posted June 04, 2009

BY: EMIL ABAD EUROPA, DMD, MPH, MBA, LLB
       27 May 2009
   
(Preview: The following expository piece is a satire in its entirety. It is fashioned in a general and generic form, and is not intentioned for
  a specific person or situation. It is depicted through symbolism, simile, metaphor, allusion and allegory of the highest level. Deciphered closely, each line unravels situations and events that will, perhaps, bring implications and insights which can be derived from the actions of contemporary human society.)

          Uod hails from the depths of the lilac bloom - intriguingly beautiful and alluring but derogated - where its brazen ilks breed in
 glorious abundance, in contempt of the glow of golden gardens upon which their caustic slimes thrive.

              As the gilded fiery chariot from its eastern chamber shoots up the steep arch towards the heavens, Uod, like a falling star, drops
to the ground from the zenith of the battered flower, creeps through the vast expanse of neighboring pruned leafages. From morn to dewy
eve, Uod searches for, and wallows in solemn vows, breathing airs and frantic passions to hold a well-favored show: all the compliments of courtesy and deceiving sweet semblances of friendship  and liaisons that bind.

            Warm with the breath of honey, unwary plighted preys fall to Uod's sweet-nothings bathed with ivory star lights under scarlet-covered skies.Endowed with generous gifts of deception and wile, Uod steals the authentic fire of hapless prodigals. In their sad reality, Uod's victims suffer in unshown... untold... and suffocating sense of woe.

            Until one fateful day... in the enfolds of a labouring moon in midsummer... under the canopy of cerulean prairies of the heavens...
Uod bumped into a Titan in disguise. They played a mazurka that gods despise. Uod was baited to a game where human spirit is heir to, a
feast upon frolics in seemingly limitless abundance of ptomaine cleverly concealed under the veil of vengeance. In gradual savagery, Uod's flesh and  psyche were consumed in ruthless greed by the Titan. A mighty lesson for Uod. Too late to wriggle out of humiliation and derogation.

            Uod now plays prey to a more seasoned and powerful predator of the mind with covert wretchedness of the furies and satyrs. Uod,
unknowingly, pursued an obscene raven clamorous over the death of its foe,s honor, dignity, self-esteem and spirit.

            Rains of contagion poured out of the titan's strains. Uod writhes - mental faculties muddled - under its conqueror's banner, with
Titan feasting over the vanquished Uod's desolation. Uod grimaces along half-heard sonatas with nothing to feel but psychic prostration.
His subdued agonizing outcries escape like voices of discordant minstrels chanting like the dying echoes of broken gutiar chords.

            Uod, scum of the earth, phantom in the shades of the loveliness of the lilac bloom, now in adamantine chains of  nature's wrath,
plodding through seemingly eternal centuries, buries himself under the clouds of an expiring storm...

                                                               What now, loose fish?
                                                               You
                                                                are a lion that missed his catch
                                                                and crept away like a
                                                                mouse ensnared.

                                                                You
                                                                 are a desert-saint who failed to
                                                                play his own game at his own
                                                                mock-table.

                                                                You
                                                                 are an unfettered spirit who came
                                                                 like a hurricane that blew the sand
                                                                 in his own eyes.
                                                                 Rabble-dog!

                                                                You
                                                                 learn to laugh and jeer at yourself
                                                                and prophesy your dark days
                                                                painted with infinite
                                                                regrets.

            Listen well:  WE
                                  are not a
                                 hollow statue as
                                 YOU mistook us
                                 for...

                                 WE
                                 are a crooked illusion
                                 who ushered you into
                                 some dance-steps
                                 where you forgot to lift
                                 your feet and
                                 drowned in your own
                                music...

I’M PROUD TO BE A SAN ESTEBANIAN! EBAN NAK! EBAN TAYO! AGBIAG!

 
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