Wednesday, January 30, 2008

bad hair day and clean hands





> Did you ever encounter a bad hair day … bad hair week or even a bad hair month....bad hair life?

A mistake that back flash to you at a thousand stabs???

You are sane right and you know you are … you just wanted to be different a non conformist and you get to be misunderstood. And all forms of assassination come … the only one lacking would be that to assassinate you and curtail the link between your nose and the air you breathe.

You are a person with body and soul … you have your discernment … your very own. You choose how to live your life. And there is no better driver to drive your car than you yourself. But then along the way there are backseat drivers or if it could be possibly term as out of the car drivers that would criticize your every movement … every word you utter and even every breathe you breath … and yeah every blink your eye will do.

The clean hands doctrine… I do not know but in the law as taken from as early as the time of Pontius Pilate. One who can go to court or a tribunal and air out his or her grievance should have clean hands … a clean conscience. Other wise the court will live you as the complainant and the respondent as you are because you are in pari delicto.

But sometimes you cannot gauge the people trying to hurt you back for your mistakes if they are indeed conscious of what they are doing … letting you pay for your undertakings intentionally or it is just plain stupidity …. Or maybe I is just the turn of events and mother nature or the ALL KNOWING>>>EVER PRESENT UP (I call HIM that) is punishing you.

Is it malevolence …vendetta or just turn of coincidence that turns a peaceful coexistence of man into anarchy and chaos?

And anent the above you would think that there is someone or maybe an external force making an offset of your undertakings to load upon you those undertakings which you do not owe. I mean it is a given fact that we inherited Mom Eve and Dad Adam’s original sin. But are we to blame also for the murderous rage of our very first brother Cain towards our other brother Cain? I never saw that …

What do you do with wrong perceptions about you by people? Will you just let it slip by because you know deep within you know the truth? Ortry to explain until things gets worst and the sins of the world will be put on you as a burden like the stuff in Atlas’ shoulder because you will never be given a chance to take the floor because of the former wrong you did? OR continue on try to explain until you dry up your saliva … you catch your breath until you made your point?

And when is that? I think never … You can never show a man who had a deliberately blindfold himself … stuck on the ear plugs on his ears … and made his round head all boxed up.

So I guess it is better to shut up or you will get into disaster … a terrible one….

Gud
Eve

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jbaltazar.

Serene


Interpreted poem of Guiseppe Ungaretti
by: Delorko Olinko

> SERENE
After such




mists




one by one


the stars


awaken






I breath in


the freshness


which leaves me


the color of sky




Know myself again


image


fleeting




Playfully


whirled immortal


This and the poem on my previous post was written by Guiseppe Ungaretti, an Italian soldier of war. As a soldier during the war that he has been through he wrote many short poems ... the once he experienced along the way ... those that he witnessed in the said war and what he actually felt through his struggle of his emotions... wits ... and for him to keep his sanity and his heart as a whole.


Indeed it was writing this beautiful and insightful lines which made him conquer all of which he was prone to under the war ... making him sensitive mostly to his consciousness to the universe and to dear life.


Although Ungaretti pertained all his poems with the war he experienced ... one could relate most of his thoughts with his or her life ... of everyday living.


The poem in this post ... I interpret it as


losing one's self in the middle of vagueness and subsequently calmly finding it again ...

... surpassing something imeasurable and realizing that one is still whole ... thus breathing again ... and aware of mostly one's existence...
Copyright Symbol 2006
jbaltazar.