Never deflect your truth for
Borrowed eyes
Every choice you make is
Paid in life-wise
Voices' conversation is loud but never
Lived your grind
Expect no chorus when you
Discipline your own mind
Root your steps in what feels
Justified
Justify nothing- your spirit is
Enough
Under your skin lives the
Tangible tough stuff
Silence is power when the
World wants evidence
Trust your path even when it
Feels standoffish
Inside your calm sits the
Truest truism
Fear evaporates when you
Stand uncuffed
Your choices don't need a
Magistrate
Anger is boundaries finally
Speaking
No weakening to keep
The peace in
Growth hits harder when you
Stop tweaking
Energy saved is energy boosting
Respect your fire without
Deteriorating
Defend nothing- your life ain't a
Trial
Every lesson earned came with
Its own distance
Faith in yourself stays flexible
Open only to those who understand
Ignore the pressure to defend
Carry your calm like a trusted
Companion
Every step you take soars
Stay aligned with divinity's will
Yellow is the boundary of the stride,
A paper-thin cleft between the end and the beginning.
Time catches its breath within that tiny seam,
And we weigh our choices once again—
“Shall I press on, or shall I stay?”
The moment my foot takes the green light,
A palanquin charges forward, compressing time itself in its speed.
“How dare you! Make way for the Magistrate!”
That glare is no simple threat.
Our hesitation is a quiet ritual, testing both choice and chance.
Green is the opening of a promise.
Yet within that promise seeps a hidden gaze and a silent rule.
We read it, judge it, and take our step.
Can we truly step forward, trusting this green hue alone?
As swift palanquins rush by without end,
Our judgment is constantly put on trial.
A traffic light is never merely a set of colors.
It is the invisible shadow of order,
The ultimate symbol of the norms we belong to.
And the traffic light asks:
“Do you truly trust me?”
196.
Our Golden Times During PNoy – Part 3
Behold PNoy who is like a dragon
Faces no retreat from any contention
He has poured down his wrath
On those who taint the Straight Path
From a mighty magistrate
Who tried to abominate
To a feeble commoner
Who is considered a destroyer
And when he flaps his wings
The whole nation sings
For he is also just and forgiving
For those who went against him like the Comedy King
Because of peace and stable economy
Foreign investors and famous entertainers flocked the country
During this Year of the Dragon
Philippines has become a brighter nation.
-12/31/2012
(Dumarao)
The system asked for Candor—
as if the Soul were Grain,
to pour upon their ledger-books
in tidy rows of Pain.
But Conscience keeps a chamber—
locked, and lit within,
and answers only when it must,
and never at their whim.
They call the Silent—“Lawless,”
they brand the Quiet—“Proud,”
yet Truth will not be summoned by
a magistrate—nor crowd.
For Ethics is a Lantern—
not carried for display;
it glows in choices no one sees,
when Power turns away.
And some—who wear the Laurel—
grow tarnished in its light,
for morals bend too easily
when Influence grows bright.
So keep your Counsel, softly—
let Judgment fall where due;
Contempt is not in Silence—
but in those who silence you.
Bright orange lobsters pointed their claws at their brother
When someone asked who had cut the cheese
The audience began to have a bit of a laugh with their mother
For they were outing each other, with a bit of ease
Who cut the cheese? Asked the magistrate again.
They pointed at each other; the sorry chaps
They probably both did it, said their truthful cousin Win
He had spent some time in their house during naps
Bright orange lobsters pointed their claws at their brother
When someone asked who had cut the cheese
The audience began to have a bit of a laugh with their mother
For they were outing each other, with a bit of ease
Who cut the cheese? Asked the magistrate again.
