Tuesday, October 27, 2009

the street raconteur

they walk under the cloak of darkness. nourishing their frailing bodies with deep breathe of sweet grease. but no matter how they extend their arms to every shadow that passes infront, it seemed like they still remain invisible from them.

everyday i see these three vagabonds infront of an abandon ruin, either sitting beside time or sleeping their hunger away. but despite their silence, i still hear their tragic stories. i feel the turmoils of every single drop of pity they receive. despite being the only true raconteur of this fast and apathetic realm. painting life with their pungent scent and mixing the remaining flavors of humanity.

but when all the sufferings could no longer be hold and the only thing left was hopelessness, someone finally heed their plead. tears began to fall, carrying the promise of cleansing the grime of human selfishness. it was so abrupt that no one even thought of building an arc. as if nothing was really meant to survive.

then suddenly, after the indolences and differences were washed away, everyone started claiming their were them. they started mimicing the same melancholic rhythms with their own tales, begging for the same appeals and stretching the same arms. nonetheless, they were heard.

at last, everyone heard their stories; discovered and showed what care is all about. now they could finally say that their tale already reached its final page.

but yesterday, three weeks after the catastrophe, i passed by the same ruins and noticed it empty. i wondered, where they are? where they have been at the time when everyone has no place to go, even in the ruins? if the slightest care even reached them? or if after everything that happened, they simply left, still without other people noticing them.


in memory of those, whose names were not known.

13 comments:

Toilet Thoughts said...

Me puso ka pala? Akala ko lagi ka lang naglalaro ng pokemon at laway.

Nakikita mo rin pala sila. Kahit na manhid ka sa lovelife mo, at least me ginintuang puso ka din pala.

:P

Pero seriously, I so dig this post dude. :)

tim said...

Wow, this is something wonderful. Inspiring! and you know it is really awesome to be concern.... for God bless the people who have the concern with these people.. thank you!!

engel said...

i only have one answer in mind. i do hope though it's not what happened.

the geek said...

no wonder you got me hooked the first time i visited your blog more than a year ago....

and i miss you...hahaha adik lang...

Abou said...

let's just hope somebody did notice them

sana



.

Yj said...

balang araw... pag kumpleo na ang transformation ni Yogi Jogi... sasagipin niya sila... o ang mag katulad nila...

bwah

realscore said...

tol, add moko!

xtian1978ii said...

haay ganun talaga e. we turn our backs and act as we don't see

we pretend to care yet can't extend help

sana they're ok

dabo said...

in the end, we only care for those who we remembered..

rjpebs said...

Omg, ung second pic dun ako banda nakatira!!!

Yj said...

wiwik and dabo... so dapat lahat ng sabihin natin mula ngayon may IN THE END hahahaha

in the end, bet ko yun hihihihi

citybuoy said...
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citybuoy said...

where did they go? haay.. whose responsibility is it to save them? i think charity can only go so far. teach a man to fish and all...

i hope they're okay but at the same time (and don't think i'm being mean or anything) i think it would be a little better if they finally reached their ending. at least di na sila magbe-beg or magsu-suffer. di na sila lalamigin or maiinitan. sabi nga ng carriers, sometimes choosing life is just choosing a more painful death. that's just me, though. i don't really know too much about the topic to comment.