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This is a song I wrote and performed at one of my gigs at BGC. If you are seeing this now and you watched it, thank you. I know you get nothing out of wasting your precious time watching one random videos with language that you do not understand, but still, thank you.

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The Last Dawn of Atlantis

The twin suns of Atlantis burned low in the heavens, their golden light dancing upon the alabaster spires of Poseidia, the heart of the great empire. The city, a masterpiece of seamless stone and shimmering crystal, stretched across the horizon, its towers crowned with orichalcum and its streets paved with luminescent veins of blue fire. Bridges of levitating stone spanned canals of liquid silver, and in the great plazas, artisans wove tapestries of light, their fingers moving over unseen strings of energy. It was a land of boundless wonder, where the knowledge of the cosmos itself had been tamed, where ships glided above the waters without sail or oar, and where power pulsed from the mighty Tuaoi Stone, the crystalline heart of Atlantis.

At the city’s center stood the Temple of the One Light, its dome encrusted with a thousand faceted gems, amplifying the celestial energy that coursed through the land. Within its hallowed halls, the High Council gathered, robed in white and indigo, their brows adorned with circlets that pulsed with the force of their own thoughts. Bel-Torin, First Keeper of the Firestone, seated at the head of the council, his deep-set eyes reflecting the storm brewing within his mind.

For though Atlantis stood at the zenith of its power, cracks had begun to form in the foundations of its glory.

The sages spoke in whispers of the disturbances in the great crystals, of the tremors that rippled through the land. The waters of the Western Deep had begun to rise, swallowing the lesser isles, and the Firestone—source of their boundless energy—had begun to hum with an unfamiliar dissonance. Yet, it was not nature alone that threatened Atlantis. Greed had taken root in the heart of the people, and the Council stood divided. The old ways, the ways of harmony with the divine forces of the cosmos, were abandoned by many in favor of reckless ambition. Once, the Firestone had been used only to heal and sustain; now, there were those who sought to harness its power for war.

Among them was Lord Varikon, a man of cunning mind and cold heart, who had risen swiftly through the ranks of the Council. "The gods have given us dominion over this world," he proclaimed, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Why should we not take our rightful place as rulers of all beneath the heavens? We need not fear the trembling earth when we possess the power to command the very elements!"

A murmur spread through the council. Some nodded in agreement, others cast uneasy glances toward Bel-Torin, whose silence was more fearsome than any words. At his side sat his daughter, Seraphis, a woman of uncommon grace and wisdom, her emerald eyes flickering with quiet fury.

"And what of the warnings?" she spoke at last, her voice cutting through the din. "The great crystals grow unstable, the very earth protests against our arrogance. The Firestone is not a weapon, nor should it be wielded as one. If we continue on this path, we will bring ruin upon ourselves."

Varikon’s lips curled in a smirk. "Fear has made you weak, Seraphis. The world belongs to those with the will to shape it."

Bel-Torin raised a hand, silencing them both. He turned his gaze toward the great map of the world that shimmered in the air before them. It was a vision of what had been and what was yet to come—lands across the sea, distant kingdoms of men who still dwelled in huts of stone and thatch, awaiting the wisdom of Atlantis. Among them, two stood out: Kemet, to the east, where the pyramids of the future would one day rise, and the lush jungles of the west, where the temples of the feathered serpent would soon take root.

"We stand at a precipice," he said at last, his voice heavy with sorrow. "The Firestone is no longer stable. If we do not heed the warnings, Atlantis itself will be torn asunder. We must prepare for what is to come."

Seraphis turned to the man seated beside her—Kael, her beloved, a warrior-scholar whose heart was bound to hers by oath and fate. He took her hand beneath the table, a silent vow passing between them. Whatever storm was coming, they would weather it together.

Yet the storm would not wait. That very night, beneath the glow of the twin moons, the sea began to rise. And Atlantis, the jewel of the world, stood upon the edge of oblivion.

