i wrote this for vince last year. it was my way of telling him my history...my untold pains and my secret admiration towards him. it took me six months to give it to him. but he cried reading it. aww.

jungle of our own: tarzan and jane version
each and everyone of us,
encounter a "jungle" of our own.
our lives is similar toa "jungle."
some of us are lost in a forest searching for the right path,
some of us just wanders inside, collaborating with different creatures of God...
perhaps, a dog, the man's bestfriend,
or perhaps, friends we call "snakes."
some of us are in the paradise, appreciating nature's beauty,
some are just seeking a mate
our own Janes and in my case, a Tarzan...

so here's my journey.
out of suriosity, i stepped into this chaotic jungle.
unfamiliar of what lies ahead inside this enchanted forest
but it is this core of the jungle
where...i met the misleading snakes that bit, abandoned, and paralyzed me with their venoms,
where...fear empowered my body as i tumbled on the lion's roar,
where...the ingeniuty and keenness of the brilliant monkeys continues to astound me.

like the trials and tribulations of my life,
i treaded the sturdy and vigorious currents of the river,
i strolled the prosperous and lavish green grass and the sky high trees,
i ascended the dinosauric piles of rocks,
i struggled to hike and climb up each prominent mountain.
at the highest peak,
i venture to observe thethe sight at the base.,
i ventured to enjoy the view.
i marveled to delight at what i've accomplished...
and then, with the climax of it all,
in a wink of an eye,
i slipped, and stumbled down the hill.
unaided, i fell deeply in this dungy, clayey, muddy swamp.

i dwelled in that turbid, gloomy swamp for a lengthy time...
i endeavoured to rise up but i slide right back down to the bottom,
i was withdrawn, i was in such a remote environment,
i had nothing to clench on,
i had no one to reach out to.
the skycrappign trees were misused and abused..cut and torn down.
right then, i felt casted out and forsaken.
so i had to help myself.
weak and weary, i fought to get up...
using every fiber of my drained mind, body. and soul...
"aaaahhh," but i stumbled down.
i felt hopeless.
i was like a slaughtered eagle,
attempting to spread my wounded wings,
yearning to break free, to soar, to fly...
i was locked in a steel cage.

so i patiently waited...of what seemed like elngated hours...i suppose, days...
for someone to turn up my way.
someone whose been to this same route...
hopefully carrying the keys to my bird cage,
hopefully mighty enough to pull me out of this tarry swamp
that i have been submerged in for a long while.

in the midst of the bleak, dusky, midnight,
i harked noises comign fromt he black crows.
the anxious bats flew in groups above me.
i glanced up, the moon was full.
a shadow headign towards me...near me.
a man showed up,
he looked worn down like me,
he extended his hands to grasp me.
like a powerfil tiger, he clinch and clapm his claws to me,
like a cautious mother gorilla, he safeguarded me from danger,
like a fuzzy bear, he cuddled me, kept me warm and snugly in his arms.

i am still seeking for my escape out of this jungle.
i acquired a new lioness in me.
stronger, braver, fearless, and courageous...
"why?," you may ask...
because it is in these chaotic jungle, where i found my TARZAN.
will i be his Jane?
only time can tell.

posted by pinay freestyle @ 7:46 PM

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