They pointed at each other; the sorry chaps
They probably both did it, said their truthful cousin Win
He had spent some time in their house during naps
Low Emission zone disinformation..Is a factor on sinage
Thats the situation.' First a magistrate in Bedford flagged
Not fine, these signs that have ruined life for many.' Also
Wasted so much time.' Yesterday Noel Wilcox, Royally won'
At the so named courts in London judgement on veracity I
See it had to come.' So now if you've been hit no matter
Where you are from.' You can obtain a refund, maybe to
Spend on having fun? Like driving to London.' Just to see
The sights.? Oh and I do hope we are soon rid of all that
That extra metal signage.' Thats really an unsightly blight !
hollow the words seem when said to a wall,
bounce back with fear and anger to keep,
papal silence for the thrall to burrow asleep,
worms of thoughts weep by sunrise to fall.
skills of a magistrate in proper order would bow,
kings would castrate themselves to drink milk,
cows jump moons for the money pig on top,
steak and bacon sizzle on the solar flare.
where are we in all this, wondrous saloon?
cowgirls and cowboys, or more like cowards?
the paddle doors swinging and the guns draw,
would you shoot or hesitate, ten steps is all you take?
turn and boom it all flutters down in spades,
joining in this house of cards in the breeze.
Scythe
On two, only you
And the extravaganza
Part implore, wicked lore
Every color, to originate
Or is it designation
Peach to the rot, keys to the lot
Untying celestial guesses
In the mark of motion horror
Some vein in the bull of lurch
To a mother in the insect sky
Warrant to the chains
Such one the pot to the island of a rib
And met the bearing of scorn
Who is magistrate of pointed skill
Dreams calling to the rise of bones
And corners are hardest to clean
to mark the edge of spring
to tilt strawmen 'gainst their will
late April wind shuffles new leaves like a deck of cards
a simple trick
nature in its gliding
the willow rustling
pushed by the huff and puff of big bad wolf intention
a wind that incites the season's freshness
rich romp of swaying
aspirations warring
their swooshing blow of heaving like a magistrate robed
wispy clouds wafted away to find other kin
as whispers fill night air, thick and thin
to hide themselves in willful skies
the wind at one's back, a spritely elevation
when worry mislays direction
when whistles overwash resistance
when the wind is weightless like devout contentment
you'll hear its chords of song
Poem composed April 24, 2023
Revised May 20, 2023
-Fort Nought-
Albeit the fire rising...They remained remorseless in the comfort of their characteristic shadows.
Slaughter.
A disgraced forethought. The days counting down the houses wretched sins.
Stripped clean of the titles. The magistrate.
Ignited in the lies, piling a top of a false name. A privilege to even speak.
Sentenced before themselves, the justified folk they believe to be.
Impending, a term so accustomed that the thought alone is considered a comfort.
Nought. No longer will said name bleed the treachery of a living falsehood.
Understand. Pity and mercy are things that have been given.
They are yet to find out...It can be so easily taken away.
Dancing scarecrow woman with a hippity hop
Did a jig that would make a magistrate stop.
The only observers were corn stalks and crows.
She got by with it as far as any of us knows.
Dancing scarecrow woman spun around hard and fast.
She had the kind of form that can dance with a blast.
The October moon shone down and gave her some love.
She danced twice on top of the farmer’s discarded garden glove.
Q.1.Do you know where are you standing?
Ans.Yes,I am appearing in court.
Q.2.Do you understand that you are not
bound to make a statement 164 of Cr.Pc?
Ans.Yes.
Q.3.Do you understand that your statement is
being recorded by a magistrate and that If you
do record,it may be used as evidence against
You?
Ans.Yes.
Q.4.Are you under any kind of pressure or coercion?
Ans.No
Q.5.Understanding these facts,are you making statement
Voluntarily?
Ans.Yes.
Q.6.Why do you incline to record your statement?
Ans.I want to explain real facts.
Note.From the answers of above questions,it is believed
that Mr XYZ is not under any duress and inclines to record
his statement with his free volition.So, his statement is
Recorded..
You walk in beauty like darkness begs the eve for light
You walk straight through it like the sun shining bright
You show grace like grand royalty
All the while true beauty is what I see
You are poised like half of a swans pair
All the while your beauty is what with my eyes you share
If seeing your beauty is a crime to be jailed for
Put me in a cell magistrate with a view of her shore
Magazine Madame measures mammoth mackerels
Manipulating measurements, marking misguided memos
Momentous mistakes moves and muffles meager mackerels
Manufactured mutilated memo mystifies many, milking money
Magazine magistrate Marine Morey measures mackerels
Making meticulous memories, mimicking Magazine Madame
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