View in Instagram A Night at Shang Staycation at Shangrila Hotel in Edsa Shaw is one of the activities I always look forward to in our company. They subsidize our room fee. Brought my family and has a lot of fun… just being together and taking photos, saving the memories. – Poetic Dustbin
View in Instagram Reflecting on My Hey Days It’s been decades since I went back to my Highschool alma mater, University of Sto. Tomas… Nothing much really changed aside from the number of new buildings and renovated ones. Went back to our old tambayan … when I was still an active member of the Alpha …
View in Instagram Politics is a Pile of Cigarette Butts… When it comes to Politics… all I can see is a Pile of Cigarette Butts… A wallop of garbage stinking in every corner of our lives… – Poetic Dustbin
View in Instagram Outside the Window Adapt. Seek. Build. As tall and wide, Like the clouds above. Touch the world Beneath your palm. Create your dream Inside your head. A Cage. A life. A Path. Walk blind or not at all. – Poetic Dustbin
View in Instagram The Boatman It’s time to cross.. To the other side Where darkness shines And the light hides… I will guide you Till your life fades Into the River Styx To the belly of Hades.. – Poetic Dustbin
View in Instagram Thornament Cut ’em down… Cut ’em down These thorns hinder my sight They darkened all the light Lift up your sickle up right Wave it by the rays of the sun Break these infectious blight Put ’em on, Leave ’em on These thorns, my ornament These demons, my ligament Ripping me in …
View in Instagram Disgust Inside and out And everithing about Politics is rotten Worse than chaos Haven for greed Feeds on the needs Selfish service On a pound of feces They’re all the same Playing this game – Poetic Dustbin
View in Instagram It’s a Big Bad World… It’s a Big Bad World out there … We just don’t see it… But we’d rather close our eyes and linger in our dream world… it’s the best cure for anxiety… Believe but don’t be deceived… – Poetic Dustbin
View in Instagram Mad World All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find …
View in Instagram Transformation Change is timeless And we are not The future has no horizon It’s an endless tunnel The past is a photograph Of good and bad events The present doesnt exist It’s just a spoilage Of both future and past What life really is is a tedious journey to our death and …
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