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We have to spend our whole life getting up

each morning and see the many suns

rising courageous from the horizon.

A simple life- who knows when to retire

at night time and hug long-time companions

called pillows and dreaming dreams.

 

There are episodes here, which send ripples

into our seemingly monotonous existence

everyday. And we have to wage battles

with boredom and her sisters- called mediocrity

and irrelevance. But not all were lost.

Somebody needs to learn how to befriend them.

 

Some may think that something was lacking,

but perhaps in the company of silence we find

orbs of thoughts in the usual grind of days

like the fowls of the air having simple cares.

Season after season. Day after day. Aged

but content to the simple things that matter.

 

The small country talks over the weather

and life in the farm begins with asking folks

how the young are doing these days at school.

The familiar warmth of seeing old friends at a gathering.

The joy of witnessing someone else’s milestones.

 

The farewells and well wishes when someone

is leaving our own little places to discover

the bigness of things. There goes a little prayer

and a hope that nothing is wrong when one decides

to stay and carry on doing their tasks each day.

 

We might spend our whole life thinking it’s good after all, 

though it has never been easy and there are rough times.

 

But it will never stop us believing that peace within

is the only dwelling place, our enduring shelter

when the day comes that we will never be able

to witness the sun and it has forgotten to rise.

 

In the darkness, we hope our soul in its own little spaces

can see the moon and stars light up the evening sky.

While the wind whispers- all is well, we’ll be calm as the sea.

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I was searching through the friends list on my Friendster, when suddenly a name came accross my mind.  Yeah, I was looking for this friend for so long and now I am typing her name on the blank spaces anticipating that the search engines will come up with some positive results. Voila!! There she goes. She is all, well, right there in front of my eyes.

I read through her profile page and there I go clicking my way through her photographs.  Satisfied of what I have seen. I glanced through her friends list and to my surprise, she managed to keep track of almost all our classmates in grade school. For eighteen long years, I have tried to veer away for possible contact, I must confess. I just have this gut feel that my grade school life should be shelved like a book. Because I felt, it must end there.  Right there at the graduation night.

But tonight, my mind wanders back in time, and in disbelief on how we managed to age wonderfully through the years up to our primes. Some have proudly become mothers and fathers. Some still remained single like me.  Some are on the other side of the world.  Some have chosen to stay back in our hometown. But regardless of what each of us has eventually have become and have been to, the truth of the matter is, we will always be classmates.

That is one connection that binds us all.  That is one connection that transcends above social status, lifestyle preferences, idealogies, and religious differences. What matters, is that we came to know  an essential part of each other during those old school days.  That there are some things that had remained unchanged. Within. And that is what worth holding on.

And I am glad to reminisce those times. Those silly times, that you would rather forget, but you can’t. Puppy loves, crushes and the like. Bullying, crying games and spanking from teacher moments. Cramming for periodical exams, copying of assignments before classes begin and all sorts of cheating. Those mid-afternoon games we used to play like tumbang preso, patintero, chinese garter, hide and seek etc.

Ah, you would always remember the noisiest, the silent ones, the nerdy types (I think I am), the beauty queens and kings of the class. The tallest, the shortest, the fairest, the brainiest, the smartest and the laziest. And who would forget the one being assigned to list down the noisy and troublesome in the class, the class president? And the sergeant-at-arms in tow?

The morning cleaning times. The flag ceremonies.  The drum and bugle practices. The choir. The calisthenics.  The recess time, anyone? Oh, how about the district meet. The sports meet. The demo week. The Linggo ng Wika. The Christmas parties.  The Boyscout and Girlscout camping. And most of all, the recognition day.  Oh, I almost forgot the slumbooks, the songhits and of the spiders hidden on some yellow matchboxes.

I must admit, I enjoy most of the time climbing star-apple trees and perched among its branches like a monkey observing other school girls and school boys who either play in school grounds or just seating on concrete benches poring over some notes. And my memory of the grade school never ends with wonderment. Did I really have gone through that?  What a joy to be so young! Such an enjoyment! And who would believe that we are so far-away from being those silly school girls and school boys from what we are today?

I regret to have said that my grade school life should be shelved like a book.  I felt that  there is a need for a time that this book will be inevitably opened. And each of us who had became part of the book, should step forward into the light and give it some life.  Possibly,  to begin writing some new chapters on the book, about lasting friendship among us.  Definitely.  Definitely some of our paths will yet cross again. We’ll see.

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Its all about the strict regimented all boys school where Robin Williams play an English Literature teacher who defied the conventions of traditional thinking and methods of teaching.  His character delved deeper into exposing the ills of the educational institution that keeps the medieval   struggle for  prestige and shallow self-esteem among its students. 

It is no different in our present society.  This film carries the obvious. Exposes the classic battles. Of wits and prejudice. And the politics of norms and standards.  What mars the genuine purpose of education is the mediocre visualization of intellectual propensities and ullulations by higher echelons of academics.

They have profited like vultures.  And the carcasses of hapless majority still claiming education as the only salvation lie in wait the doomsday knocking.  Education teaches us to be consumers of vomitted intellectual trash hanging in there for almost centuries. Education miscalculated the need of a society for consistency and diversity of cultures to sustain civilization.

Real education is an expression. A culmination of  life’s experiences. A spirited consumption of the senses. The one that divides stratifications of a human being into a vivid image of self. A euphimism of realistic to abstraction. And the metaphor of plain into ornate.

Who needs irrelevance? Being contained like a fish in a bowl. Living in a four-cornered wall of existence. Standing beside the picket fences of high class rundown. Does irrelevance make sense to those who breaches the edges of sanity to ascertain the worth of this pseudo-learning?

An artist. The one who have been in a kaleidoscopic juggle of uncertainty to pinpoint the certain. Exploring the condition of the society that reflects an era. And where wisdom never fails to connect the future and its simplistic cycle of rebirth. 

If all in this world may decay, the words of the poet will not.  If all the world falls deep into the abyss, the vision of a painter will not.  Theirs is a world who can hold their own against the vagrancies of the hypocritical and the commercialized.

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