What’s with the weather now? Temperature is supposed to be not frigid as ice. The year is approaching the summer season and air should be with warmth but here am I and as you tilt your head around most people are thick with garments – triple wrap with jacket, blanket and scarf as if winter season did not came to pass.
I’m wondering now when would hot summer takes place. Would it be December of this year, which should be winter? People are confuse. Government is confuse. And, even the weather is ridiculously confuse. Almost nothing remains in order now. Summer becomes winter. Winter becomes summer. Is it God’s direction to nature? Or man’s manipulation that’s utterly leads to confusion?
They said with proof that Haiyan was conjured by an apparatus that manipulated the wind elements that almost erased a previously affluent piece of urban land, now a desolate ghost town. Who made it? Man made it in their pursuit of owning even the climate and eventually cast it as a weapon of mass annihilation.
I now realized that the game I’ve enjoyed in my youth was a preview of what would it be in the future from that day. It’s a game that you are a general. You are the chief – in command. You command tanks, deploy troops, build war factory, barracks, research lab and intelligence infrastructure to attack another empire or country and defend your own. And the most horrifying thing of all is you could give orders to fire a super weapon to vanquish mass of your enemy. Whether it is nuclear firepower, ion cannon and even thunderstorm and lightning. Thunderstorm and lightning? A super weapon? How it becomes an artillery against an adversary when it’s nature in command for it?
Base on my petty belief nobody could anticipate when it will strike and where it will hit. But now… it will be maneuvered to charge and kill.
Sun beacons again
Activate things in hibernation
Push creature back to work
This is what morning introduces us
If there’s no rain these many days
Dew is an alternate
It moist the ground
It quench the thirst
It rejuvenates aura
It perks up spirit
World with life harbouring on it
Is like mechanism with gears.
One gear move together with other gear
When one cease, others desist
Things, beings and every earthlings in trouble
The Almighty shadows
The Almighty empowers
The Almighty replenishes
The Almighty creates
The Almighty is Jesus
The Almighty, a friend to lean on.
When your heart is sere
Your gear is broken
No more chi to expose with
He may be a Jew
Yet, He is everybody’s dew
I’m a guy who’s just beginning to embrace art as another person of my ordinary me. I’m already fond of playing music with my guitar in any genre that sounds not irritating to my ears. Along with it, I wanted to find myself in literary arts and becomes one who writes life events, food review and shares my own insights in life I’m with. I studied the field of hospitality industry that involves hotel operation, customer services, tourism and a bit of culinary arts. I’m now working as a dental insurance consultant who answers inquiry from a client located on the other part of the earth. Yet, I’m still looking for opportunity to study another field at school, whether it be business or arts.
I wanted to hone my blogability for me to make the chemical reaction on my brain – known as idea – to materialize in text. Of course I know that I could just write it on a journal as a diary instead of blogging it. But its more fun that people can put their opinion on it, notwithstanding, the location they are at. A little spur of thought of becoming a writer might grow into passion through blogging.
I consider the world of sumptuous cuisine to become my niche of writing while eating every fibers of it. I would love to give feedback on how it was prepared, where it was originated, who cook it and what ingredients it is compose with.
I would also blog about my everyday blog events, ordinary phenomenon happening within my circumference whether common, tragic and hilarious events. My other consideration for blogging would be insights on some serious matters as well.
I’m calling out food enthusiasts who have a discontented appetite and crave for unusual food trips to share their experiences and let us tastes it.
If this becomes my passion, i would look forward to contribute my own voice in writing to any websites and magazines.
Sun where are you?
You’re supposed to light us
When we’re active for a living
Is it your fault?
Or we just chose this to?
We are below the bright light
That replaces you
But nutritious heat from you is missing.
Our skin is dry as cold desert
Moist clogs beneath our skin.
Stagnant like ice which makes me shiver
Am I in the artic? Antarctic?
North Pole? South Pole?
I need energy from your heat now.
Not later. I’m working now.
I would hibernate later.
Scribble whatever your mind is telling you. Mind can tell stories which has never been told yet. It could choose to see what others fail or just refuse to see.
It could make you a geek philosopher whose eyes extract wisdom even from a morning star in your eyes to a yellow submarine in a septic ditch.
It could summon creatures which never existed in any ages ago. It could customized a species in your own preference like giant ants with human head; a lady who cries with tears of ketchup; a man with a head of a rice cooker – creatures of fancy or hilarity.
It could trigger your emotion as if there were strings attached, either you laugh or you cry
It could hum new set of melodies which nobody have sung yet.
It can contrive stuff with human-like intelligence even from scraps of plastic and metal.
Bottomless inks for limitless thought that springs.