True Blue Capital (Sacramento Sweet, California Capital)

From my grandma’s place we traveled with my cousins to Sacramento. In a grey day of the absent sun; it never fails me with an idea that sun can be a mechanical invention created by someone really powerful or trended by the weather channel; and yet there is no definite unequivocal theory on who’s making weather pattens be realistically, unforgiving or lovely, there is one certain truth that can never be denied that Mother Nature is single and very available; in many given ways of creative logic I perceived the moody spots with occasional rain-showers as internal reaction to humanities disregard of its own surrounding or its continuous control over its suppose natural flow.

In most cities when grey foggy clouds take over, some people go beyond their patterns; rare to moderate cases of these people. Go outskirts and make love beyond the uncertainly of a sunny holiday or a less stressful break from the tensions of the urban; especially that major corporations tend to apply austerity measures on human resource; sustainable or not, only the ‘going to healthy’ economy can tell.

Although it can be contested that the reality of personal choice can be in so many ways be generalist in manner; like if most people think in the same pattern; it becomes a consensus of truth; as the many is simply a lot and the few are nothing but humble. I remain to believe that it is not by manipulating thoughts that make one absolute or indispensable; it is when one believes truly on its own being that the truth of good and bad becomes a mere reflection of everyday struggle and not a hit or miss lucky chances; figuratively speaking it is not by the supremacy of faith nor religion that makes one above everyone else; freedom is one gift Which, makes individuality less abrasive and fearful; being less defensive on the expectation of reoccurring history is healthy.

Visiting California’s capital with wonderful city lights at night, understated weather, sandwiched by beautiful people, devoured by the affordable eat-all-you Japanese restaurant, doubts of boredom suddenly changed my curious mind; no wonder the City of Sacramento has deleted my suburban confusion of fear that I’ll be in danger of something beyond my control. Then I realize ‘this is the United States of America the land of the free and the brave.’ I am not even a citizen, but the feeling of my dream for every nation can be sorted in a simple conclusion, give others what they deserve and vise-versa; then freedom flows like an infinite flame of fire with a running spring of undying spirit of hope; as responsibility becomes a natural nature of everyone and not a cultivated culture out of fear but rather of love.

Tie a Yellow Ribbon on a Grey Hound.

In the psychology of colors; they say yellow is the color of cowardice, returning to soldiers and light. In the most societies where archeology is just basically a manner of self-actualization of nature's own purest thought of what is natural and just. It can perceived as darkness of something unknown or simply humility. Regardless of how modern democracies fight to up-left its race and trample down another; it is not them who is winning but the darkness that they allow within.

I'm leaving Manila on the 22 of August with a yellow dream that rainbow will guide him towards a better perspective of managing a very diverse nation. Although in my naive conception of certain realities; I can't fight my hopeful spirit that peace will dance its way into a better manner of natural weather.

As my family becomes a mere reflection of what is the daily business; I offer my exile that they will be one and united as a strong Filipino family. I will go to the land of the free to learn more and offer it to the less privileged to understand the meaning of art and its connection to the realities of harmony; as green & grey being the natural intellect, red and white as emotional stability, blue as eternal wisdom, violet as the as the appropriations committee and yellow as the banner of light to the world who has less of it.

There is only one wish I just hope will be kept when I am away; that my little humble green house and my loved room be sealed and untouched; as my dream of innocence can be achieved not in moments time but in learning further history of truth.

I wish today will be a cool and sunny day, with scattered rain showers of a lovely Sampagita scent as we all celebrate one hero who gave up everything for love of country and of state.

It's just me, so please stop.

In the spectrum of greatest hits in the late 1970's one of the most common revival are songs that go beyond the meaning of a late bloomer or the Bon Jovi song like 'It's just me baby' in common version be double sandwich worth a dine or simply a darling beyond the book of dreams. Horizons of new composition amazed not only the starting 'peg of rolling stones kind of rocking' though in the arena of the beast new denominations shall go beyond the appreciation of grey as sad or dull; it can be a double dip flavored coating of great inspiration once tasted on the virtue of passion and lusty love for being just simply there for others who needs a justified heat noise. PEACE remains in the tune of the beer I'm enjoying while listening to rolling stones new album.

My Idea of Fun

In retrospective of the 90's era of super authors citing one of my favorite authors Will Self in his book "My Idea of Fun" blue with white feathers hit my unconscious being like I need to drink a cup of tea while having a expresso or maybe a belgian chocolate; then I ask my self maybe I am just bratty enough to just be simply be concerned with my self and my self alone. In perspective of past pains; my parents charitable works of art; cunning yet overflowing with innocence of love in a unconscious effort to please the needy and depress the rich; comparatively speaking our family story is beyond the animation or any short of fear or fantasy pieces of art. Like Will Self his writings in an elitist form of thinking is simply cappuccino with truffles -sarap to the bones- but for the middle class it can be simply one mental case of ADHD or maybe a simple trying hard case of a social climber; let me not touch the class I fear will stone me in Malls while eating at food court. Sana they will allow me to love them.

The book fascinates my imagination for quality time to one-self just for even in the darkness of my imagination and un-controlled love for freedom and its wild perception of reality. Maybe egocentric authors will love me or maybe they will just allow me to be loved by others beyond the concern of just being alive or dead; in which the dilemma of truth becomes truly a mirror of oneself.

I recommend people to be opened minded and allow God and its given freedom of choice to subscribe to the free return of innocence for when true love is just nothing but a free enterprise she works in wonders. Read the book or not just believe there is enough room up there and it's a matter of choosing which level to rent or buy; just don't forget to love others unconditionally.

PEACE!

What's it all about Alfie?

In the many splendor of the symbiotic existence of Love, the imperative diabolical fight for survival of many civilizations has come into many expressions that in so far as humanities love for love and domination is simply just illogical. In essence I've ask God about the true meaning of Love and as far as I hear it and answer is from the song 'Alfie' by Kieko Lee. It struck to remind me that love exist because without it the whole creation will be worthless, dry, jaded and unfamiliar. Yet the gift of Love in so many directions possible has not only eluded the uncertainties of the human psyche but has come to enveloped it with the color of undefined everyday prevalence; which is fact is exciting than the regular everyday sweetness that is just simply simple.

In todays generation of dreamers have the young forgot the real essence of Love beyond the physicality of touch and emotional bondage? Thus the reality of love prevail in existence of the few or of the many? Questions in my mind that hunts my everyday imagination 'that Love simply is just me, you and we.' In general if we just simply allow love to shine within without judgement; I suppose everything will be less complicated. As Senator Meriam Defensor said and I quote 'Sophomoric' which means in lay-mans term freshman. Even at times she hurts my little dream of being just simply me 'I still have the heart to love her because she simply herself too.

Today, and for the coming weeks, I will be amongst those who will continue to dream and hope for the best of the many Filipinos around the world whom deserve the best; which is Love and Love and Love and maybe a little cherry on the top.