"unfaithful"

Why must you be unfaithful,when her heart is true to you
you seek all days for pasture as she toils so hard for you
she who has given her all to you – you tend to ignore
she who has given her all to you – still you wanted more
she who shared with you all you have been through – joy and pain
she swallowed all her woe and left it be washed by the rain
she wanted you to be all that you could be and be great
that every time you went your way she always stood and wait
she has always been what you called home – shelter from the storms
she sticks with you through thick and thin – loves you above all norms
she has made your world her all but still you wanted more
she devoted her all to you but her you still ignore
she tried to do all things for you – beyond all she could do
so why are you unfaithful, when her heart is true to you?


He has built his world around you – are you not contented
He wears your ring and you wear his – where do you lay your head
You wander far from what he is - is his all not enough
you ran unto another's arms. Why – has your love dried up
he worships you with all he's got – you wanted something more
he gave you all he had to give – you knock on others' door
he built his world around you – you chose to give him woe
he stood faithful in all these years – still you want to go
he loves you so with all he is – loves you for what you are
he gives you all he's got to give yet still you wander far
will his love ever be enough for your fidelity
will he ever be enough for you to love him truly
he did all he could do for you – faithful – forever true
now why are you unfaithful when his heart is true to you?

-Orville "Chubby" Basas-

dilemma by samantha grace astronomia

it's his wish to fall in love again
to be with someone whose heart he can call home
to sit with and embrace when it rains
and to know that he's never alone

he is starting to fall,but he says it's not right
she can't be his but he keeps thinking of her each night
he can't understand how he got to feel this way
but it's her face he looks for everyday

he can't actually tell if it's infatuation or real
but his heart skips a beat every time she's near
he hates the fact that she reminds him of someone
that someone his soul knows and he loved deeply once

my friend i can't help you get rid of your feelings
because it's love we're running against to
for now just cope with whatever you're dealing with
and one day the right one will come where your heart will fall into

saManTha..^_~

untitled work by Samantha Grace Astronomia

how do you measure one's happiness?
is it on how you see them smile?
enjoy their friends' company for a while?
or party for tonic and gin and have a great time?

each day i get out of bed and do the usual thing
get out of the house and see the same faces
have fun with my friends
and hang out at different places

but when i come home at night, i look at the mirror
stare at the reflection looking back at me
i say I'm not happy
is this all I'm ever going to be?

I'm surrounded by a sea of people
and still feel alone
i can't find that someone
whom my heart yearns for

it'll be nice to have someone with you
to hold your hand kiss your forehead and slowly drift to sleep
that no matter how hard that tonic and gin hits you
you'll still have someone to hold so close and deep

to just sit side by side saying nothing at all
feeling each other breathe, hearing each other's heartbeat
to make you fall in-love over and over again
to make you feel that you are the most precious gem

he's not here, the one who holds my heart
he'll be with me soon but then again we'll part
i know when he comes I'll be happy once more
and i know that i love him 'till hell freezes over

so how do you measure my happiness?
it's when i feel my heart is looking for nothing else
but the one who completes my soul

saManTha...^_~

RAGE

Why you ask for verses of endearment
while this nation is fucked by an illegitimate president
open your eyes! Stick your head out of the window!
Be angry about her screwing with the Filipino.

For long time waiting, the Filipino rage
has once again taken center stage
A roaring sound of sweet profanity
spoken against outrageous tyranny

the, once thought dead, Filipino voice
has spoken out for freedom by choice
against the slaughter of Filipino soul
Stride by stride, this people reach it's goal

so cry, sob, moan and straight out be angry
march for the nation, Shout for your dignity
She has tramples us long enough to know
that she has overstayed her welcome. Now stand, Filipino

let us shout and shake the walls of inferno
let us tell the world that we are Filipino
Let us show the world that we will fight for the right
Let us show this bitch the people's might.

