Escape

           Do you ever wonder a place where you can forget everything, a place that no one knows you. A place where you can live at peace. Does it exist? Maybe in our fantasies 'cause in reality it doesn't exist.

          Reality is a battlefield where you need to survive your everyday existence from never ending pain, optional struggles, grief, and from demons that surround us. If we could just run away from reality for us to live in our own fantasy.

If we could just sleep for a long period and wake up until it's all over, and we are all wiser enough to face reality.

If we could just forget all the people who brings us pain over and over again.

         We will, but the reality is we can't. It is reality, we can not change it but as we accept it, we will know how to handle it. It;s up to us how we're going to handle and face our weighs and sometimes we just need a escape, to escape the reality.

         Lucky me, I already find mine. I found a way to escape from my reality. Where I can be me and I can be somebody else. It's a place where I can embrace the liberty and live my own fantasy away from the agonies. Luck you, your are now in my place, my way to escape. In my blogs.

A Part of MINE

                  We are all fond of nature, all of us want to travel. To go somewhere to see a beach, mountains, cliffs, forest and any other beauty of nature. We could just fly away in this world, we'll do. I wonder why? maybe the beauty of nature brings us peace of mind. 

                  Let me share you my favorite escapade. In our province Pangasinan, every year we go there of course to see our relatives but the main reason is to have church to Our Lady of Manaoag. My family is a proud devotee of that church. Honestly, I'm not a religious person but everytime I had church there. I feel like I'm clean enough from my sins (It's just a feeling :P) I always go there with my family because I believed that best things are meant to be enjoyed with your family.

               










 Then after that we'll go to Nibaliw beach, San Fabian Pangasinan. Our relatives lives there near the seashore. I'm always amazed by the sea, though I'm already saw it for many times. But it always feels first. 

The beautiful sunrise that reminds me of hope... that everyday is a new beginning for something. 

The cool breeze of wind that reminds me of, that there are things that are not meant to be see but are meant to be felt. 

The blue clouds that makes me thinks, that God is behind that clouds while watching me enjoying my happiness.

The sea that reminds of my life... It can be calm or still and rough or rigid, but in the end it is always beautiful.

I do really love that place, it's a place of peace and place to enjoy. That place is really a part of mine.


(This entry is for Nature.)

Opinion with a FLIP

  

The first Filipino Battle League popularly known as fliptop or fliptop battles, is the Philippines rap battle contest that was joined by amateur rappers. It was founded by Anygma in 2010, it became a trend and gained prominence through video sharing site YouTube. Fliptop was described as a modern day "Balagtasan". The format of the competition is 2 competitors, each battle have 3 rounds and theres a panel of judges who will decide and determine the winner.

Most of Filipino's enjoy this unique kind of competition especially teenagers ot's different way of expressing words they are able to use words regardless of the grammar which give them the freedom to express themselves in a artistic way. It may sound easy but if you watch one of battles, you will be amazed because of their distinctive intelligence in using words. Competitors use any kind of languages: Tagalog, English, Spanish and native languages with vulgar and harsh words and usually delivered in freestyle lyrics and with rhythm. It is very important that they must catch the crowd. But this is not recommended to be watch by everyone especially children because of some words that are used in Fliptop was too bad and some videos promotes bad behavior. So parents must strictly guide their children in watching it. And if you are interested to watch it you must be open minded on what you're going to hear.

Here's one of my favorite battle, hope you enjoy the way I enjoyed it. :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyIxD5K4lUo


(This entry is for New Trends.)

Quatrain

Butterfly Pendant

A butterfly pendant of gold and blue
Sparkled with beauty in the blazing sun.
No matter if it were broken or new,
Its breathlessness could not be outdone.

Blissful was the lady who received this gift,
From her sweetheart, a young college boy.
Never again did she feel this kind of lift,
Which had blanketed her with love and joy. . .

Until one fine day she was called upon
by her sweetheart love to spend her life.
With her smile, his heart she had won,
So he asked her to be his lovely wife. 

With the butterfly pendant upon her chest,
blossoming buttercups filling her bouquet,
And two gold 

rings
 to be forever blessed;
The couple was married without delay. 

Copyright © 2005 Marie Summers 

Blank Verse

The Ball Poem 

By John Berryman 

What is the boy now, who has lost his ball.

What, what is he to do? I saw it go

Merrily bouncing, down the street, and then

Merrily over—there it is in the water!

No use to say 'O there are other balls':

An ultimate shaking grief fixes the boy

As he stands rigid, trembling, staring down

All his young days into the harbour where

His ball went. I would not intrude on him,

A dime, another ball, is worthless. Now

He senses first responsibility

In a world of possessions. People will take balls,

Balls will be lost always, little boy,

And no one buys a ball back. Money is external.

He is learning, well behind his desperate eyes,

The epistemology of loss, how to stand up

Knowing what every man must one day know

And most know many days, how to stand up

And gradually light returns to the street,

A whistle blows, the ball is out of sight.

Soon part of me will explore the deep and dark

Floor of the harbour . . I am everywhere,

I suffer and move, my mind and my heart move

With all that move me, under the water

Or whistling, I am not a little boy.

System of a Down

              I live in a town that have a system of a down. Our leader wears crown but I see him as a clown. I'am in the top of a hill, from there I can see that crimes are widespread, children needs bread and many people feels dread. Then I ask myself  "Why?", "Should I blame my mayor?", "Should I blame my people?" or "Should I blame myself?".

             I whole-heartedly appreciate the achievements of our mayor the reforms of our town to be a better one. His sacrifices and his eagerness to have a kind of change that will bring progress in our town. But sometimes there are circumstances that comes unexpectedly: Poverty and Calamities. As our town was challenged by these, we only blame our government. We tend to forget all the good things that they did for us. Maybe it's in the human nature to blame others once they are in need. People spend too much time finding other people to blame and too much energy finding excuses for not being what they are capable of being. If people could just start putting effort to change something rather than wasting effort complaining about it. Maybe there will be a change, not our in town but maybe in our lives. I just hope it's not too late for people to realize.  It's not too late for us to have some change. We should start now not tomorrow and we don't need to be great to start something but we should start something for us to be great.

             It is not the politics who can save us, it is not them who can change our town. It is us who change our lives and it is me who can change the system from a down to a best one.

Man in a body of a lady

        

         I met a man who lives in a body of a lady. As I look at him she is covered by her. He want to go beyond that lady, he want to do things over that lady. But he can't, because he's a prisoner there not only a lifetime but a forever. He has many confusions, he use to question questions and question answers but he can't answer his own questions. No one knows that he's a man and no one see that he's a man. Maybe because he minds the idiocracy of people. The sharp sword of words by people kills him inside. From that, his fears grows as high as katana. I feel sad for him because behind his laughs theres a lady whose confuse, behind his beautiful eyes theres a lady that full of fears and behind his smile theres a pain that is being suffered by a lady. But I salute the lady for her fortitude because she exist to cover up the man. She live in a world of pain that make her departed but she's not dead nor not alive. She's not living, she's just trying to survive in a world were she does not exist.

        I just hope someday he came to a point that he don't need to hide the real him and tell the world that he exist without considering the judgement of people. Because from that he'll find his happiness and because of that it will set him free from the body of the lady. As of now, as I stare at him. I just want to hug him to tell him that it's going to be fine but I can't because the mirror was too big.