~~~Balik sa Dagat Bangka Journey ~~~~

releasing pent up energies, wish to lock myself in a room and cry out but these fire eyes only fill with dried up crustiness, helpless feelings lead to gaining a few pounds unable to cope with the absurdity and craziness of family feuds. the pain is so visible all around the northern icebergs melt more and more. i can’t help but wonder as christian devotees many around here are and yet one of their ten commandments, love thy neighbor, is violated daily with biting, harsh tones to building concrete walls with round wires dividing the umbilical connection. where is the love? it is not an island of paradise but more like a battle between warring countries where actual mothers and granddaughters are fighting. how sad indeed for the future generations, the children of today suffer, innocence caught in the middle of the mess. i weep with tearless cries, so deep is the pain, ancestral trees covered with cheap ugly paint, an invisible wall divides us kin, feeling helpless in the matters, i wish for the tears to flow like a cool and crisp waterfall, wish for good things to come, wishing love prevails. rain rain don’t go away, come and flush away the pain. rain rain come again flush away the pesky mosquitoes.  island rain island rain come again and flush away the pain.