In The Bus

I have ridden the bus that day
As the rain washed the filth away
People whose faces I knew not
Filled the bus in that crowded lot

I have ridden the bus that day
Faces there were grim, few were gay
Which came from youth's untarnished dreams
Which reached beyond gloom to joy's gleam

I have ridden the bus that day
Felt nothing bad would come my way
But the conductor barred the door
To peasants needing to ride more

I have ridden the bus that day
A boy ran, coming the bus' way
His eyes were sad, longing for joy
Hands that held not a single toy

I have ridden the bus that day
As the rain eroded away
With nature's justified fury
The homes of men mercilessly

I have ridden the bus that day
As the rain washed the grime away
As it destroyed and created
And left some living and some dead

I have ridden the bus that day
Still the rain washed the dirt away
Say, when will the rain wash away
Our guilt, our sins, and our wrong ways?

I have ridden the bus that day
I went out and walked on the way
That led to home, led to my home....

Trying to ponder,
Thinking it over.....

What had come my way
In the bus that day?

And still the rain washes away.....
still it washes away....

Pondering Life

Pondering Life

People say I'm ahead of my time
Though sometimes I'm behind
People say I'm intelligent
Though sometimes I lack it

I wished I could live up to all
of their and my expectations
But sometimes I falter and fail(sometimes)
Feeling like a fool and a failure(sometimes)

They say I know so many things(sometimes)
Though I lack in worldly knowledge(sometimes)
I thought I could do everything
But no I could not; would not

I wished I was not fat and stout
Be fit and healthy like some
But then how could it be granted;
When I do nothing about it

I wanted to do many things
Travel around this fabulous world
But how could I, the pessimistic
Who is blocked by assumed fear

I thought I was above everyone
Thought I could surpass them all
But then I forgot, a Desiderata line
That there is someone always greater

Sometimes I feel loved and cared
Sometimes I feel like the world's crashing
Without a thought, a consideration
That others suffer much more than me

I sometimes want to feel pity for others
Though inside I'm disgusted by their situation
I really want to be honest and truthful
Though sometimes I'm blinded by lies

Sometimes, I feel like I am one with the world
Feeling I could always pray and think for them
Sometimes, I feel like I'm the only one
Important and should be cared for

I fear that I would never be good enough
For Him, to walk His sacred haven
I want to taste it, hear the angels singing
Will I ever be one of them?

In my nightmares, I dream of fire
Fire that burns and sears through my skin
I hear shouts and wailings of utter pain
Then I wake up, shivering

In my deep and gloomy introspections
I think of the friends I've left behind
Sometimes, overcome by grief and anger
I lie on my bed and secretly cry

I want to live up to earth's legacy
Be one of those to shape and mold
The stones that will be walked upon
By the future generation, if I could

I love to please my parents and relatives
To bring honor and fame to our family name
But then I'm scared of disappointing them
Scared of shed tears and shattering shouts

So I pray to my God, and ask Him
To be able to live this mortal life
Fully, though sometimes the path
Is too hard and bumpy to trod

And so I think
And so I say
And so I do
And so I continue

Hunger! Hunger!

(This is a short story that I have written. Please read.)

Eva awoke due to the disturbing noises of the City. Brum, brum, the jeeps and cars would say. Brum, brum. She stood up, trembling, and looked around her. Oh, what a nightmare, she thought. It had been three years since she ran away from her home. Grandmother must have been worried about her. She wished she did not run away from her home in the province. She missed the small nipa hut, where she would sleep on its cozy floor, being hummed to sleep by her grandma. She missed the wide and open fields, where her Grandfather would take her to see the farm. She missed the clean and fresh air of the province, and she longed for the clear, crystal waters of the river where she would take a bath. She missed the gladdened days of her youth, when all was free and full of glee. She missed running in the plains endlessly, without a care about the world. She missed those days, but they were out of her reach now. She could no longer sleep in the cozy floor of their nipa hut, for now she can only sleep in the cold and hard floors of the streets of Manila. She could no longer breathe the fresh airs of the province; she could then only breathe the poisoned airs of the city. She could no longer bathe in the clear waters of the river; then she was lucky if it rained. She could no longer be free, glad and innocent, for she had bonded herself with sin. She had dipped herself in the slimy mire of the city. She was ever stained and all traces of innocence were no longer with her.

She had run away because of the false promise of her supposed lover, Eric. Eric Raymond F. Gonzales, the handsome young neighbor who had won her heart. Eric, the name then ripped her apart. She had eloped with him for his insincere promises of a better life. He promised her a better life, a better life than the simple and quiet life in the province. " A life of adventure, Eva! Think about it, we will become rich and our lives will never again be boring." Eric said to her one Sunday night. She never did think that the life in the province was boring until Eric had said it to her. She thought about it for a week and she decided to go with Eric. Then a hideous plan was revealed to her. Eric intended to sell Eva to the rich businessmen of Manila. He had left her in a motel one night. She did not know then the heinous plan of Eric. Then she heard someone knocking on the door. She hastened to open it for she thought it was Eric. Then she saw a different man at the door. The man at the door was decent looking, he had glasses and he wore a dark business suit. He looked at her intently with an evil spark in his eyes. Eva, frightened, said in a startled voice, "Wh-Who are you?" The man did not answer her inquiry and held her or more like grabbed her and he carried her to bed. He raped her and no struggle that came from her was heeded. She then slept and she awoke in a park, under a tree. It was at that moment that she realized that her life was changed forever.

