with my cellphone i took photos of the road

from where we are it was clear of traffic

with back packs, a vehicle and quite a load

i guessed it would a bit quick

later, situation came bumper-to-bumper

with cars, bus and trucks got piled up together

a new vehicle leads the pack

but unfortunately, ours are stuck on the back

it really seem quite far we went

i am waiting to see the journey end

but it seem quite odd sometime?

when no all i see is the same all the time

vehicles, roads, and so forth and so on

little big trees and grasses are all gone?

i asked my friends where can they be

they told me nothing except laugh and see

kind of like a lonely road ahead

driving a mile without looking back

i lean back from the leather seat color red

while the engine is noisy says my friend Mack

we’re approaching the end of the road?

the town is getting nearer i think..

i saw a number of houses, vehicles and a lot of large billboards

but it was only in my dreams because i fell asleep

its like snow in june i thought i see

because i am in between sleep and awake

but really what i am seeing here

is adirty windshield with lots of dust

there i was with my cellphone taking shots

of the stone pavement that serves as walls

going to our destination in the northern part of the country

the travel is reall not that comfy

rocky mountains without trees or plant life

quarried for constructions and infrastructures

some are from tailing from mining sites upland

i saw one guy slipped and fell unto the ravine

the stiff slope is like an accident prone roadway

where every so often one can be caught

mountains on the left and a ravine to the right

with a long way ahead we approached the city limits

here we are at the doors of heaven

where there are few trees more stones and sand

peables are plants and gravels are ferns

trees are abobe and fruits are cement

quarrying destroys mountains

it kills species who doesn’t have a names yet

see the truck filled with stones

i saw it in the metro in a construction firm

now the trees can be seen despit the scrouching heat

as if our skin is burning already

its not in anyway achange in climate

every summer these temperatures are being felt

like the buring bush on moses’ story

some says its aclimate thing which is silly

not true i say but anyway some see

that indeed a change is inevitable in this part of the country

we went to this beautiful place

a picturesque place set in the city of pines

full of narra trees and pines all around

a calm and serene abode for anyone

where ancient dieties still revered

highly observed traditions still lives and preserved

gods has images and replicated around

respect and worship customs abound

this is the tallest but not the highest god

he’s not bad but he looked quite sad

he was made an expert artisan

a tribal leader an artist and a wise man

these are inscriptions from our ancient alphabet

some of us now knew but not using it widely

just for arts and poetry like this new literary

 the journey stops and this is my picture poetry.