The winds howled through the crystal towers as if the gods themselves lamented the folly of men. The ground trembled beneath the streets of Poseidia, sending cracks through the marble foundations. In the harbor, ships lifted from the water as waves churned and swallowed whole districts in their wrath. From the heights of the Temple of the One Light, Bel-Torin and his council watched in silent horror as their city—once a beacon of enlightenment—began to sink beneath the furious ocean.

Seraphis and Kael ran through the chaos, their hands clasped tight, pushing against the tide of panicked citizens. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning crystal as the Firestone, overburdened by the unchecked greed of its manipulators, began to shatter. Jagged shards of glowing energy erupted from the temple, striking the streets below, igniting fires that refused to be quenched by water.

"We must leave!" Kael shouted over the din. "The city is lost!"

"Not yet!" Seraphis turned toward the sacred archives, where the knowledge of Atlantis—its history, its secrets—was preserved. "If our people must scatter, we cannot let our wisdom die with us!"

Kael hesitated only a moment before nodding. Together, they plunged into the collapsing sanctum, dodging falling beams of molten gold. Scrolls and crystal tablets littered the floor, and they gathered as many as they could carry before fleeing into the night.

Outside, the sky was ablaze with unnatural light. Lord Varikon stood atop the ruins of the council hall, laughing amidst the destruction. "You see, Seraphis? Power is the only truth! The gods have judged us unworthy, but I will not go alone into the abyss!"

With a final, furious cry, he unleashed the last of the Firestone’s energy, and the world split asunder. Towers fell. Oceans roared. And Atlantis, the greatest empire to ever grace the earth, was swallowed whole.

But even in destruction, hope remained. As their homeland crumbled behind them, Seraphis and Kael set sail, carrying with them the last light of Atlantis—to the lands of Kemet and the jungles of the west, where new civilizations would rise, and the memory of Atlantis would live on.

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What exactly is this, you may ask? Nothing, really. I just remembered reading Edgar Cayce's Atlantis. For those who don't know, Edgar Cayce, the "Sleeping Prophet," gave several readings about Atlantis, describing it as an advanced ancient civilization that existed around 10,000 BCE and was destroyed in a series of cataclysms. His readings suggest that Atlanteans had highly advanced technology, including crystal energy, flying machines, and even a form of global power transmission. This is a vision of that world. I wanted to write a story, perhaps a book, about it but I just couldn't find the time.

This story is from when the last destruction of Atlantis was about to happen, around 10000BCE, according to Cayce. I don't know where this would take me at the moment, but I just wanted to put into writing what I have been thinking about for about 2 decades now. This work is still in progress and will still be open for any revision or feedback from any person, including whoever randomly reads this.

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There are days when I just want to forget about everything because there are nights like this that just makes me remember.

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being touch-starved or lonely makes me feel like a house cat discovering no one’s home. I’m rubbing my face along the bed sheets, following the sun’s slow crawl through the windows, curling up by the wall in time for the heater to kick on; keeping an ear out for the front door.

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How should I go on?

If nobody needs you, how should you go on?

If after giving everything you have, you are still not the one that she wants?

What's the point of staying if you wanted to get out of this relationship that bad in the first place?

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What is the point of living this miserable life at all?

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Nothing, and I mean nothing, can ever be sadder and more pathetic than someone who's begging for love from someone who's supposed to give it to them freely.

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How?

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Do them because you love me.

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UnLearn 101

As teachers we all have our own creative nature. Many of us express this creativity outside the classroom. 

Check the new book Unlearn 101 by Kanwer Singh aka Humble The Poet an elementary school teacher and Toronto bred MC/Spoken Word Artist.