Well that doesn't matter now, Eva thought to herself. I must buy food, she thought. Her stomach was growling. She needed to find food. She then remembered that she had no money. Fortunately she was still healthy back then. She was beautiful and her body was desirable. She could then sell her wares. She walked to the alley by the bars of Manila. Then she found it. There was the table on which could satisfy hunger. Then she climbed up the table then took of all her clothes except her undergarments. She then flaunted her wares to the driving jeepney drivers. Hunger, hunger said her stomach. The jeepney drivers were hungry too. Hungry for woman flesh.

Eva awoke in the morning. The sun was shining high then. It was noon. She still held the two hundred-peso bills in her hands. The city people were walking pass her. Lord knows what's in their minds, Eva thought. If there ever is a Lord, she mused to herself. The Lord should have remedied my hunger, she thought. Her hunger for food, her hunger for love, her hunger for the simple pleasures of the province and her hunger for justice. She lost faith in the Lord a long time ago. I'm hungry, she thought. Food. I need food, she thought to herself.

Old?(At Thirteen Years Old)

As I am writing this, I have only to sleep another night and I will become 13. And what a dreadful number! For THIRTEEN means teen and with the coming of this supposedly winding stage of life is the fading of my young years. For being 1-12 years old is great, with all its privileges and pampers.

You can still go to the yearly Free-Dunkin’ Donuts Day if you are 12 (though I did not go to get my free sweet donut). You can still act like a child and be free of life’s unending worries. A carefree child I was, afraid of responsibility and burdens and wanting only to enjoy the short years of my youth. I wanted only to do what a child will do, that is to play. Play with my toys and the creations of my mind. I was (and maybe still) a child of Imagination. One who imagines a world of fancies, full of magic and fun, a world every child dreams of. I was and still am a child who does not mind his physical health. I was a CHILD.

But tomorrow, I am a TEENAGER. A teen who will face the world with the mind of both child and adult. One that experiences all the changes of adolescence may it be physical, emotional, social or mental. A time of great change that will forever have an effect over me. A teen who walks independently, only receiving support from others. One that starts to think of the world, as it really is, cruel and malevolent. Yet who sees it also as a world of freedom and love. One that discovers new emotions like unbridled love or unhindered rage. A teen that slowly becomes more free-willed yet still dependent on his family to live. A teen finally is one who will face many challenges in his quest to become an adult.

Well, that makes me think of it in a different may. Yes, all the younger days of being carefree have gone by yet I will face a new and grand world that I will face with the good will of God, my ever-guiding parents and family, and my friends that love me just as I am. And, being a teenager doesn’t really start when you are thirteen, for I was on my way a long time ago. I only lingered in the last days of my childhood to cherish its bliss. Yet it never did last and now I need to really open my eyes to the world that awaits me. So I am not OLD, I am just a teen and I will enter the last seven years of my youth. So, with the help of God, goodbye CHILDHOOD and Greetings to ADOLESCENCE!

Politics, From My Point of View

Politics- the theory and practice of forming and running organizations connected with the Government.

Or so it seems. The Philippines had been run by politicians as far back in the mists of time. From the general governor to the president, all are politicians. The politicians are supposed to serve the people as the Democracy says. Yet it seems to be the reverse, the people are serving the politicians. The politicians are serving themselves, their own selfish desires, their wives' aesthetic desires and more desires from within their families. This is called CORRUPTION, the only word that can describe the lifestyles of these politicians. From the barangay captain up to the President, they are all corrupted. Corrupted by riches, power and dominion. They will try everything just to get the money that they need. But they are not contended with that. Their selfish sinfulness drives them to get more money. It is as if they are moved by the ill will of Satan himself.

In the barangays, do you think that the captains are doing their jobs in order to maintain peace and order? Guess what? You are wrong! Somehow, these captains are somewhere, putting large amounts of money in their pocket. So what does this mean? It means that if corruption cannot be thwarted in the local government alone, how else in the national government?

And because of the aforesaid corruption, our country is falling into ruins. Especially now with the political crisis we're having. Gloria has fallen prey to wiretapping perceived by many as cheating during the Presidential Elections. Nowadays, her ratings are falling apart, and 8 out of 10 people do not have the heart to trust her. And the opposition had organized rallies against her rule asking and shouting for her to give up her seat as President. Yet to no avail, for the President has not succumbed to the calls of resignation.

And here comes the question: Who will replace PGMA, if she gives up the Presidency? Susan Roces? But the widow of legendary Fernando Poe Jr. has not the mind to rule our country. She has the will all right when she declared it. Well, if that is so, may the Lord prevent it. What will she do? Cry her heart out? Wail and shout with all her dramatic might? Tell me. If she takes up the seat of the President, it is pretty obvious that she is now under the sphere of influence of powerful politicians.

Then, Noli de Castro? Ha! The once newscaster who has entered the crazy world of politics, where money is power yet to know the shadow that he has cast upon himself. He maybe a great newscaster, but he has not the wits and what it takes to be the Philippine President! And with that, our country will suffer more disasters. And then Franklin Drilon, the Vice President. Well he's a fraud and we all know it. One day, he's singing a song to the President, then Tada! He moved to the opposition along with the Hyatt 10 ready to grab the vice-president position when the chance comes. Let's face it, our country is experiencing a great fall in which it will take long to recover and time will have spent its power in order to heal the deadly wounds inflicted to our dear Philippines.

The Filipino people, which most are very poor, blame their lack of wealth to the President and lay on the sofa watching TV. Well, wake up people! Do not just lay and wait there waiting for some glorious miracle to come by. Stand and work those lazy muscles. Give use to what the Lord has given you. Work hard, so at least you have the assurance that you will eat, sleep, and live another day. Amidst this crisis, we must pray to the Lord our God so that He may guide us to the utmost point of our lives. For the day of the SONA is nearing, an address that may leave a big impact to our people or hardly cause a ripple, or start a revolution, or even a CIVIL WAR.