wave of sorrow

wave of sorrow
u2

heat haze rising
on hell's own hill

you wake up this morning
it took an act of will
you walk through the night
to get into day
to bring your children
to give them away

oh, oh this cruel sun
is daylight never done
cruelty just begone
to make a shadow of everyone

and if the rain came
and if the rain came now

souls bent over without a breeze
blankets on burning trees
im sick without disease
nobility on it's knees

and if the rain came
and if the rain came now
would it wash us all away
on a wave of sorrow
wave
on a wave of sorrow

without the holy cities
where the ancient holy scrolls
where now emperor Mendek (sorry not sure if that's right tw)
and queen of Sheeba's gold

you my bride, you wear her crown
and on your finger precious stones
as every good thing now been sold

son, of shepherd boy, now king
what wisdom can you bring
what lyric would you sing
where is the music of the seraphim
and if the rain came
and if the rain came now
would it wash us all away
on a wave of sorrow
wave
a wave of sorrow
wave...

blessed are the meek scratching the dirt
but they shall inherit what's left of the earth
blessed all the kings that left their thrones
they're buried in the valley of dry bones

blessed all of you with an empty heart
you got nothing from which you can't part
blessed is the ego
it's all we got this hour

blessed is the voice that speaks truth, truth speaks to power
blessed is the sex worker who sold her body tonight
you had used what you got
to save your children's life

blessed are you, the deaf cannot hear your scream
blessed are the stupid who can dream
blessed are the tin can cardboard slums
blessed is the spirit that overcomes

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This is U2's Version of the Sermon at the Mount.
For the video. Pls. view it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqzuZNuTpGo

Repeatations!

When we collide, we break, We break ============== mind the right action... hence it begets right re-action! when all else failed just keep your profound silence... as your serenity and tranquility amidst confusion and deception ‘cause in the end… your still you no matter what… however stubborn you maybe… it is still your tears will wash you away… shattered as you are… it will keep you whole again… and have the courage to say I love being me…

( this is from my friendster blog: http://onebukidnun.blogs.friendster.com/onebukidnon/)

Roller Coaster Series!

Life is like a roller coaster! Metaphorically this is a hard fact. Is this a synthetic reality? Or this is just a natural course of events germinating from our own actions, decisions and “divine” interventions i.e. if there are such things. Maybe yes, maybe no! I am not an absolutist and relativist in the extreme sense of the word, anyway. I just want to live my life the way my conscience dictates; the inner voice that is silently screaming, protesting, wailing, weeping and wanting to be free. I might sound so pathetic, but that’s what I feel. By the way, what it means to be free? Have you been free? Lately? How about in the past? These questions even lingered into my abyss, the void within. I can’t say it’s the self that confronts the question. I guess its my brain that is functioning in manner that it has to be functioning. I’ve got no choice, because if I have then I am not now in my desk, in front of this idiot box scrabbling, hitting each keys in the keyboard tying to make sense these words that I am typing; a group of letters bond together to form a word or phrase or sentence, thus, as logicians, mystics rhetoric, philosophers and social institutions claimed, can convey meaning. How? Again and again, I goes back to where I started. Its like Sisyphus pushing a stone on top of the mountain and does it all over and over again. Absurd!


Was it really was? Absurd? Maybe it so. How can you tell the difference between black or white if your blind, or have no prior knowledge of its entities, or if your from the planet Mars? For some blacks are white, whites are blue, blue is the sea, sea is salty, salty are the tears, tear are sweet and sweet is the love that you gave to the one you care for. And all of us are in the worlds of gray. Funny! What’s the connection? Hard to tell again, but it only takes a risk to connect. I guess, in my case I just have to stand head over hills to do it. Reality, truth and validity takes a point of view. I only mirrors the confusion within to the world and goes back within; an absurdity with a sense. Like a roller coaster ride!


