend
to slaugther a neighbor is a hobby
the neighborhoods grim monster is a friend
to break one's hymen; a neccesity
bow and hail the six numbered name; the beast
for God is not with us today priest

Psyches' laughter

Psyches' laughter

one can see right through her eyes; innoscence
a body so ripe; the gods fantsize
she lies naked in a cloud soft mattress
an unexpected visitor enticed
circling the bed, folding the angel wing
arrowed his own heart; a blindfolded face
arroused by his own love, he crawls to fling
wrapped her in his arms, in a warm embrace
psyche replied the language of gesture
she felt his lips slipping through hers'
as they eat each other, a love venture
insatiably hungry, they made their first
for even gods fall on mortals below
all are equal on loves shimmerng glow

Home Run

Home Run

The trees grew fast and so are the people
so long a time since i last visited
the melting pot of my soul is special
my pillar and the light reunited
i thank the holidays that brought me here
the winds of time reshaped my neighborhood
my childhood buddies coke turned into beer
some of them had an early fatherhood
once our lone cat had multiplied to four
never did the grass surrendered to me
and the rusted gates wither to the core
these changes are true and pleasant to see
for it is not everyday i come here
its good to see again, my people dear

The Lady in the water

reaction: i think the movies is good, not like all the people say that its horribly third world. i was surprised to see the director in their and i like the way it was filmed, not much of special effects but certainly a good movie. the director is very intriguing having made several blockbusters, that was why i was destined to view this movie in the warmth of our home sofa.



Cleveland Heep, a stuttering apartment superintendent, encounters a girl named Story swimming in the complex's pool. He soon learns that she comes from the Blue World, and has a message for mankind. Will he be able to help her complete her mission? Written by JRF

The super Cleveland Heep finds a woman swimming in the swimming pool of the condominium during the night; he slips, hits his head on the floor and faints in the water, and she rescues him. He discloses that she is a "Narf" called Story, a character of bedtime stories, that is chased by a "Scrunt" and she needs to return to her Blue World with an eagle. Cleveland convinces the tenants to help and protect Story. Written by Claudio Carvalho, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Apocalypto (2006)

plot:

In the Maya civilization, a peaceful tribe is brutally attacked by warriors seeking slaves and human beings for sacrifice for their gods. Jaguar Paw hides his pregnant wife and his son in a deep hole nearby their tribe and is captured while fighting with his people. An eclipse spares his life from the sacrifice and later he has to fight to survive and save his beloved family. Written by Claudio Carvalho, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Set in the Mayan civilization, when a man's idyllic presence is brutally disrupted by a violent invading force, he is taken on a perilous journey to a world ruled by fear and oppression where a harrowing end awaits him. Through a twist of fate and spurred by the power of his love for his woman and his family he will make a desperate break to return home and to ultimately save his way of life. Written by Maya society



My reaction:

the first time i saw the movie in our university library. i was filled with horror to see all the blood, i mean its bloody as hell! but it was good, no regrets at all, the director (Gibson) really put to end all stereotyping when he showed in his film the reality of life, the blood, body liquids and all real anatomy! i should say, another great film. a must see blockbuster, for the bloodthirsty there!.
The movie has a nice plot and story. so touching and brutal, whatever words i describe it. Jaguar paw, the protagonists, is so good, he's athletic build really made the film extraordinary., ive never seen anything like it.

The Picnic

The Picnic

We had our family picnic last day
In the wellness of our backyard gardens
With my husband and children their we lay
We ate happily then something happened
Like a nimbus that stormed our nipa hut
Armed they were and burnt our home to ashes
We tried to escape and crawl along but
We were caught and undertook the lashes
Our gathering that day was well and fine
Headless he was my husband on the ground
My children's eyes were gleaming with sunshine
The splashing of the well meant that they've drowned
Dreaming i was when i saw them with glee
As i watched my body hanged in a tree

An Elven Sonnet

An Elven Sonnet

Digested by Tolkien's Elf perception
I found myself a way to mimicry
a deed worthy of public objection
to me an art that needs validity
i long to be the wisest among all
to be the purest of heart in this dark
world that has given all its beings fall
to resist all his ungodly remark
gentleness more than that of chivalry
a tongue that speaks the language of heaven
an arrow that flies towards enemy
dwells deep in the forests of elven
fantasizing is what it meant to me
judge me not, its all i managed to be

