This Mighty Economist


Life is an economist that requires trade-offs;

ever requiring us to give up something for the sake of another;

ever demanding us to consider the costs and benefits of the choices we make;

ever instilling rationality;

ever imposing equality;

ever upholding standards;

ever securing purpose.

A diehard crusader of meaning,

. . . always rallying for vision;

always arguing for continuum;

always vigilant of opportunities;

always passionate in resolving scarcity of ways and means.

. . . ultimately ensuring we are giving our best; our very all

to our endeavors;

to our aspirations;

to our hope and dreams; even

to friendship and love

we build and keep.

Perhaps Not a Bird Nor a Plane


We open ourselves to pain;
We embrace ache;
We defy ourselves
come what may.

We gamble our hearts in a lose-lose game;
We entrust our souls to fate;
We surrender our very all
notwithstanding what are at stake.

We set aside ideals;
We compromise principles;
We let emotions
rule all the way.

We label sacrifices as joy;
We tag irrationality as nobility; as
We opt to live
for its sake.

We fill our dreams of its thoughts;
We spend lifetime hoping for its best; so
We crawl to hold on
without thinking of control.

We smile in minutes of grief;
We cry in hours of glee;
We quit sanity indefinitely . . .

it’s not a bird
nor a plane–
but love
“is ever far
than we.”

That Damned Thing

Deprived of time;
Hindered by miles;
Faced with do-nots that rhyme;
How it conquered thy being,
there’s no way of telling. 

. . careless:
Lizards are eavesdropping;
. . . careful:
Mice are screeching,
in their hole-digging . . . 


. . . best part,
and that
damned thing;
though strangely conquering-
are in melody . . . 


. . . eyes are lighting up;
enamels are sparkling
all the way down,
so evincing harmony . . . 


. . . guess,
and that
damned thing
must be
wonderful things.