Have you tried to consider the thought of these: Why the whites man calls the black men black while they more brown than black, or the black man calling the white man white while they are more pinkish than white? And why only black and white? Haven’t we, from all sane civilizations have “created” colors in a wide range? How about the red, the yellow and the blue? Oh, am I making sense? I guess. Or I am just jumbling letters joined them together to make sense out of this nonsense. Is it really nonsense? If you’ll be reading this and find it amusing, I’ll be happy. If you find this distasteful, because you’re a logician or a social scientist, my apology, I am just being me. I am your product. And I am Guilty. If you find this meaningful, then welcome to the asylum of the inner prison cell of social censorship. You will find yourself lock up because they can’t billions of green money from our entrails; you and me are inexpendeble. Or if you may, you and me, in this whole God-Dammed World of plastic wares, we are both disposable. So, don’t have the grand illusion that you are on the top of the rubbles. As for me I am just a tiny specks rusting or oxidizing the mighty pillars of our institutions. What are you? Pseudomonas putida; a Styrofoam eating bacteria. As for me I’ll maintain that I am Fe2O3.nH2O.

Roller Coaster Series!

life is like a roller coaster...

Life is a Roller Coaster? I guess it is hardly a statement of facts or a question begged. Is it fairly logical? For "philosophist," they would claim, especially the analytics, the supposed UP-to-date school of thought in philosophy, it could be neither logical truth-value nor tautologies. As with other "Old" school of thought, you’ll end up in a countless philosophical analyzes, thus, as for simple confused minded brat, you’ll end up having complex personality aimed at Utopian romanticism, that there is a place that you know somewhere which is the actualization of your own paranoia; being a rebel of an old cause shrouded with doubts, angst, terror and anger married with morbid existentialism. Anyway, what’s the relation between the worlds of Ideas or the worlds of Forms; the essential, abstract and non-material entity? By the way, this golden Greek term of Ideas and Form is the manifestation of the world of Eidos, where, everybody ends up in Platonic love, in the Platonic heaven. If it is so, what a relief?


Or if we invoke the mighty psychologist and be psycho analyzed, by way of Freudian psychology, you might end up in an asylum for the politically correct, but psychologically deviant prison cells, thus, trying to find cure of your inner confusions and paranoia that you have a distaste for sex, that you have greater control of your drunk and unconscious mind, impulses and, desires and aggressions. Freud maintains that motivating force or psyche of a person is the libido; a psychic energy that governs your "self," and that this psychic energy is metaphorically akin with an iceberg, where 10% is the only visible of the whole thing. No wander why Titanic sunk by an iceberg. "Know thy enemy first before thou whilst strike." I guess, General Sun Tzu, will teach us these ancient wisdom. And no wander why we can’t conquer our "selves" too. Maybe P. Diddy’s gangsta skew fits in:

Think you know me
But you don't know really know what I mean
You say I take it too deep
You think you know me
But you don't really know who I am.


Let’s get it on! Analyze this! And be my guest. If you do, then welcome to this roller coaster ride of life. Let’s get confused and be swayed by the bends and waves of events that governs life’s course of action, where determinists and indeterminists copulates into your own Eidos to irk a synthetic world, a utopia, of your disturbed and mystified mind, actualized in your own chaotic state of affairs, heralding a destruction of essential institutions, which edify covert mêlée aimed at the obliteration of the "kind" of its own making; the sort of creatures and brutes that resulted from institutional experimentations, divulging its "antagonistic" concoction of the bitter pill of distaste, dissatisfactions, rage, anxiety, and terror. A creature, which will be heralded from "The Island of Dr. Moreau" from where the Chimeras will resound, the last trumpet, proclaiming the prophetic outcry of the end of humanity and its civilization, thus, mirroring the dawn of the glorious days of the human-beast and inviting us to "get up, get down with the sickness".

Morbidity is a disease, and morbidity as a disease is contagious. Beware! Our leaders, social scientists, and institutions are experts on this craft, easing you like riding a roller coaster. :)