FreeThink: Reflections, Criticisms and Emotion

a litany of love JERONE CANSINO The things we love are the things that we want to forget but we are dying to remember These are the things that kills us but it keeps us surviving These are the things that puts us into chaos and also the reason that we know the feeling of peace the calmness, the stillness of the waters, of the peaceful hidden lake It gives us the feelings of victory in times of defeat. Love, in the deepest sense, in the most extreme circumstance is the heart and desire of doing good to someone who desires us nothing but evil. Love is the sweetest feeling as well as the most bitter one.

SUMMER JERONE CANSINO Like the mild wind of May The songs of the tropics and the poems of the breezes I want to be the water that soothes your weary soul I want to play the symphony of the coconut leaves on its background, the bright blue pacific The clear skies above the stillness of the seas The fine sands, the island The reefs, all the creatures of these seas Your face exceeds them all, with you my life is full

JERONE CANSINO How do I know who I am? How do I know who I'm not? How will I know where I stand? How can I know where I'm not? Where? On what place of this world can I find my self? What are the things that I can do? What are those that I can't? My self, we are complicated, I couldn't know who is true. Am I who I want to be? Or am I who I am now? I am the future of success!  I might be the the failure from the past. Identity is knowing. It's the knowledge! It's that very advanced skill of knowing one's place in this world. It's not an end. Its a straight line, not a indefinite point. It creates the connection between the ideal self the real one. It fills in the gap between the acceptance of the present in the light of a promising future. It's not a point. It does not end but it also does not leap. It does not resort to pretension but of acceptance. The acceptances of ones shortcomings and the long view of improvement.

This photo is not mine. I want to give all its credit to its owner. IN A MIDDLE OF A YELLOW THREAD JERONE CANSINO I will be waiting year after year, day after day, sunset after sunset. Here in this place overlooking the calmness of the waters and mildness of its cooling breeze. Cool as it is, but it warms my frozen heart every time those memories of us appear on the surface of my vivid thoughts. Those long lost schema of the love that I once had that I still keep in the bottom of my  bottomless soul, the repository of all the things that I once was, so as the things that I would not want to be again. These weeds are the living witnesses of all my deliberate effort to revive an undying ghoul inside the scattered shells of my shattered thoughts. I don't want to remember you but I would not survive the night without your ghost stalking my weary state. All I want is you and that would stay as long as I see this sunset. The darkest nights will...

The Yearn Over a Sunset Jerone Cansino  The sun I see, the silhouette of your intoxicating beauty. The waters, the wind and your addicting love Is all I want that I would never want to get over with. Capture me now with your lips and the song, the nightingale your love. Your warmth and your heat. Hold my hands make it yours hold it hard, I am here- I'll never leave The sun will rise and set, know I long, your face like even if I die a thousand deaths. What I feel, it will still be deeper than  the deepest of the ocean depth  Alluring is your features, so much more what is inside, I want to hold your face and tell that every yearning, infatuation and all the passions inside my self.

After nights coping up with my lesson plan (that worthless hell of a thing that violates my right to life, liberty and property) I have been into the Dilema that I really hate. Another faculty meeting and another reminder that I have tons of thing that needs doing those craps are enough to kill me a thousand times. What have I left inside me is all the hate and disagreement about the DEPED goals nowadays. I hope some of the regional supervisors or the National Dep Ed personnel will have the opportunity to read this.  I want them to know that their Goals and means are in a very loving relationship. Such relationship that is metaphorical to David and Goliath. I want them to know that 24 hours is not enough if we would do everything they are requiring us to do. Their policies forces us to be corrupt. Their policies requires everything but our premature death. Given their incomplete if not, erroneous incoherent instructional materials (LMs and TGs) I want to let them know th...

Litany Of a Pedagogist Jerone Cansino I am seated, my head is heavy over those sleepless nights thinking about you. My soul, my voice, my strength, everything, every thoughts every single minute you keep on tormenting my lifeless life and my nonexistent existence. I want to get rid of you! I want to throw you into the damning fire of the underworld! to the deepest of the deepest of inferno! To the lake of fire with all the smoke in there consuming everything that belongs to you and to your inheritance! The bottom of the bottomless pit! If I could just do it but... I know you existed and I know that I knew it before this started. I knew that you would only bring me more harm than good, you caused it. That holistic torturous moments drawing me nearer and nearer to the place where sanity starts ans insanity reigns. I know that everything in you is the greatest of all the greatest lies, the deception of all the greatest deceptions ever made known to man. To every educated men, to ...

