Profound Thoughts

the age of wonders is about to end, a generation has come to pass... the demise of the great hero of Amanduen was met by an overcast sky, there was no breeze or gush of wind that could break the stillness of the moment that has unfolded. only the soulful mourning and the muted tears of those who have come to know the greatness of a man whose has become synonymous with courage and defiance rupture the quiescence of the occasion. amidst the pending rain, a lone black raven flew above on the sky on which a few moments ago, the battle between the elements of good and evil was in full swing. after circling high then low, it landed on where Janagdan's body was buried on a patch of green on a hill beside the sea... comes with the passing of a great man, the heart may be unsettled, but soon it will heal and harden to become impenetrable so that no wind or rain can dampen the spirits of a race called the "Pintados"

The musings of a young mind eager to venture out into an unforgiving and hostile world, I could still reminisce those nights spent on a tree house wide-eyed while gazing at a clear night sky mesmerized by the twinkling stars on a celestial firmament so vast it's difficult to imagine how I would fit in all of it. Looking at the past wondering what the future holds. During those nights of summer, it was my father who accompanies me as he tries to make sense of the life we had towards that future he envisions us to have. With the barrier that was time, I could only look and wonder what the stars have in store for me. In my mind, I can hear my father asking me as to how many stars I can see. I would try to count but along the way lose track so I would start counting once more to fail again and again. Sensing my frustration, he would remind me that my effort is not lost to waste for it is improbable to know exactly for that is just the way things are supposed to be. Not all questi...

Everything begins from a single step where paths are being carved towards a road the mind is set on treading. The path that I have in mind is the one where my heart shall lead. Where under the blue skies, a gentle wind would usher me to move forward. Where the verdant plains would serve as an inspiration to a life filled with bliss as everything that lives on the earthen ground open up to the heavens in constant appreciation of the days that pass basking in the warmth of the sun that never ceases to provide despite the darkness that grips the end of the day which comes with the night and the rains and storms that dampens the earth and hides the light at times. Where that road is going to lead me on whether it be towards light or darkness, through pain and misery or to a life filled with bliss and contentment is beyond me. Though one thing is certain, whatever it is that I may find in the adventure I am about to partake, the memories instilled in my journeys and sojourns will guide ...

Enslaved by a primordial god, once a keeper of the sacred stone she fell into disgrace and turned to evil. Her heart and soul corrupted by the charms and snares of Bakkun, she was banished into oblivion.  Instrumental in the short-lived demise of the enchanted land, she must now gather enough pain and despair as she entices the weak-willed with her malice and deceit to bring them into Bakkun's fold empowering darkness, sowing fear and trepidation with one goal in mind, the release and reawakening of Bakkun.... Due to the inherent vulnerability brought about by the rampage of the Uracan, creeping shadows inflict vileness to feeble spirits looking for hegemony in the light of their current predicament. The balance between good and evil has been compromised and she something on her mind... the sacred stone of Kalayu...

by  Andra Day You're broken down and tired Of living life on a merry-go-round And you can't find the fighter But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out And move mountains We gonna walk it out And move mountains And I'll rise up I'll rise like the day I'll rise up I'll rise unafraid I'll rise up And I'll do it a thousand times again And I'll rise up High like the waves I'll rise up In spite of the ache I'll rise up And I'll do it a thousand times again For you  When the silence isn't quiet And it feels like it's getting hard to breathe And I know you feel like dying But I promise we'll take the world to its feet And move mountains Bring it to its feet And move mountains And I'll rise up I'll rise like the day I'll rise up I'll rise unafraid I'll rise up And I'll do it a thousand times again For you  All we need, all we ...

Thoughts of the lady in red did not escape me. She would always appear in my dreams as of late. She would just stand on the same vista unmoving.  Keeping the same facade, she would turn to face me and converse with me. But, I could not hear any word she would say. It was on one of those episodes of lucid dreaming when I was able to travel into one of those dimensions in this sentient multiverse we inhabit. I found myself following a lone flickering firefly. Who would have thought that chasing after something insignificant would bring along with it a much needed release from the baggage I continuously accumulate with each passing moment of my life as dreams are supposed to be windows of our hidden desires.  On that still night when no blade of leaf got stirred, that lone firefly met with one of his kind compounding the light they give off. The further I walked, the more fireflies congregated. The light they beamed became brighter and brighter. Before I realized, ...