#34 2018 Blog “How How How”

“How How How”

We are stamped with intelligence that we may have wisdom… is it wise to be silent when an innocent  child is molested tortured raped, then murdered??? Some says, never confront, dialogue, love can solve it… this is wisdom??? That if i am slapped, my children must bedecked  the evil with garlands in order to avoid further trouble… how deplorable, i don’t believe our loving God would agree … as what is quoted in the holy bible; 

Luke 13:6-9 6Then he told this parable: “A man had a fig tree growing in his vineyard, and he went to look for fruit on it but did not find any. 7So he said to the man who took care of the vineyard, ‘For three years now I’ve been coming to look for fruit on this fig tree and haven’t found any. Cut it down! Why should it use up the soil?’ 8″‘Sir,’ the man replied, ‘leave it alone for one more year, and I’ll dig around it and fertilize it. 9If it bears fruit next year, fine! If not, then cut it down.'”

how how how

my aches my pains

strike like hailstorm

swells my skin

creates ugly pus

then shining teeth mock

shimmers black rocks

paralyse  my spirit.


how how how

can i stay silent

when my pain even for a faint beat

reminds me 

of double blade dagger

lacerating my strings of veins

tender kisses must flow ?

clothe them with songs?

noooooo… evil must be slashed.

These politic-nannies, whose lumped tummy-bulging dollar, lusting for more and more; regarding themselves as approved sanctioned sanctified… their political pernicious lollies blading  me to my slow death-bed.

they are on luxurious blossoms

their seed of culture

is scattered everywhere

sprouting fresh green bleeding blades…

in this sphere, their ecstasy 

is their truculent killing lies

leaving faces of homelessness

famine plague, spoilt unimaginable,

must i keep my intellectual lapses forever?


i say . “love only the good”

hit the evil… dead

valid to become salt statuette  

floats in the midst of violent waves

let the sun the moon the stars

lazer it with penetrating nuclear atoms 

that he suffers all the stings and bites unknown 

then perhaps, oh perhaps, pity may sprout out of me

and beg God to forgive them!


This barbaric breed cannot co-exist with culture… culture is the melting of artistic minds, the expression of rich language of love, the culmination of utopic peace… yet…….

mawada art-a2

how how how

when this kind of culture

has been infected as well

like terminal cancer

where only God’s miracle

can cure it…

we are in a pit of

greed lust envy pride

please Lord save us, though but one is good!


ade caparas manilah

friday 11:02pm 08 june 2018

sydney nsw australia

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s