101 Simple Truths For A Better Life

Authored by Humble The Poet  Edition: 2 Life is hard, and the older we get, it only seems to get more complex. We can easily get overwhelmed trying to deal with everything all at once. We look everywhere for solutions to make the journey a bit more bearable; everywhere but within.  Sometimes we gain more from letting go. Whether it’s old habits, stale mindsets, regrets of the past, or simply the way we view our lives; in order to grow we have to shed the things that are holding us back. UnLearn is collection of writings to remind you of the wisdom you’ve already acquired, but may have lost under the weight and pressures of daily life.  Humble The Poet, aka Kanwer Singh is an elementary school teacher, writer, musician, and creative who’s writings are designed to be simple yet stimulating. UnLearn is his literary debut, which aims to motivate and inspire you to explore your own hidden potentials. The Book is a compilation of easy to digest pieces of honesty inspired by his wildly popular blog, which has a loyal readership of over 100 000.  UnLearn touches upon a myriad of topics that we all go through in life, from love, relationships, to success, and chasing our dreams. This book is the perfect primer to clean the slate, and allow you a life of fulfillment through life long learning.  Simple, honest, and effective, UnLearn is a “collection of nuggets that remind you of the things that keep this wild ride steady”

Check out www.unlearn101.com for more details on the book. Also be sure to follow his Tumblr. 

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They weren’t just poems. It was my best proof of God. It was bed for my buckets of misunderstand. A glimpse of sin and salvation in the same second. What were once journals were now holy purges, and I learned just how fucking real a night could get with some paper and some secrets.

‘Alcatraz of Balloons’ by Miles Hodges of Strivers Row (via abyriggs)

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Dear Daddy, I am 8 years old, There are monsters invading my dreams, I cannot sleep, I knock on your door; the clock says it is three in the morning. You tell me not to be afraid, you say that whenever monsters haunt dreams Just to think of you You say you will always be there to chase the demons away, You spend the entire next weekend building me a tree house on the tallest tree in our backyard You say that up there, among the leaves, So far away from this earth, no monsters will ever be able to find me. Dear Daddy, I am 10 years old, You tell me we need to move to a strange city, Dear Daddy, I don’t understand. Dear Daddy, I am 11 years old, We live in the city now, I like it here, I have friends Except there are more buildings than trees and I cant find a tree house anywhere and You’ve stopped looking at mommy like you used to. You teach me a new word, divorce. Dear Daddy, what does this mean? I thought love was everlasting All I know is I only see mommy on the weekends now Dear daddy, I am 12 years old, And now it is mommy to teach me a new word, this word is called schizophrenia. Dear Daddy, what happened? You are in a strange looking hospital with bars on the windows, where were you when I had a nightmare last night? Dear Dad I am 14 and I live with mom now, I have long since stopped calling you daddy Ever since you started finding comfort in tall amber bottles Dear Dad, what happened to you, I cant find you anywhere. Dear dad I am 15, and the doctors tell me I’m sad I didn’t know being sad could be a sickness But now they have me locked inside the same hospital you once were with bars on the windows, These people know the words scitzophrenia and alcoholism all too well. So do I. Dear dad, I am 17, and you are paralyzed on the entire left side of your body The doctors don’t think you’re going to make it. You did it, you have officially drank yourself into oblivion. You promise if you live, you will never touch a bottle of beer again, But dear dad, if there is one thing you’ve taught me it is not to make promises. Dear dad, I am 18 and by some miracle you made it, And you went to rehab just like you promised. You were sober for all of a month. Dear dad, I guess some monsters are bigger than others. Dear Daddy, I am 19 now, and you are still fighting your monsters every day. So, I think what I’m going to do is find the tallest tree in this city, And I’m going to build you a tree house, That way up there, among the leaves, You will be too far away from this earth for your monsters to be able to find you.

Dear Daddy // ahn (via waistdeepinwords)

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It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.

Charles Bukowski (via wordsnquotes)

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Ang kaibahan ng katalinuhan at kaduwagan

And in the end, the love you take is the love you make.

-The Beatles

Isa ito sa mga argumentong dapat lamang pagtalunan. Dahil hindi lahat ng pag-ibig na binibigay mo ay nasusuklian. Masarap lamang itong pakinggan.

Noong inibig mo ako, Hindi. Mas tamang sabihin na noong naisip mong iniibig mo na ako, Ay mas pinili mong huwag magbigay ng buo. Hindi ko alam sa'yo pero ikaw na ang pinaka-duwag na taong nakilala ko.