-Orville “chubby” Basas-

answers

How one begins to measure, the pain he has to endure
How is one to measure the love that he gives pure
How am I to tell you that I love you with my all
How can I make you comprehend, I am yours 'till all stars fall
How can I make you believe, your smile is my heroine
How can I say I'm reminded of you by all I have seen
How do I ask you to spend this life with me
How I want to reach out to you all across the sea
How do I show what I see my life to be
How can I tell you I can't see my life without you and me
How can I make you happy as what you do with me
How can I make you stay forever and share what we can be
How do I begin to tell you, you own my fidelity
How do I begin to measure how you made me happy

-Orville “chubby” Basas-

IF

If you ask him for a name
if you ask him for his thoughts
if you ask him for his game
and the battles he has fought

if you watch him do his deeds
if he shows you his demise
would you pick up all his seeds
and allow them all to rise

if he shows you his darkness
if he shows you your grief
would you stand with him in sadness
and give him your beliefs

if all he knows is his life
if all his truth is his way
would you want to be his wife
and stand him every waking day

another day goes by
another plastic syringe
another mad hatter's tea
and cigarette burns

if he tells you his name
if he tells you his thoughts
if he tells you his game
and showed the chaos that he brought

if he gives you his deeds
and trusts you with his demise
if he asks you to plant his seeds
would you advise him to be wise

when he shows you his darkness
will you lighten up his life
when he tells you of his madness
will you trust him with a knife

will you change him to be better
if all his truth is his way
will you cut him to be wiser
or by him, quietly stay

another year goes by
with all the syringe
of penny royal tea
and powder burns

if he can't escape his life
would you bother to ask him why
would you still want to be his wife
even though you know you'll cry

another Christmas comes
and no more syringe
no penny royal tea
as his casket burns

-Orville “chubby” Basas-

If life gives you lemons...

The times are rough. I could actually say it blows. It blows so hard that it sucks. It's getting harder to get by. Not to mention that humanity is deteriorating. It is the time I call "THE GREED AGE." Greed has taken over. Enough is never enough. If life gives you lemons, you make lemonade and sell it by the glass. If life gives you weed, you cut it and sell it by the bag. Everyone sees everything as profits.. Everyone is replacing the conventional pronouns with ones that is needed by their greedy principles. "He," "she," and "it" are replaced with "asset," "liability" and "profit". For big companies and corporations, the "Christmas season" as a time of giving is seen as an opportunity to promote public relations for more patrons and more profit. Everyone today is looking out for number one. It's all work for my needs. Sweat to provide for family. Toil for success. Do everything with everything life has given to be the best. People think that what life has given them is for them to be great. If life gives you lemons, right? A certain someone told me a slightly modified motto. "If life gives you lemons, add vodka, salt and chill." It's kind of funny but would be better for humanity. Let us drop the "make lemonade" part and just ring everybody up for a house party.

We could be heroes.

Our heroes must be turning in their graves. The principles that they fought and died for, the same principles that became the foundation of this republic is now just a thought. An insignificant speck in the minds of today's generation. The eyes that Jose Rizal's work has opened are now wide shut. Ears that reverberated with the cry of Pugad Lawin are hearing without listening. This once proud people built on activism is now passive, blind, deaf and dumb. Rizal gave his life for equality. He fought for the Filipino to be known as equals by any other nation. now the Philippines is one of the most corrupt countries. The Filipinos ignore this fact and moves on thinking that if they are not bleeding they would not fight back. Little do they know that we are being milked by an illegitimate president reducing our stature just like Spain has done long ago. Bonifacio fought for freedom, for democracy. But what is happening now? An illegitimate president is destroying our democracy, spitting in the face of this once proud nation. And we just smile and not mind it. The Philippines has a new oppressor replacing the Japanese, the Spaniards and the Marcos rule. She goes by the name of Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo. She looks and talks like us. Maybe that is why we become passive. But I tell you, my fellow Filipinos, Race is not the enemy, it is the principle of the person and the persons personal agenda. The idea that she is a Filipino is but an idea. The Fact that she is a vessel of tyranny is a fact. Our veins flow with the blood of activism. Our history is paved by it. Our whole becoming is because our ancestors stood up and fought against terrorism. They died fighting for liberty, justice and peace. This country, our country, became a republic because we fought for independence, democracy and humanity. This whole nation was because of great individuals, heroes, who would not ignore injustice and corruption. The Filipino is Filipino because we would not take oppression lying down. Look at our history. EDSA revolution, propaganda movement, HUKBALAHAP, kataastaasang, kagalanggalangang katipunan ng mga anak ng bayan, magdalo and many others have fought for what is right and what is for the Filipino nation. We should be fighting for these same things regardless of who or what the tyrant seems to be. I am not calling out for a revolution, (though it is badly needed) but I am calling for consciousness. Filipinos! Open your eyes! You are being cheated out of your rights and your motherland. I am not pointing out that we should be taking to the streets,(though it is not such a bad idea) but I am pointing out the lack of wanting to. What bothers me most is the principles of heroes are being studied in school, colleges and universities but somehow, the seeds are not growing in the minds. These oppressions have happened before, Why are we not screaming at the top of our lungs in Pugad Lawin? We are mocking the Lives, Works and Death of our immortal heroes.