-geek-

My Christmas bells

my christmas bells


my Christmas when i was half my age
it was merry and full of surprises
i keep an eye on my sock like a sage
forseeing a man would out some candies
covered by a blanket of light; our home
listening to some Jose Mari Chan's
carol of the bells from the children roams
my parents bonus; the christmas tree danced
each day i woke up with glee as it nears
a day to have all my awaited gifts
the midnight feast that is filled with cheers
their love given to me; my soul lifts
and now this christmas is coming again
seeking the luster of that old belen

MEG: primal waters

geek reaction:
i came up with this book one day in the library in our school, i have no time to make a full reading on it, it was all bit by bit every night averaging about 50 pages per night while i was studying.
The author was Steve Alten, and i think he really made a great job with this book, he got my interest, fiction was my preferred genre,when i first held it in my hands and started to read it, i was caught by its unorthodox topic,
some Prehistoric shark a big as a double deck bus is breaking hell lose on earth, with the semi dysfunctional family of the lead character Jonas Taylor,and it is up to him to save to solve this hellish problem. i was never disappointed, all the twists and turn, what a ride! i give it a 10 star for quality reading. and in the end, i was face with sadness, for i was to return it to the library. i wish there is another steve alten meg series novel.



Meg: Primal Waters is a 2004 science fiction novel by author Steve Alten. The book continues the adventure of Jonas Taylor, a paleontologist studying the Megalodon. This takes place about 18 years after the events of the second novel (possible in 2019). Jonas has joined the crew of a new survival series called Daredevils on board a Spanish Galleon. Meanwhile Angel the Megalodon has returned to surface waters from the trench and is being pursued by another male. Also someone behind the scenes of Daredevils has a grudge on Jonas and is planning to use his pet Meg named Scarface as his tool. At books end Jonas lures Scarface into killing his master and Angel is recaptured after being impregnated by and then killing the first male. It is also hinted that something far larger than a Megalodon lives in the deep.

Im bored of stereotype achievements!

just this Sunday i saw the clash between mayweather and hatton, it was an event i shouldnt miss, for in me lies a boxing fanatic, not only for once in my life i dreamt of becoming one, but it runs through my blood, in the home where i grew up, and this fight here held in Las Vegas disappointed me so, i was hoping hatton would make an end to the domination. sterotypes like mayweather is a sore to my eye, i am hungry for new faces., i am hungry for more, im sick seeing the filthy rich pretty boy, though he is really good, there is still that one man who can put him down hard on the canvas.

The Lunatic

The Lunatic

He who knows greatly the code of knowledge
the genius in him that lacks sanity
He who speaks his mind and talks with courage
forever consumed by insanity
He who discriminates other people
Like an Aryan who maintains a standard
the depth of his words he always mumbles
many perceive him a genius bastard
if he writes to impress or to express
it makes no sense the idiots ignore it
He who is always deprived and depressed
pride is present; trying to fight this shit!
but to live is Christ and to die is gain
a bitter lunacy; to live in pain

geek

Rizal woke up

Rizal woke up

It was not like this a long time ago
when the people are happy and progressed
the pearl of the orient shines with a glow
truth and justice reigns over the oppressed
like the rapids we can't undo our time
or the Papaya that decomposes
nows stands this land, ruled by insolent swines
peopled by beggars and mocked by Moses
the land was swallowed by darkness and stench
a plateau where money weighs more than love
life of poverty is a gripping wrench
miserable blackening of the dove
for i do not know our future maybe
lets start a revolution you and me

geek

Begginers luck?

like it was my first time in joining such an enigmatic essay writing contest in our school and i Won!

yes you heard it right there mate. i didn't expect it though, i was surprised this morning when i came to the library and saw my sweet name there in the bulletin board, not knowing what to do, i just gasp huge amounts of air, and felt good., so good.

"family Literacy; reading begins with us" here is the theme.

and I'm happy..

and this week, i also got the interest in Greek/roman gods and godesses