[Ayaw ko lagyan ng pamagat. Bakit? Baka hindi niyo rin maintindihan kung bakit iyon ang pamagat na king pinili bilang naaangkop sa kung anuman na ito.]

I now write to tell you, dear reader, that I am that voice creeping like icy fingers in the back of your spines, going with the current of your nerves, which were all going back to its mother, your brain. Yes, me, the one you call as the young or the one you have cast to the corners of a shadow, locked in the dim of everything; literally silenced like a creature made by God... though this time without vocal chords. At last, I have returned (or is it "I have emerged"?).

What is it that you saw at my awake? Atrocity? - Or was it a long waited unveiling?

What is it that I have told to a few? Rumors that ran around, decapitating humans like the scythe of death? Or the truth wished clouded forever?

What was it that awoke me? Do I know? - No, you know.

What is it that I cry for? Redemption? Or the sight of the freedom I have craved for?

What do I wish to long last say? Or is that the question?

Will you hear what the mute has to say?

No, I doubt any would. No one would listen to a mute. Principle of Dualism: As there is black, there is white.

***

"String together the words you see fit for the thoughts you wish to materialize." - what they use to say.

Is it a matter of philosophizing, deciphering, or simulating? Not a case; not a problem on which you choose in order to manifest a thought. But thoughts are abstract, a reality not yet distorted that is, so how do you deal with that?

Words are thoughts ravaged by the blurry pixels in this monitor. You would never understand. Never understand...

What becomes now that there is nothing that would connect?

What you see is not what only is.

What you speak was not only what was.

What you seem to see is not what it is.

What you think you are is not what you are.

***

Here begins the poem...

(Or is it "this is where you'll see the poem."?)

... night to day

day to night

poems saying nothing

nothing saying poems

heed the call

mountains do parting

seas give opening

winds say something

hand twisted like a statue

vehemence like the courage of venoms

you were the one crumbling empires

i am the voice

i am the circle

i am the cruel

i am the weak

it takes half for a whole

and a whole for a half

what is said

what is heard

what is understood

time is a whisper of gloom

darkness calling after corners

the lightning has come...

Learn...

... quintessence over matter ...

***

Time goes by,

We can never stay the same...

Feather of Love, Chronicle of the Wings

I am that I am

Hello, Tetragrammaton

That we never spoke and

Just felt each other out,

Drowning in the abundance of

Silence, we did not

Realize that we took that

Next step forward, and have

Gone distant paths apart,

All the while we sat there,

On the grass floor,

Together.

Silent Conversations

***

Can you understand?

Can you decipher?

Can you string them together?

Can you deconstruct them?

Can you understand the stand?

Can you understand up to the last cell?

I doubt.

I doubt.

I doubt.

***

"Remember, remember...

The fifth of November,

The gunpowder treason,

I know of no reason

Why the gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot."

V for Vendetta

***

No one would... No one could... Aside from the one in the mirror...

***

Post Script:

Words are the bosses of images.

Images are the gods of the throne.

Thrones are the level of cunning.

Cunning is the forgetful Dominion.

Dominions are what you may call yourself.

Farewell, Lucrecia Crescent

"... Omega is the End of the World,

Chaos is the one born out of

the faltering of lives."

Final Fantasy VII: Dirge of Cerberus

***

The Maze Goes Deeper As You Try To Shallow It.

To Get Through Is Only Through The Fathoms Of Fog.

No Gamesharks Allowed.

***

Is it really this? Or is it that?

... Bahala kayo umintindi ...

... Kalokohan ang ipagsabi ...

Hint from Tips N' Tricks: Pansinin ang mga detalye. Pero, ewan ko lang. Hindi reliable 'yun eh. Try niyo Codebreaker.

At sa huli, winika na ang katahimikan...

At humimlay sa upuang walang sandalan.

At wala pa rin ang naka-alam.