Naaalala ko noon ang mga sugat at pilat na naiwan niyang nakatatak at nakakabit sa mga braso mo. Nakikita ko ang mga bakas ng mga hampas nya sa mga balikat mo. Bawat kagat at kalmot at gasgas na ibinigay n'ya sa'yo, Sa mga pagkakataon na akala mo wala lang, Naramdaman ko. Pinaramdam mo silang lahat sa akin.

Anghirap palang pilitin na bumuo nang puso na ayaw magpabuo sa'yo. Hindi ko din kasi alam dati na kailangan, ang kagustuhang maghilom, Manggaling sa kanya mismo.

Pinilit kong pagtagpi-tagpiin ang mga piraso mong nakakalat sa sahig mula nang binitiwan ka n'ya. Sinubukan kong gamutin ang lahat ng sakit na nagpapanatili sa iyong gising sa alas-tres ng umaga. Pinili kong mahulog sa iyo kahit alam kong mas malabo pa sa tubig ng Ilog Pasig ang pag-asa Na maisip mong sa iyo lang ako. Iyong-iyo lang ako.

May mga pagkakataon na nakikita ng ibang tao ang mga pagbabago na akala nila ay ako ang dahilan pero ang hindi nila alam, Sa dami at haba ng mga sakit na iyong naramdaman, Natuto ka lamang na itago silang lahat sa loob mo. Na sa kahit na anong oras, pwede silang lahat lumabas at lamunin na lang ako ng buo. Oo. Ako. Dahil mas pinili kong lumapit sa'yo. Iyong-iyo lang ako.

May mga pagkakataon na gusto kong isipin Na ang bagong taginting ng mga tawa mo ay dahil sa akin. Na ang mga panaginip mo kapag ikaw ay mahimbing, ako ang laman. Na ang mga pangarap mo sa hinaharap ay ako ang hiling. At ang bawat pulso mo ay para sa akin lamang. Dahil sa iyo lang ako. Iyong-iyo lang ako.

Pero hindi. Dahil andami mo nang natutunang paraan para magtago. Napakadami na ng mga pagkakataon na sinayang mo.

Ang akala mo, lahat ng pagkabigo mo sa pag-ibig dati Ay natulungan kang maging mas malakas, mas matatag, mas matalino. Pero hindi. Dahil papasok sa isang bagong pag-ibig ay tinangay mo lahat ng galit. Iniwan mo ang mga aral na natutunan mo maliban sa "Ang pag-ibig ay hindi dapat pagkatiwalaan." Ang tanging bagay na hinahabol mo, na pinipilit mong makuha, Na pinipilit mo dating kapitan kahit na wala na, Ang bagay na akala mo ay lubos sa iyong magpapasaya, Tinitignan mo na may pagdududa ang iyong mga mata. At unti-unti kang nabulag. At hindi mo nakita ang pagibig na nasa harap mo na. Lumipad at nawala.

Hindi bulag ang pag-ibig. Bulag ang mga taong pinipilit tumingin sa araw dahil gusto nilang makakita ng liwanag ngunit ayaw alisin ang kanilang mga de-kolor na antipara.

Wala kang natutunan sa nakaraan. Hindi ka nga nasasaktan. Hindi mo naman mahagilap ang tunay mong kaligayahan.