who wants to live forever?

Mortality. How does one escape it? How does one begin to accept an imminent fate? But what is mortality? Most know it as death. Others believe it is the end and some believe it is the beginning of something new. Others even tend to wonder if the spirit can die. Some believe that the body is just the vessel for the spirit. once the body dies the spirit is left to move on. Some believe that at the death of the body, the spirit dies with it. I believe something else.

I believe that death is simply a part of life. An unavoidable hump in the path on which we travel. Death, in some way, is a way to end our misery and possibly give misery and woe to others. We, or rather, our body dies as we live. day by day the body grows weaker. The more years we live, the easier the body crumbles. And the way we live our lives is the way we die. As I recall, I think it was Snoop Dogg that said: "we live by the gun so we die by the gun." We die not by our weapon of choice but by the way we chose to live. But that's just the body.

I also believe that there is a spirit. I do believe in ghost, but that's not the spirit I am referring to. And I believe that the spirit lives on as the body dies. The "spirit" I believe in is the essence. One's spirit lives on as long as he and his work is remembered.

Immortality is given to the mind. Not the body. As I believe John Lennon is alive as long as I and countless others sing his songs and adopt his views. I believe that Jose Rizal lives as long as there are writing as he did with principles based on his.I believe that Martin Luther King and Malcolm X will live as long as their dreams are shared and experienced by the young.

The dead poets will be immortal in every hungry young poet's words. The buried musicians will live in the notes of every aspiring musicians song. The revolutionaries live in the minds of the people who survive on their victory. The villains and war lords will live in the minds of the oppressed. The lovers will live in the hearts of the loved. The writers will be reborn every time their writings are read.

One's spirit will die if he stands in the bleachers just to applaud. The spirit will be buried if one chooses to be a voyeur. So get up and make something. Leave a legacy. Leave a mark. Write, sing, rhyme, fight for something, love and be loved. Our work is something that death cannot conquer. Live life and work for life. Appreciate beauty and make beauty. Take a stand for the what you believe in. Our work will be our lives.

So, who wants to live forever?

-Orville "chubby" Basas-

Truth about us

GREED - Embedded in the inner-most DNA of humanity. A part of humanity. No other creature on earth has it etched in its core. It is present from when we were born and cultivated in our early childhood. It starts with possession. The time we recognize something to be ours is the time we nourish the seed and drown out the principle of a shared universe.

"WHAT IS MINE IS MINE"

In infancy, we are trained to recognize what is ours and not ours. We open our minds to the fact that "what is mine is mine" and what is his is his. We begin to build our world. A world all on our own. "My parents," "my toys," "my food," "my world." We begin to thrive on our possessions and perceive our world revolving around us. His world revolves around him.

