posted July 02, 2009

Happy Birthday to Friends Forever Joy Ayson Peralta, CPA (June 25)!

Joy, Lotus, ME and Thess at Ratski Timog

A  HEART'S  LAMENT
(Listen, Beloved Infidel)

By: Emil Abad Europa



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           From this incisive authorship is contemplated an expository journal of how, why and what I became because of what and who you
are. The mildewed and carious alliance you spawned by your conspiracy with subjection, and caroused by your transgression of retributive
justice sows the wind whereof you will ultimately reap a storm!
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          You have so wonderfully touched my being that the poverty of 

language is unable to express its due praise for
for you. My reason borrows fancy's wings; my ears are feasted with music from ill-defined nightingales which  close
in the unutterable even tenor of a full concerted piece!

         So, I jostle myself: Why should not love and care unbolt the portals of my heart instead  of  leaving  it  to  be
done by chance? My world takes the spirit of a rainbow whose arch  imbues  the heavens,  fashioned  by  sunbeams
reflected from cloudbursts.

         I stand my resolve with an extravagant conceit of my own  confidence;  I carry myself in  alarming  ignorance
that I rush to meet the crack of 'doom'.

         I love you... I trust you.

         It is too late when I realize that love and trust build up a treacherous and ruthless compound,  for  they  have
turned out to be the twin bearers of my heart's death warrant!

         I condole with solitude while you procure an abundance of flattery, but fail to awaken even a speck of respect
and love for me in your scheming mind. Never has my heart been profound by lies, hypocrisy and dishonesty! Love
and trust can never dwell in suspicion. I would rather you treat me as an equal, caring for me behind pretenses than
enthrone me atop a despicable pedestal of cunning, quackery and deception!

         My tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth. Speech will only delay the pains while you feed and sate your ego
with my anguish...

         The perversion of my homage (due only to the deserving) to the exaltation of  your ravenous  being,  provides
perpetual offense to my redemption. Rambled emotions of love and hate contend within me, devouring whatever  is
left of my residual patience committed to distances. Wherever I turn, sight surveys the genesis of my lapses of sanity.
I feel like a wayward ghostly vessel tottering at sea, being driven in one 

direction by the wind and in the opposite by
the tide. Only by providence and courageous pride am I able to jettison the pains that bring forth a waning day star.

         Finally,  grief gives way to the stern desire of nemesis.  I can no longer tame my  sanity now roving unavenged
among the shades.

         Thus, I vow to infuse deep into your bosom beloved infidel... haughty creature... a passion for some  unworthy
being so that you may reap mortification as great as your exultation and worldly triumphs.

         Would it be possible that I be so rash as to risk so much for a farthing flame like you?

From:  MOTHER  PHILIPPINES

(To corrupt & erring Philippine Politicians, Leaders and other people who have besmirched my image as a nation)

I’M PROUD TO BE A SAN ESTEBANIAN! EBAN NAK! EBAN TAYO! AGBIAG!

 
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