Wake of the Aftermath

I'm at the wake of the aftermath.
Steel arrows and sawed swords carved through magnificent shields.
I feel the burning wood beneath me, the charred arcs and stables.
I'm parched as I rest my head on the stone ruins, too tired to take another step to look over the horizon to seek remorse.
Mirages, hazy pictures surrounded my view.

But I see you.

Still as valiant as ever.
Amour never scourned, unparalleled, steadfast.
Your stronghold is as guarded as the shade of a sequoia.
I fought to be under that shade, under that breadth but was bolted off.
Stunned.
Still I walked over to see you clearly, with your eyes wide shut as you half faced me.
I lurked over the pebbled greek fences, they were fragile.
Fragile enough to fall me off.

I did fell, over and over again.

And stumbled upon this oasis that replenished my thirst.
I rested, rested well but not my heart.
I hear you heartbeat, not simultaneous with mine and all I could think of is you and me, gapped.
I guess all I can do is wait for you to catapult a massive metal wrecking ball through that stronghold and let me through, or better yet, come out.

Too much is bad!

Over the past few months when the sun's heat heightened to a collosal 37-ish degrees, which one can describe as death rays, we lived a not-so-normal life! Imagine yourself getting iced in your office with your nose hurting because there's only 4 of you in the laboratory and it frigidly cold! Then you go out to smoke, a-360-degree turn of a weather! I think one of my hairstrands just fell off. And you wished you hadn't went out to treat yourself with nebulization. Fact it is, we've got global climate problems, and it is inevitable, we can't do anything about it anymore, it is progressing. It is part of the cycle, maybe it is evolution. It is the earth, the Gaia. But, there is always a but, we live in this beautiful yet disgusting world and we kind of controls its age. It is aging you know and we are just speeding it up with our usage of fossil fuels which in turn gives off extra greenhouse gases. Greenhouse gases are good to maintain life in earth but to much of those (carbon dioxide, methane, cfc's, etc.) are dangerous. Like the saying goes, "Too much of something is not good". Well, definitely! You know what to do, save energy, save water, save the trees. But we play a small role here, the bigger part is in the hands of the multinational corps which controls fuel harvesting, cultivation, burning, etc. and the other companies who doesn't really care about the environment, really. The trees will save us! Like in the Lord of the Rings, lol! Miraculously it's around 32-ish degrees since yesterday, I hope it stays at that level so we won't have to wake up here in Metro Manila at around 3AM sweating. That's for us who doesn't have home air-conditioning! Well, blah, blah! This surge of heat is the the culprit why my immunity level got low. Flu, Flu, Flew! And yeah my smoking. When will I stop? Blah.

STATUS: Taking Chances

Don't know much about your life.
Don't know much about your world, but
Don't want to be alone tonight,
On this planet they call earth.

You don't know about my past, and
I don't have a future figured out.
And maybe this is going too fast.
And maybe it's not meant to last,

But what do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?

I just want to start again,
And maybe you could show me how to try,
And maybe you could take me in,
Somewhere underneath your skin?

What do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?

Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?

And I had my heart beating down,
But I always come back for more, yeah.
There's nothing like love to pull you up,
When you're laying down on the floor there.
So talk to me, talk to me,
Like lovers do.
Yeah walk with me, walk with me,
Like lovers do,
Like lovers do.

What do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?

Don't know much about your life
And I don't know much about your world.

Taking Chances written by Kara Dioguardi and David Stewart