"I WANT ONE"

In the toddler years we cultivate our traits in owning. We love what is ours. We shew them off. We are proud of what is ours. My world is the greatest, but his world has a tower. I want one. Not so much for the tower but the toys and everything we don not have. We cultivate another trait - Envy. I want what he has got and I want it better. We nag to get one and plead for it.

"IF YOU WON'T GIVE IT, I'LL TAKE IT"

As we grow older, we tend to adopt the principle: "If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself." So we take matters in to our own hands. I want a shirt like his only better. my parents wouldn't buy me one so I'm going to save my allowance for it. Good idea, huh? To feed one's greed by getting one's own hands dirty. But what of the others who can't save? they follow the mantra: "if you won't give it, I'll take it." Too bad for the one he's going to take it from.

"TIME"

By our adolescent years, we overcome the greed for material things. It is replaced by our nagging greed for attention, affection, understanding and time. By this time we start growing hair and start to feel love or blinded by infatuation. Crush stage. We confuse admiration for beauty as love. Then we tend to try ans impress our crush. We get envious of the people who has her attention. This is the part where we go down on a slump and figure out what to do to win her attention and affection. Then we turn to change everything about us for her to notice. One day you come home pissed because she did not notice you. Your parents are shocked by your expression and the way you look. Then you go and say "why can't you understand me?!" Greed has taken a new form. And it will again evolve in time.

"GROWN UP"

By the time we get over our pathetic teenage philosophies, we discover something we really want. Liberty. Freedom. A chance to do what we want. But this is not liberty from greed. By this time our greed is growing with us. We take all the stages of greed we have had and put it all in a ball and paint it green. We want to do what we want but in order to do so, we must have "de niro," "money," "the green," or "the bills." "What is mine is mine and I want more so if you won't give it, I'll take it, in time, what is yours will be mine." And most think that money is the root of all evil, but if you think about it, greed is.

"END"

Even to our death bed, we are never content. WE would say "I wish I had more time." As I see it, we can never be content.

Greed is a part of man. It is the truth. The sad and horrid truth.

humanity

the world has just witnessed the savagery of man.

Call it whatever you may want. Terrorism, heroism, war or whatever. I call It the slow decay of humanity. The attack on the Taj Mahal is not the first nor is it the most savage. But the thought of people killing for something that could be settled if the, oh, so proud leaders would just sit down and talk how to settle their difference. War is not the answer. And to fight oppression with oppression is utterly dumb. One of the gunmen said they were fighting against the oppression based on religious difference and Territorial war that I have no idea how it started.

it's mind boggling how any one would think that making a bigger bang would get everyone to understand their side. it's quite stupid to think that destruction and death of the innocent is noble. they may think that they are doing it for a greater cause which I'm not really sure who's side is the greater cause. I guess it all depends in the point of view, but still, the ends douse not justify the means. they might think that they will be seen as martyrs and heroes as time would pass, but they are and will seen by the kins of their victims as savages and killers.

they will go down in history that feed the cause of two nations to go up in arms to annihilate each other. and I fear it may be the birth of another world war.

so cry.
cry not for the dead for they are heroes.
cry.
cry not for the Taj for it makes it more historical.
cry.
cry not for the scared and orphaned for they will fight evil.
cry.
cry not for trouble for it will only make us stronger.
but cry.
cry for humanity for it is slowly dying.

Savage

"Savage"

"A couple of radio deejays who were engaged in banter suddenly turned solemn and could not find the words to express their shock and revulsion at what had just happened. What had happened was the massacre at Mumbai wreaked by, well, most of the witnesses referred to them as mere “kids” or “boys,” no one possibly older than 25, who went about their business without thought or compunction. At the time the deejays talked about it, the first wave of news was just streaming in, with all its images of carnage and, it seemed at the time, a city in flames.

"True enough, words fail to describe the horror of the event. And even more the kinds of emotions it brings out in us. It was all the two deejays could do to take in the enormity of it. “How can anyone do this?” one of them asked. “It’s just totally mad,” the other replied. And they went on to talk about the utter perversity that informs acts of terrorism. And as acts of terrorism goes, they said, this one ranks high up there.