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Sa Pagibig

(On love by Kahlil Gibran ; A Translation) Kung magkataon na tawagin ka ng pag-ibig, sumunod ka, Kahit pa ang daan niya'y mahirap at matarik. At kung yakapin ka ng kanyang mga pakpak ay magpaubaya ka, Kahit pa ang mga punyal na nakatago sa kanyang mga balahibo ay kaya kang sugatan. At kung mangusap siya sa iyo ay maniwala ka, Kahit pa ang kanyang tinig ay kayang durugin ang iyong mga pangarap Tulad ng pagsira ng hanging habagat sa mga halamanan. Sapagkat kung paano ka parangalan ng pagibig ay ganoon ka din niya ipapako sa Krus. ‘Pagkat kahit pa siya'y para sa iyong paglago ay ganun din siya para sa iyong pagka-bulok. Kahit pa pinayayabong ka nito sa iyong pinaka-mataas at hinahaplos ng liwanag nito ang iyong mga sanga, Ganoon din niya huhugutin ang iyong mga ugat mula sa pagkakabaon nito sa lupa. Tulad ng mga butil ng mais ay itinatali ka nito sa kanyang sarili. Binabayo ka niya upang mahubdan Ginigiling hanggang sa kuminis. Minamasa hanggang sa lumambot At ika'y kanyang isasalang sa kanyang banal na apoy, upang ika'y maging banal na alay na ihahain sa banal na pista ng Panginoon. Ang lahat ng ito'y gagawin ng pagibig upang malaman mo ang mga lihim ng iyong puso, at sa kaalamang iyon ay maging bahagi ng puso ng buhay. Ngunit kung sa iyong pagkatakot ay hanapin mo lamang ang kapayapaan at kasiyahan ng pagibig, Ay mabuti pang ika'y magbihis at lumiban sa kanyang giikan, Sa isang mundong walang kulay kung saan ikaw ay tatawa, ngunit hindi lahat ng iyong kasiyahan, at iiyak, ngunit hindi lahat ng iyong luha. Walang ibinibigay ang pagibig kundi ang kanyang sarili at walang tinatanggap kundi ang galing din sa kanya. Ang pagibig ay hindi nang-aangkin at nagpapa-angkin ; Sapagkat ang pagibig ay sasapat lamang sa pagibig. Kapag ika'y umibig hindi mo dapat sabihing, “Ang Diyos ay nasa aking puso,” kung hindi, “Ako ay nasa puso ng Diyos.” At 'wag mong isipin na kaya mong diktahan ang pagibig, 'pagkat ang pagibig, kung matantong ika'y karapat-dapat, ay ididikta sa iyo ang iyong landas. Walang kagustuhan ang pagibig kung hindi tuparin ang kanyang sarili. Ngunit kung ikaw ay umibig at mangailangan, maging ito ang iyong kailanganin: Ang matunaw at umagos na parang batis na umaawit sa gabi. Ang malaman ang sakit ng lubos na pagaaruga. Ang masugatan sa iyong sariling kaalaman ng pagibig; At masaktan ng kusang-loob at may ligaya. Ang gumising sa bukang-liwayway ng may pusong kayang lumipad at magbigay pasasalamat sa isang bagong araw ng pagibig; Ang magpahinga sa tanghali at magnilay sa sarap ng pagibig; Ang umuwi sa hapon ng puno ng pasasalamat; At matulog nang may panalangin para sa minamahal sa iyong puso at awit ng papuri sa iyong mga labi.

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Zodiac Signs

When a Scorpio loves a Taurus All hell breaks loose. Every law of the Zodiac states That you should both stay away Because one will be wronged by the other But no one will back down from their ideals. And while Scorpios are ruled by water, Earth will define Taurus'principles.

You see, I don't believe these things as I'm a man of reasons. But since we've been together, I was inclined to believe such notions. You, my Taurus lover, can not be more bull-headed in nature. While I, your ground crawling envoy, will always be emotionally immature. While you thrive in knowing all of my secrets as your version of trust, I will always keep one or two of them up my sleeves for my ruse. And, yes, as you know very well, I am indeed very jealous But you are so stubborn and you piss the hell out of my arseholes. Oh please, excuse my language.

And now, I am inclined to believe this Zodiac stuff As they are proving to be accurate and exact. But if I can believe such things as the Zodiac, If I can believe people who read the stars in the sky as if they are books, Why should I not believe in us? Why should I not believe in the possibility That your stars and mine are destined to be entangled And that each of their lights will be used for each other's counsel. That, we, in our own little world, can persevere to be with each other. After all, we make the best sex partners. Oh, again, excuse my language.

And excuse me for saying this, my bull-headed Taurus lover. But we complete each other.