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A Halloween Tale: Forsaken

Here I am at the top to the hill alone and howling at the moon while the hooded clouds disappear like wraiths from lord of the rings giving ways to the new crescent moon. The wind blows searching for merciful release from the clutches of the dark sky. At the edge of my vision, I could see shadows of birches dancing to the mournful cry of the wind, which reminds me of the poem of Robert Frost. I am lying peacefully on my back with my arms stretched out staring at the sky, quietly except for the sorrowful howling wind. I smiled as I turn my head to see my hands clutching the dull cold green grass as I pulled it out from the ground. Suddenly, I feel the pain erupted from my neck. There I see a face as pale as ivory smiling against the blackness of the night. Twin orbs of deepest sapphire staring at me with partly opened lips dark red as a Burgundy wine. Long blond hair like silk of corn frame her face. Her naked form as white as the new moon in the midnight sky straddling me and smiling. I felt her breasts brush against my bare chest. She closes her eyes and bites her lower lip and she moans. Sharp glistening fangs emerge from her lips speckled with my blood. In the darkest, deepest recesses of my mind, something screams. Yet, it is drowned as waves of ecstasy washes over me. The pure horror of pain and wonder draw pleasure to my loins as she moves. She arches her back and digs her sharp fingernails into my chest drawing my warm blood as it flow into the ground, I releases and burst into her my waves of pain and ecstasy. A silent cry of anguish and pleasure escapes my lips. And she cries out into the hallowed moon shattering the stillness of night, a cry of pure ecstasy from drawing my blood fulfill her own darkest desires. I buckle and she rides me like Seabiscuit and in nightmarish speed she plunges those fangs again deep into my neck draining all my strength away. She disappears like a speed of light. The clouds descend with disappointment and try to touch my face in terror. Unimaginable horror surfaces and I groan and scream. The angry moon appears and poised like a sharp knife and then it plunges to my heart. And then the midnight sky released a sweet merciful cry of anguish. Further away, I see trees outlined in lighter gray against the horizon. I remain lying on the soft grass. In the stillness of the night, I smiled for I was enchanted by the dark. And now, I know I would never see a sunrise or sunset ever again.

Franken Food

Today, most of the food available in supermarkets has been genetically engineered. It is estimated at about 70 percent of corn and soy sold the grocery stores in United States and Canada are Genetically Modified. Scientist can impart desired genetic characteristics by splicing genetic segments of one species into the genes of another. This genetic intrusion could never occur in naturally. The odds are great that we consumed these food everyday without knowing. With no long-term studies conducted as to the effects on safety and the impact on our environments, we are the guinea pigs! The controversy continues.

Writings from a Journal

Inside of Me

Lost and confused inside from the nothingness of me
Hollow and alone and down on my face asking for forgiveness
Screaming from all the wounds and praying on my knees
Begging for strength and waiting for God’s grace

Let me take back my life
Release me from this empty space
I cannot hold any longer this inside strife
Take away this poison lace

Sometimes it does not make any sense at all
I’m helpless in this darkness quest
I let my self get lost inside when it calls
To numb away the pain in my chest

I want to stand up and take the blame
And move forward to make a change
For years and years I want to end this game
Somehow I’m stuck because of my shame

I want to break away, I want to feel, I want to heal
But paralyzed of the unknown
Afraid by the pain of the ordeal
For I know I am alone

I hated what I took that became part of me inside
Clinging to me like stars in the sky
And in my thought and in my soul it glides
For I will take it until I die

(Madrid, Spain)

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Deconstructing You

Sometimes, I pause and drift away and just start thinking and soon enough I begin to believe that I am far more complicated, unique and weird than I am actually are and I take an inordinate solace in thinking that there are people who actually understand and appreciate my complexity and uniqueness in character.

Since the very beginning we always been told, in fact countless times, that each of us is a unique individual and seemingly, it’s a satisfactory resolution to our very own doubts and insecurities about ourselves. We are bombarded with images of commercialism from the day we are born and instilling expectations of who we are and what we are going to be, even when we are still inside the womb. For generation and generation we undergo this process dedicated on figuring out how to fit in by standing out. Most of the time we find it difficult and sometimes we wonder if this is just a dream, figuring out our own uniqueness and not merely a substitute for living a real life. The good and bad things about this tale is the fact that sometime in our lives, we must accept and support our uniqueness, no matter how strange, awkward or weird that quality may be. Maybe, it is in our strength that we do not flinch away from this aspect of our personalities. But somehow we turn bizarre behavior into the stuff of adorable idiosyncrasy and create this character without compromising our identity, as a complex and sometimes unlikable person. We often fantasize and dream of being confident, comfortable and fearless but somehow we cannot bring this to happen in real life. Soon enough we quickly discover that the most difficult obstacle we face are those we create… ourselves! This is more often to be the case in real life. We sometimes create identity contradictory to our own true emotions to elevate ourselves. Often adding different dimensions that sometimes we may not even understand but we recognized it as our own.

The amount of my creativity and obliviousness to my surroundings sometime render my reality somewhat a dream but often a nightmare. While making my real world painfully real but most often times I overcompensate it in my dream world which most of it are born out of half-truths, hopes and a realized worst fears. This connection sometime operates on a childlike level of simplicity and complicity and I often misrepresented as misunderstood geniuses. Meanwhile, my elusive true self keep wandering around, still looking inside hoping that people accept my complexity, weirdness and uniqueness.

Writings from a Journal

Circumstantial Consequences

Crawl inside my head
And I will tell you the secrets that I know
Look into my eyes before I disappear
So you could see infinity becoming unclear

I ran and hide and tell myself
Everything here inside is out of control
I am on the edge of the earth
And falling into oblivion
Trying to escape from the night of despair

Welcome to my universe
The changing sky
Is falling apart
I could no longer find my voice
Lost forever in this great divide

This is another place in another time
Where the night is searching for a sign
I’m looking for a new religion
Violent surge took away the friends I’ve known
Carried down and flush away by my fear and pain
There’s nothing left for me to mourn except myself

Can you hear me still
Are you listening
I’m in my head, spinning
Entangled under the burning sun
Of circumstantial consequences