The Nest and Freedom

Eager and excited was the feeling.

The feeling of flying out of the Nest.

"Finally"

I thought to myself.

After 18 years, I'm finally able to

taste Freedom. 

I'm far away from home, now.

Cold and cruel the climate.

I can see the light...the destination.

Of Freedom.

But I can fly, no more.

I'm in the in between.

Now, I feel sleeping in the warm Nest.

Later, I feel being in the spotlight. 

I miss them.

So much.

But again, I'm in the between.

Quiting was never an option.

It's been a month, I have 6 years.

Freedom will be my Nest. 

I'll survive. 

Where are we?

Where are we?

When all the long hours are paid-off,
Our sweats turn into tears of joy,
The anxiety becomes a breath of relief,
Dark days end and bright future begins.
All our wishes came true.

What is our deepest wish?
Being in the school we longing for?
The clean face that God originally gave us?
Love and happiness surrounds us?
Achieving the little kid's dream?

We think of the past.
The time when we never gave our best shot.
When we were innocent and wanting to be evil.
We felt bad with the amount given by parents.
Wishing the little kid dreamt a little smaller.

We think of the present.
The greatest gift.
We think of the past and future.
But never the present.
We regret of past's decisions.
We fear the uncertainty of the future.

We turn to a higher power.
We pray.
Night and day.
Giving it our all.
Hoping he will hear and grant our pray.
Giving it our all.
Because we are scared.
Scared to take the risk.
The leap of faith.
He hears. He always hears.

Time and patience, the future has arrived.
We are exactly where we are suppose to be.
"We did it, man!" he says.
We reached the destination.
What ever happens to the journey?
The crying, praying, and hoping.
The lessons. What happened?

Where are we?

Hope for Humanity

We grow up, we become smart and witty.
Mastered the art of science and maths.
Build statues high as the gods.
No more games of boards,
With technology, abandon faith.
We grow up, no heart and no more kitty.

We grow up, strength filled our body.
Natural selection becomes unnatural.
Animals extinct due to our hunger.
Mother Earth lingers.
Killing one another becomes bearable.
We grow up, power to everybody.

We grow up, lost.
Beliefs.
Modify to feed the needs.
Atheist because of no leads.
Reliefs.
We grow up, still lost.

We grow up, lost.
Religion.
Believe in the Divine.
Pray for hope and not blind.
The last legion.
We grow up, found by the host.

Music

Finding the right combination of melody and words to create beauty, truth and happiness.

My Resolution

"For this year, I won't forget."


"Knock, Knock, Knock."
Joe knocked the sign hard.
He knows this time, it will be
different.

It represent the new hope
for his shop.
It represent the new thrive
for his life.
It represent the new smile
for his worthwhile.

He stepped back,
looked up,
smiling, like potatoes just filled his sack,
and pat the smiling pup.

"This time, it will work.
Stop Dreaming,
Start Living."

He stepped in his shop.

He wasn't a new man.
He was in a new life,
like a dream,
but awake.

24/7, he is smiling,
24/6, he is loved by people,
24/5, he is working hard,
24/4, he is rising,
24/3, he works out, like a healthy apple,
24/2, he sleeps like in a lard,
24/1, he meditates for his mind in peace,
24/0, he is dreaming in one place.

He then quickly, subtly,
looks back
at the sign
from it dropping, falling,
and
crashing. If it did, he is still
dreaming.
But then, he remembered:

"Knock, Knock, Knock."
Joe knocked the sign hard. He knows this time, it will be different.

It is not just a sign,
or a new one,
This time, it is a
new perspective.

2010: My era, My year, My decade

Perfect 10

I can finally see.
The hype of this number from my friends.
It is not just any numbers in the open sea.
This four number defined "Perfect 10"

No, I never had a Sweet Sixteen.
The event where my parents said: "You are an adult."
No, because I wasn't yet, I was still a young, sick teen.
Now, I can see. Next year, I will be making the thunderbolt.

This teeth will break from its metal cage,
With the independence, it will make happiness and love.
Smoothness of the divine creation and not man's rage.
Let me smile to people and they smile back, we will create a dove.

This is mine and I don't want it on my face.
It sneaky popping out, creating yellow and red on mine and their's.
Insecure surrounds me. "What are you looking when you are talkin to me, ace?"
Not me, huh? Let friendships destroy and the pain, silently, I bear.

2010
A new era will come and let the old kingdom perish.
My brothers, your time has ended.
In life, there can be only one king. No,
neither of you. Me.
I will lay the law, people are bees.
With my new form, I will be surround with ho.
No, you are a slut. Too late, you are tired.
I will lay the law, raise the bar, make life ravish.

Beware.
scared.
No where to run.
My destiny has come, innocence and guilty
will be collateral.
Friend will stay friend, join and enjoy.
People called "Fri-end" will feel the sun.
Climbing is tiring, but satisfy.
Waiting is...waiting, but satisfy without grafity.

Destiny has come and I am ready.
Come and suck me.
I let you, take me, and throw me
Because I am lost,
throw me far and hard...
To a perfect 10, to greatness.

I will land.

Time+Expectations= Truth (Change)

He who fears being conquered is sure of defeat.

After so long,
After so many expectations,
You haven't change,
I haven't change,
The world hasn't change.

What say you, my friend?
Disagreement?
Ay, the only difference between the world and space
Is the idea of truth.
I had the idea of truth that you will, eventually, accept me.
Not mock me.
Not patronized me.
Not dehumanized me.
The static of time could have been a lifeline, but we all have needs.
I miss the past and its friends.

You expect too much.
No, I can't.
I don't why.
I can touch the sky, but I won't leave the grass.
Soft, green and it has not long to live.
How can a great leader claimed and fall?
To life, I am not following failure, lies, and hypocrisy.

2020
Big number, little effort.
We, brothers, are still fighting since the beginning of independence.
Are we really independent?
The fight has shown no difference than the one in 69'.
Instead of parangs, we use politics and words.
Words. Words. Words.
Manipulative and it bleeds and murder through the ears of a Sr. Hamlet.

The world still kills, part of human traits.
Now, laws and rights restrain us from killing each other, no politically,
We clinched our teeth and cry our eyes,
We kill the helpless.
The helpless moving object without a conscious,
The voiceless still object without mercy.
Woody noises, cold tears, and falling existence.
We know and see nothing.

Studying the truth by dissecting it.
Numbers, words, humans, animals, and molecules.
The equation of the world:
Time+Expectations=Truth
Time is physical, spiritually, and emotionally.
Valuable and created and infinite.
Expectations are mentally.
We expect and expect and we don't do anything.
Don't expect, just jump and jump.
Truth is between space and Earth.
It is ugly, full of gas that drowns us, sinners.
Time is truth-physical and mentally.
Yes,
We are the truth of time.