Frozen In Bliss

Towering buildings..
Huge flying creatures..
Extraordinary species..
Singing flowers..
Dancing trees..
Icy black mountains..
Floating houses..
Hanging gardens..
Crystal staircases..
Magical warriors..
Faeries..

They all sang in merriment in a far away place,
I could hear them, playing in my ears.
They whisper melody unknown to me.

Over my shoulders, I see a stout man.
Over my head, I felt a warm flush of wind just blew.
On the ground where I stand, I felt a quake as if a volcano erupted.
Below the ground, it shakes like a gigantic eel was digging.
Infront, I see a hazy mist of blue.
Infront, I watched the green tinge of smoke swirling with the bluish mist.
Infront, shadows of existence coming towards me.

Somewhere, footsteps droning.
Anywhere, I stand stoned on the grassy land.
Everywhere, dreamy as it could be, twisting reality.

Stay where you are, come if you may.
In a hollowed spot I crouch, in a serene place of demise.
He who told me a way to reality,
How comforting a sea of fantasy, a vast ocean of light and darkness,mixing the other, creating a blanket of joy.

Light and Darkness, dear friends of the past.
Light and Darkness, my companion in a land where mangroves grow in abundance in the snowy alps of Tree Hills.
Thundering amidst the sunshine, lit all my worries in flame of wisdom.
Scourging fire from the crust of Moon Light, from the core of Moon Might.
Deep setting eyes of the mountain flyer.
Deep in his lair, the valley of power.

A bard in his own respect, an owl by his side.
Sing your tune, a lovely hour of fleeting pasture,
Gone is the serenade of long lost passion.

Leap into the dungeon of the make-believe King,
May his memories reign in his terror of kingdom.
Done is his time, when dragons honor him.
Done were the years of apocalyptic judgement.
He who fears the Great Lord of Tundr,
The one who fought all tyrant.
Noble is he, but fearsome his plea,
The Lord who's named The Great Warrior from Tundr.
He is the King, the Great Lord of Tundr.
But only and no one is as noble as he.

I know him, from the smell of his boots to the slits of his eyes.
I know his name, from the color of his hair to the firmness of his arms.
I know who he is, from the stride he makes to the melody of his voice.

Dreams, I dream,Of a wonderful place, faraway from misery.
Dreams, I dream,Of a plenty of juices and fruits of life.
Dreams, I dream,Of a lost land of magic and power and might.
Dreams, I dream,Of a world of strife, but a universe of light.

Wonder, I wonder, Fantasy is real.
Wonder, I wonder, Life is real

So is Reality a Life of Fantasy-surreal.

bE fAir wiTh mE

The Right to Live.

The Right to Freedom.

What are these and the other natural laws for? It is for humanity, for everybody, for us to live a happy and peaceful life. Isn't it a stand for everyone of us to always be equal to one another? In the eyes of God, we are all equal as what religion has told us. In the hands of the Government, they say we have equal rights as stated in the Constitution and by-laws.

I have noticed the strangeness, the peculiarity of the word "equality" in all it's sense as how it is viewed by society nowadays.It is already strange for me, an alienated concept from a long lost world of morality. A peculiar thing that everyone wishes to have, when the nature of it now is twisted and questionable. In the fangs of evilness, was Fred ever saved from such fate? he never done wrong to his religion, to the government, but why is life and freedom deprived from him? From his wife? From his son? The equality religion and government promised them, was it all in vain? He doesn't have the right to be discriminated, to be considered as a dirty pig in the society, to be stepped on, to be crushed by the cruelty of his own kin. Life is miserable and hateful. Peace and freedom, but it just slips away like sands on clenched fists. Fred and his race wanted to escape from such brutal fate handed to them by the wretched demons, and they strive so hard to finally live in a serene field of flowers blooming and the wind blowing comfort to their napes.

Consequences, rewards, trades or payments, are these of taking something in giving up another? It is said that God empties your hands in order for you to receive a much bigger blessing, thus, it is inevitable in losing. If Fred was disagreeable to the harsh reality of his wife and sons death, what is there left for him to agree to? Pretending no reality like such would be real, pretending it was just a game. But, it was a game of life and death.

And then, God empties his hand. And what was taken from him was life. His family's life, his life.In the irony of it all, he proved that though destiny have given him enough pain, suffering and hardships, he pretended that all was OK, all will be alright in time, lied the ironic situation to the child that life is beautiful. But, it is for the pure heart to see, that indeed, life is extraordinarily beautiful.

(This was an essay I made few months ago. I've changed the identity of the characters, but they resemble some characters of the movie, "Life Is Beautiful".)

SEALED

I found this letter stamped SEALED last month...


October 13, 2008

Dear God,

I am known by the name of Sunny, and that is all I can tell you of my identity because whoever I may be, I do not know. I am Anonymity, I have no definite and real name, I am unrecognized by everybody in my world. All-knowing and powerful God, wherever you are, will you ever guide me in life? If I end my life, will it be sinful to you? If I endure and suffer insanity, will not it be painful for you? Oh God, I have no way out. either of the way, I end up a loser, I end up looking miserable. It would have been fairly enough if I could have had known who I really am and was. It should've been better that I somehow knew where I came from and whom I came from; or I woudn't be suffering like this. If the generation before me might've sinned greatly to you, is it justifiable that I be the one to catch their punishment? I don't think it fair to carry the burden not due to you. I want and always wanted to be happy. God, If you were on my shoes right at this moment, what would you do? You're fortunate that you are unfeeling, you're indiferent to pain unlike me. You enjoy seeing me hurt and suffering, you just on your throne watching me as if I'm a spectacular death show. How about you take my place, suffer like me, cry like me, hurt ike me? If you love me, why allow me to experience these pain and torture? I f you love me, you could have helped me cope and fight. If you loved me, why am I alone and unloved in this place? If you ever loved me, don't leave me. Make me feel loved. What is my worth? Show to me sooner how worthy l am. Please, never let me take on either path I have mentioned, show to me a new path that will lead me to your love and to the happiness I yearn, so I may have a real name.

Yours Truly,
Anonymity



After reading the letter, I somehow liked the word Anonymity, there's a significance of the word somewhere in my life...Thus, that's how I thought of Anonymity..

Life Notes IV

I continuously walk,

though my feet are sore;

my throat is dry,

And I am tired...

Wherever the path may lead,

I still go on...

It's an endless trail where I have no choice

but, to follow through...

But, I have the choice to how

I make every step...

It's a tiring journey;

But I have hope;

And I yearn for happiness,

for life...

God lead me...