#SaveMaryJane The people have prevailed, now heads must roll

Migrante International

The people united will never be defeated! Supporters and vigil-goers at the Indonesian embassy broke out in cheer when they heard the good news (photo by Kathy Yamzon) The people united will never be defeated! Supporters and vigil-goers at the Indonesian embassy broke out in cheer when they heard the good news (photo by Kathy Yamzon)

It is with utmost jubilance that we announce to all Filipinos and supporters here in the Philippines and around the world that the Indonesian government has suspended the implementation of the death sentence on our kababayan Mary Jane Veloso until all proceedings in the Philippines is finished.

We express our most heartfelt joyous solidarity with the Veloso family – Tatay Cesar and Nanay Celia, Christopher, Maritess, Darling and the rest of Mary Jane’s siblings, Michael, and most especially to Mac-Mac and Darren who have captured our hearts and further fortified our resolve to fight for Mary Jane’s life to the end. We feel your triumph because it is also ours. We rejoice with you. You have become every Filipino’s family, and Mary Jane…

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A Ride with Mary Jane

Her scent
perfumes the air
when I touch her with fire.
She burns my eyes
when I smell her.

I laid back, allowing
her to take in control.
I close my eyes, savoring
her smooth ride, waking up
my slumbering senses.

I hear
the sound of my sweat
breaks on the floor.
My senses becomes slow
and my thirst grows more.

Such taste
makes me want her more.
There is peace she brings
as darkness covers my sight.

Bouquet

red rosesThese red roses bloom
to speak speeches of my heart,
that my lips cannot utter.

I am plucking the thorns
of these red roses, wounding
my fingers for the first time.
I am embracing these red roses
with a plastic, protecting
the leaves from falling.
I am tying the base of these red roses
with a red ribbon, preventing
these red roses from shaking.

Time might fade
the red roses’ colors.
But the true red roses
grow in my heart
where the red roses’ petals
sway endlessly to the music
that my heart plays.

"Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation." – Graham Greene