Respectation (Part 2: Jurisdiction)

You can't judge a book by it's cover, so they say.
But I say, you can't judge a book in any other way because people have different points of view. A good book to you might not be that good for me.

The same as to people.
Don't force someone to hate someone you don't like neither I can force you to like someone I like.
We treat people in different ways.
We treat our friends differently as well as those we just knew casually.
And we can be friends but not all of my friends are your friends and neither yours mine.
Because in a war both sides are right. They just have different point of views.

Remember, people fight not because they hate the people in front of them but because they love the people behind them.

Carl's

(Photo by:Rob Thomas)


Is beauty fearsome?...

Then why fear the fall when it looks like this?...

Fall is beautiful.

Respectation

Respect is NOT something you give because that person is respectable, it is the other way around.
The truth is... RESPECT is something you give to EVERYONE because you have it in you.

That is why if you have respect to your own self you wouldn't mind giving respect to others even to the ones who don't have it.

There's nothing to lose if you respect everyone including those who don't deserve it. It doesn't matter... give it as a gift that they may know what it's like to have respect.

Remember... those who don't respect other people are those who don't have respect to themselves... how can you give something you don't even have - right?!...

My AnAkin

In a room full of art, I found my eyes fixed at you.
In an illusion of you, you are so perfect... and I was so attracted that I found my heart attached to you.
In the reality, I saw your scars and Your imperfections made me love you more.
And you're that one mistake that I have to pay for the rest of my life.
And the only thing that's keeping me paying still is that tiny spark of hope that it was all a good riddance.

At the Fallen Axis (Part 3 : Albert Einstein)

For he said - "Do not blame the gravity for falling in love"
And neither you said that you'll catch a falling star
When autumn comes everything falls from up above
So you can't blame me either for falling apart.

Picture the sunset in a yellow orange hue
Cradling your eyes until the stars shine through
Sky turning black and yours turning blue
In a tale of autumn that speaks of you.

Beautiful feathers until they're all gone
Falling like a fallen angel kissed by the sun
Descending like the sunset so divine
The art of falling described by Einstein.

And I can't blame the gravity, can I?
Neither can I blame the heart that's on fire
Blowing the smoke into the eyes
For by his theory, you too will fall like I.

A friend of mine recently broke up with her boyfriend, and though I cannot consider their story as a real tearjerker, not to mention it only lasted for about 3 weeks, I was moved by the last words that she uttered to him before he left. She said -"sa lahat ng mga gumugulo sa isip mo, AKO pa talaga ang pinili mong i-give up!" (Out of all the things that's confusing you now, you chose to give up on me).
So this song that I recently wrote was actually inspired by her last words and how it all ended.

* Gabriel *

Could have been a sweet September
But you left me hanging with the shivers
Could have been a lovely October
But all that is left is the word "over"

I could still remember your voice
The words that made my heart sore
When you said you didn't have a choice
That you can no longer give more
Out of all the confusions that confused you
You didn't even look beyond A to Z
You did not even close your eyes, did you?
When you chose to give up on me.

Could have been a beautiful autumn
But I've fallen and stayed on the ground
Could have been orange red and auburn
But the season is dark and gray- bound

At The Fallen Axis (Part 2 : The Prose of Autumn)

If I'm building a bridge, it's because I want our souls to meet.
I'll make my own chances and I'll take it with all the risks.
For if our love is a parallel, I'll bend myself to curve just to meet your path.
For I will love you till your cup runs over.
Overflowing till you're drowning but I will keep your head above the waters.
I'll give you my breath for you always take it anyway.

DASH (Anthem For The 32nd)

We didn't make it to heaven
For the angels would be jealous
For they are perfect, bright and even
And all we have are beautiful scars and callous.

No, we didn't make it to heaven
For we've got broken hearts to prove
And angels - they don't need improvement
They just adore their every move.

And though we didn't make it in heaven
We turn ugly mistakes into a beautiful masterpiece
We fall more than seven times and seven
But we still walk with the burdens on our shoulders and make it look like a pair of wings.

We can never make it to heaven
For we are dark outside and darker inside
Only our hearts own a light piercing through breathing
And only love could cure our sights.

And we will never make it to heaven
For we fall and let things go that easy
We miss but never want it in the end
For there's something so beautiful in autumn that only humans can see.

Humans are never meant in heaven
For ours is a tragic story only beautifully crafted
And scars are like tattoos that has deeper meanings
Some are even left untold after we departed.

And we were not made for heaven
For we choose to walk on earth
Dirty feet and chasing haven
Doomed from birth.

Our lives are not meant in heaven
For we go where angels dare not fly
They eternally exist while we just continue living
Holding the moment soon will pass by.

And I didn't make it to heaven
But I will make sure that every scars will look beautiful
For I will leave it blank and hanging...
For...

Fairies of the Linux

It could have been a perfect crime
But I refused to be a perfect victim
But then justice is blind
The lies began to look like the truth as it seems.

Sweet words from the mouth of the criminal
While angst came from mine
How can I utter sweet words when I'm the one who have been aggravated
And your words are poison lurking in a glass of wine.

But I will refuse to be the perfect victim of injustice
I will stand up tall in spite of a losing battle
A war inside covered by a wall of peace
But I'll be guarding my ground with a sword underneath my girdle.

P.s.
You can look me straight to the eyes NOT because you're sincere...
BUT because you're EXPERT in lying.