weep beside my casket
but don't let your tears
linger on the glass ...
let it drench the earth
already littered with bones
fertilizing the rising crop of
steadfast fists and militant hearts...
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Sticky sugar violently stirred round and round the couldron ... flames gnashing at the pit cooking the dark brown concoction into perfection. A definite Filipino dessert. Kalamay-hati ... like my words, my offering of odes and prose to the world ... my eclat, my voice of triumph and desolation ...
LUNANGON
There's a lot of things to know .. as there's a lot of things to be changed. A passive mind needs to be de-constructed. Apathy needs to be torched. To know is to transform. And to write is already to choose which side you want to be on.