"You can understand the sentiments. Anyone who saw the news that day, particularly those who have Indian friends or kin in India, would have been speechless at the savageness of it. Some things are simply alien to human conduct, and despite India’s often bloody history and the savage rituals of its arcane cults, a monstrous thing like this happening to it in this day and age boggles the mind. Particularly when India, like China, is well on its way to becoming an economic power to go with its being an ancient civilization.

"Truly you have to wonder how people can be so lacking in human empathy that they can gun down men and women while they go about their daily lives, laughing, loving, wondering what meal they would prepare for their families when they get home. Many of those who died were in the platform of a station waiting for their trains to arrive.

"Horror amid normality, extraordinary mayhem amid ordinary life, the sudden visitation of death amid the fullness of life—all these have been known to happen. Disasters do that. A train wreck, a violent earthquake, or a vicious hurricane, does that. But for human beings to do that, willfully, deliberately, methodically—that is the truly horrific thing about it, the lack of passion or emotion with which the killers killed, like the Nazis gassing the Jews in the gas chambers wondering how many lamp shades they could make with their hides—you stand in absolute disbelief in the face of it.

"Terrorists do the terrifying things to try to send a message to their presumed oppressors. Which is that, “Anything you can do, we can do worse. Any act of atrocity you can commit, we can make more atrocious.” But at the very least, the problem with that logic is that it doesn’t sell with the victims, who are the innocent. It not only doesn’t sell with the kin of the dead, who can only call on heaven to rain upon you the worst evils to be found in hell, it doesn’t sell with the public who cannot possibly find anything in common with you to bind them to, or make them sympathize with, your cause. Acts of terrorism do not weaken the enemy, they strengthen them.

"At the very most, it hides the oppression and atrocity of the enemy by making your own oppressiveness and atrociousness the only thing the world can see. Some acts are just too savage, too unspeakable, for words. The Abu Sayyaf beheads several soldiers, and the world forgets the atrocities of the government in Muslim Mindanao, or indeed the atrocity that is government’s treatment of Muslim Mindanao. And why not? The sight of the headless and mutilated bodies of human beings is a blinding spotlight that turns everything around it dark.
Which is deeply tragic because the oppression and the atrocity of those that stoke the fires of terrorism are very often real enough. Terrorism strengthens its enemy not just physically but morally, by blotting out that enemy’s oppression and atrocity, rendering its enemy free to commit oppression and atrocity anew, this time in the name of fighting the very thing it spawned. An atrocity that is visible will always command the world’s attention while an atrocity that is invisible will always be overlooked. A carnage wreaked barbarically will always horrify while mass murder wrought civilized-ly will always mollify.

"It’s human nature, but a sad commentary on it. Because as has been asked in poetry and song and the wailing of the bereaved, is there really any moral, philosophical, ethical, religious, conceptual, rational, goddamn difference between murder wreaked from the skies, as Graham Nash puts it in a song, and murder wreaked on the ground?

"Murder wreaked from the skies is in fact more mind-boggling in quantity, if not in quality. You do not see the “perps,” as law enforcement agencies call them in movies, nor do the “perps” see their victims (they are just bleeps on the radar screen), but the results of their actions are just as grim, just as blood-spattered, just as inhuman. Just look at the sight of the mothers and fathers sobbing out their grief from the scattered remains of their children after US warplanes bombed out an Iraqi hospital during the first days of the invasion.

"What makes the Mumbai massacre doubly terrifying is the method in the madness, the willful, deliberate and methodical way it was carried out. But as willfulness, deliberateness, and method go, can there anything be more so than the destruction of homes and the annihilation of civilians wrought from decisions made in war rooms, the “perps” armed only with consoles like those to be found in gaming arcades? Yet seeing the one, we are at a loss to find words to condemn it, while not seeing the other, we are at a loss only to find the words to grasp it.

"It is human nature, but truly a sad, sad commentary on it."

-Conrado de Quiros-