ON WRITING

When
writing some-
thing worthy, I marvel
at the horizon stuffing my
thoughts like kites on freedom
wind. I used to express myself, yes,
paying worthy of my heart and soul.
Because this is my craft and my
only cup of tea, folding in
the inner creases
of my youth,
PASSION
and
...
...
...
...
...
...
writing
and
filling
,,,
,,,
,,,
,,,
the
lost
pages
of
my
life
!!!
!!
!





- i wrote this poem when i was under the influence of rock and tonic.

Defragmenting the Arsenal of Work

Work is an indispensable moral craving of people to compensate the struggles of earning a better and satisfying life. Say, for example, people work their fingers to the bone for survival, which could be their motive in one color, another picture could be for painting their life in the brightest colors, such as finding a white-collar job rather than daft-handed works. There is the reward that builds the bridge between pain and pleasure, of course rights and duties are interconnected into a web called justice. But how does justice reward pain and pleasure? It is psychologically mandated to the highest level of abstraction that justice works to maintain the equilibrium of 'hedonism' over the elated struggle to maximize the aversion of pain towards life's adversities.

Hedonism is an insignia of pleasant things or material cravings of people to kill the opportune chances of reality. Also in philosophy, it is the pursuit of pleasure and the avoidance of pain. Somehow we could get out of this rut by merely contemplating how justice leads us to a workable condition practicing the right amount of social mobility and rational demeanour professed in full Monty of ourselves.

In my rivulets of thoughts, the defragmentation of the arsenal of work is pure ethics and its unjustly mean feat is hedonism. Nothing on earth and nothing more.

Sure hit this time for 'El terible' Morales!

Mexico's top arsenal of the boxing world, Erik Morales, is gunning this time to win the gold over his bad blood foe, our country's own Manny 'Pacman' Pacquiao in a defensive iron match at the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada- a double-header pay-per-view invitational with RP boxing team on Pacquaio's fiery clutches this Sunday. I like Morales better than the southpaw Pacquiao because of his experience and techniques, achievements to become the future hall-of-famer of sports entertainment. Morales is still Pacquiao's archrival for the lightweight division, with his father on his corner and Bob Arum as sole producer of the match, all hell is gonna break loose! Indeed, Morales is in good shape and I think the reason why Pacquiao always had his head in the game is because of speed coupled with his stalwart confidence in the arena. Definitely said so, Morales is back on his feet ready to square off for the Mexican 'raza.'


Every fight is a man for himself. Pacquiao is too cocky to win this time, quantitative measures don't dictate the legacy of a great boxer. Though Pacquiao had the headstart during the weigh-in test, still the heart of a true champ lies in the bosom of our expectations to find out who's the champion of champions. But here's the sure hit and final bout that counts for a TKO... Morales is gonna bring home the bacon and that's money in the bank!


Viva el terible! Viva la raza!

MY VITRIOL

ONE DAY AT CAVANAUGH PARK I SOUNDED MY PLEONASTIC YAWP OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD. BUT THERE CAME THE NEWS LIKE A BOLT FROM THE BLUE WITH COUNTLESS SPARROWS IN THE BACK OF MY EYES. THIS WAS THE MOST TERRIBLE FOLLY I HAVE EXPERIENCED. IT WAS REALLY A SLAP IN THE WRIST AND I WAS ABASHED FEELING TEN FEET TALL. I REMAINED PLACID BUT MY THOUGHTS WAS KILLING ME IN SHADES OF A MURKY ELUCIDATION OF THINGS THAT HAD HAPPENED.