The Drug Lord

There is much talk in the Philippines about the list of civilian drug protectors and drug lords. One person from Cebu denies he is the person that was publicly announced by the president as a top drug lord. His defence is that there are hundreds of people with the same name as him.

This is all I can say. Of the hundreds of people who share your name, why is it you that has been singled out? Why is it you in particular that is being talked about? I wonder.

Like this local personality. He has long been rumoured to be a drug financier. It has long been talked about in hushed tones. But now, everyone is openly talking about him, that his name is in the PNP list. He denies it now of course, now that people openly discuss his links. His brother in law says he is only guilty by association because a business partner of his is a brother of one of the top 3 alleged drug lords of the country.

Is it a coincidence that 15 years ago when the ordinary people in our city do not even know this alleged drug lord from Cebu, that people were already linking this local personality to the drug industry?

Where there is smoke there is fire? Although sometimes smoke does not necessarily mean there is a fire. Sometimes smoke is just smoke.

What Do You See?

What do you see when you see me dance?

What do you feel when you see me without societal restraints?

Do you see the private me that I hide from the world?

Do you feel the emotions I keep in check when I deal with the world?

Do you see me any less when you see me dance?

Do you feel you are cheated when you see the real me?

This is me. This is how I top up my cup of life.

Only you. Because I trust you. Because we are the two.


All this PC liberal stuff sometimes make me want to just withdraw from humanity. These PC people can be so cruel.

I have to control these unpopular thoughts. If I have nothing good to say, i had better zip it.

Sorrow is my Friend

I do not fear sorrow. I have realized that she is my friend. For reason i do not know, i have always thought of sorrow as female. So when i read Frost’s poem, My November Guest, it spoke to my soul.

My friend visits once in a while and she will always be welcome when she does because I know she will not abuse our friendship. When she does visit, i spend time with her, entertain her and share her silences. I see the beauty in her being. And while it may not be a typical fun filled energy filled visit, it is emotionally filling and satisfying. My friend does not overstay her welcome. She leaves when it is time. And when she does leave, there is no rejoicing on my part. But there is a feeling of wholeness like your soul has been filled. And your life is richer for making you see what lies in you, what you are capable of.

There are days that remind me of her visits. In the oddest of times. It used to be cloudy slightly windy days but i realized that i remember her fondly on quiet days when i am alone.

Sorrow is not to be afraid of. There is beauty in her presence. There is beauty in that which she touches if you choose to open your senses. Welcome her, you will find that she is a caring friend.

My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walked the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise
Robert Frost