Bakit may Pera?

Nakakainit ng Ulo, wala na naman akong pera.
bagsak daw ang ekonomiya, kaya maraming walang pera.
hirap na manggagawa, na lagi pang nadadaya.
nadadaya na sa pasweldo, salat pa sa benepisyo.

Araw-araw na nga nagtitipid, gastos ay malaki parin.
naghihirap daw ang buong mundo, pero mga "gahaman" ay sagad parin sa bisyo.
dikta nila ay napakabalasik, ni ultimo sikmura mo ay mananakit.
sila ba ang gumagawa ng pera?, sila bang ang diyos?

Halaga ng pera ang pinag-uusapan, dahil ito ang buhay.
malaki man o maliit na halaga, katumbas parin nito ang pinagpaguran mo.
pagpawisan ka man ng dugo sa trabaho mo, ganon parin ang halaga mo.
ang buhay mo na pinahalagahan, karugtong ay pera lang.

Alam mo ba kung ano talaga ang mas may halaga?, kung tao o pera?
sa isip mo ay masasagot mo, pero sa dikta ng gawa mo ay may nagtatalo.
nagtatalo na halaga ng tao, sa halaga ng pera.
kung ang pera ay may antas, ang tao ay may antas din.

Ang lahat ng bagay dito sa mundo, ay sinasabing panandalian lamang.
naging panandalian lang, dahil sa pera.
isipin mo kung bakit.
isipin mo kung isa ka na rin na katulad nila.

eksPeRimeNto (Experiment) Part 1

Naglakbay ng Malayo, Umaaasang may pag-asa pa.
Di alam kung saan naman talaga patungo, Nagbabakasakali lang kung anong meron pang aabutan.
Pawis na katawan, ugat na halos malagot na sa pagkakahigit.
Paghinga ng malalim ay dumadalas, hingal na parang walang katapusan.

Dalasan man ang pag bigkas ng mga panalangin, mga nangyayari ay ganon pa rin.
Gumagawa naman ng paraan, ngunit landas ay baku-bako parin.
Kumakapit ng mahigpit sa tinik, pakiramdam na napakasakit ay nagiging manhid.
Umiigkas sa Hirap, ginhawa naman ay napakailap.

Mayaman sa karanasan, hubog sa katotohanan.
Napakapinong Pinasibol, ugali ay may respeto.
Lumaking walang sinandalan, tapang na di mapantayan.
Hirap man sa paningin, ngiti ay masisilayan pa rin.

ThE spacE

A dark space in a corner of a room.
aroma of a wet rag, that's getting dry.
insects all over the place.
cobwebs and dust completes the ambiance.
what a scenery!!! i hate this place.
A man from behind, cough hard.
do you really need this space? he asked.
i nodded. i really dont want to give a reply.
but my mind answered.
yes, i need a space. but not this kind of space.
i need a good one. the one that is clean and tidy.
who looks good and sensible. a space that can give
me a peace of mind. but those words cant come out.
He shakes his head. and give me a smile.
as if, he knows what im thinking.
then he breath deeply. and started to move in.
he turn the lights on, and said. this light will be your guide.
to do things right. while inside this dark space.
he opened the windows, and said. this will be your eyes.
where you can see the world around you.
now, this space will be your temporary shelter.
i know it is messy. but it is now your obligation to clean it up.
i will now leave you, to do your stuff. I just live next door.
so, if you need anything. you can knock on my door anytime.
then he left me with a smile and said,
oh, before i forgot.
this door
is the entrance
of your soul.

A rIDdle Of My OwN

No. 1

A cell in a bell, that cracks after 9 spells.

hiGH!!!

You're so high! I 'm too Low!
I can't reach you! You can't catch me!
You Aim so high, I dream so deep.
Who are you? and Who am I?

You walk so fast, I walk so slow.
you want a race, I want a fast pace.
I am a gambler, you're a money maker.
I'm uncertain, and you were sure.

You're a winner, Im a loser.
I'm so boring, and you were laughing.
I think of death, You live and breathe.
You believe in God, and I am a God.

PoLyMeR, what Can Replace you?

Everyday, tons of garbages are produced.
and almost 12% of this according to statistics as of 2006 are from plastic wastes. see>>>http://www.epa.gov/msw/facts.htm
recycling is one way of saving this planet.
but not all people are doing this. especially the lazy ones.
or they are simply not concern with the environment.
From a simple plastic bottle of softdrinks to sophisticated plastic bags with designs are recycleable. Our generation now, are plastic dependents. because plastic is a very light material, easy to use even wet or dry and very easy to manufacture.
But who will suffer in the end?

the human, the robots.

i feel strange about this.
it was like a comic strips.
what can i see are illustrations.
drawn with pencil.
you can execute anything u want.
u can change any scenario u want, with your erasers.
it was time to play. where you know you can just always win.
you're just wondering why youre not getting hurt.
you're numb. you're in a worry-free world.
no soul to get burned in hell. no flesh to turn into ash.
and reality failed to fullfill its mission.
this is where the tower rules. and the pain is a wayof living.
this is the time, where all are deaf. all are on the same purpose.
where rusts, are wounds with bloods.
and the body has electricity.
but it's still the same.
it has a life span.
that anytime your keeper wants to turn you off,
you'refinished.
and its time to tell everyone.
goodbye.

-kiko sevilla