A spoken word poetry piece by Jerone Cansino Under these dark shadows, these winds of desolation and these ripping sound of deep lamentation. I look above I see clouds hovering covering every every light so I could be blinded by this murderous darkness. I shiver, I shake, to the ground I crept wounded, beaten down crippled by your words, this alienation this pain, this oppression. Each movement, each scene, every breath, everything I see and all I could hear. This! The vehement vociferation of my soul, the scream of pain, all these ripping sensations inside, and all these tormenting voices, and those agonizing phrases. On a normal night I would dream to dream flying with the fairies of the fairy tales. Gay as they are with their colorful wings, their butterflies and all those happiness spells. Now, what I want is that  murders of ravens flap their wings around me as I ride on the back of a dragon with the flames of its destruction. We will de...

North Korea has greeted the world with a Bang! January 6, 2015 Wednesday Philippine time, Chinese and, Americans, have detected a 5.1 magnitude seismic activity on a city north of Pyongyang alongside the declaration that the country had successfully carried out a H-Bomb test . As of this moment I would like to witness how their best friend would react (China) on such measure. Their relationship was mutual in the sense that they are the only remaining party on the Six Party talk centered North Korean breaking up with its beloved  nukes. This country's sanctions would somewhat stand taller than their leader (who's mental processing is like an average woman suffering from her monthly menstrual period. Unstable.), is facing a more problems regarding its relationship with its neighbors.  For years it had been evident that North Korean leader had been obsessed with its nuclear research, when in fact the never had the money to feed their own people. Political and d...

INSIDE DARK SHADOWS Jerone Cansino You may not know, but I stand here Dark as my soul, my eyes are there I see your light, I feel your heat Far away I am, I see you weep In the dark night, around you, beware In the light of day unknown a monster near Something grim now rising over Something that even I would fear This gloomy force, waiting be unleashed This demon hitch I, now my fist The day is warm the night is cold My heart within, I feel so cold I crave for love, I long for blood It's just my self, I cannot have I see your back, I do it hard In the mid of night, I be the ward Whoever hurts you, I devour To them my sword, and fury for Inside my self, Abaddon roars I thirst for death, this life I hate

'If every living human soul in this damned planet would have the capacity to think like a photographer, our world would be a psychologically friendly one' The Old Sagging Bamboo Fence Jerone Cansino Once I saw, an old bamboo fence the green grass below, is tickled by the wind the afternoon sun the trees around,  I pressed the button, then the flickering sound It tells that beauty is everywhere to be found. Just learn to  look and learn to search, The lights and angles will soon be upon your face

The Message of the Talking Tree Jerone Cansino Look at the tree illumined by the shadow of the night.  Look at him as watch the waves. As he watch the water break itself as it hit the ground, look at him.  Look at how he witness the change of seasons and how he count the appearance of the sun.  Look at the tree. Look at him how let go of his leaves and hold on to the same. Look at him as he grow with his feet firmly planted on the ground. Look at the tree, look at how he sing with the melody of the wind. Hear his cry as men destroy his kind with the least appreciation of their importance. Look at the tree as he shelter the small birds look at him. Look at him and hear him speak. Hear all the lessons he want to teach. Hear all those advises he wants you to heed. Look at him, look at him. He does not walk but he do exist. He does not work but he does serve. He gives more than he receive, he is indeed. ...

They that wait upon the Lord. Life is living in a tent. Being in this world is being in a changing state. We face each day differently, on the basis of what is ahead of us. Uncertainty is a way of life and life is in hold of uncertainty. Life is so ironic that we want to stay longer in this world but we hate pain. We always want to stay but we also want to leave. There are things that we want to forget but with those things are happy memories we could not face to live without. Pain would always be the compliment of joy. Sadness, of bliss. Life is like being a small tent in a wide wilderness. Life is like a tent being blown by the winds of time. We cannot know who is with us or who exists to hurt us. Who is there to destroy us. One thing is sure about life. There is God who made us there is him who gave us purpose and there is him who gave his life for us. The only thing and the only valid hope in life is when the moment God would rise the dead and we live to meet him in the air. Th...