they didn’t evolve as one of what they were conscious of two distinct people each has different dreams to pursue together they exist but it didn’t make them grow a brighter one, their future might be so let them be apart, let each be free
today, i woke up with some thoughts should i write or just forgo the day noises i heard of today’s punches are lifting me up from the bed intensity of spirit is driving me out away from the usual me
i saw a caravan of weakened souls heading to a point unknown with open hands raised to the heavens their faces looked tired and blown
from my window i heard the blubbering shouts of anger i could hardly understand an inspiration, a subject, should they be? paper and pen… an echo, be the draft’s body ?
when no dreams are left to dream no roads to tread and shadows to follow no hints of footprints to trace and track a calm sleep tonight is hard to wish for will the sunrise wake you up and greet tomorrow with a wooden smile a star-gazer in an angry sky tonight delaying chances is another time wasted dreams don’t speak when and where to begin dreamers wait for hell to freeze over
feeling the cold wind in an open sea of guilt warm as a summer’s heat i could never see where hatred was built
a castle made of stone at the top of a lonely throne people living in there can’t find a little love a simple, warm, and tender care
friendly a smile, sincere a hug can the utmost difference make where kindness could be plucked from anyone else down the road not from the one whose heart is locked...
i walked into the center of broken reveries befuddled and flummoxed, i shared a stumped image of the beginning’s birth marked moments at the spilled beans captured the past glories and shames with recognition or admission of guilt…
the green leaves dancing with the wind whichever direction they sway to they’re all hostile to my sentiments which exude from an empty smile, many have observed that i hoard a lot of winter’s dreary lonesome smirk …
a place of withdrawn importance left to the exclusion of comfort he’ll live with it inside always welcoming a silence
at the boundaries of grief and laughter hurdling human nature’s limits inside his heart, mind and spirit he would be blowing victory’s trumpet
euphoria of stars will finally spark flashing a thousand words of joy truth running its course on rivers and streams launching a thousand honest dreams
the certainty of things bound to begin driving on the road through thick and thin shattered struggles breaking some efforts and kill the prize awaiting up on the hill … ___________
sometimes dreadful words will hurt sharp as the thinnest edge of a knife at times a rose can bring the sun up lighten the sky unbending your twisted life flowers can be the talk of wisdom the sunshine of long awaited hope your source of envisioned strength to win back the better life you once owned
a prophet speaks theatrically what tomorrow would bring his eyes would whisper either the truth or the lie but your heart could feel his heart his truth is another one’s lie another’s uncertainty is his accuracy neither he nor the other can’t tell the genuineness of reality
This is one of my first posts trying again to present myself to the WordPress world as a result of forgetting my password in my other account. I’ve decided to open another account rather than trying countless passwords that flash into my mind. Let me post this again to add a little more readers in my favor. Here it is…
I have few friends. Befriending anyone demands my feel. A feeling of lightness towards a person may lead to consider opening up a conversation. Physical appearance is insignificant. Through a conversation, my first impression could be partially based and I could gamble for a second plunge.
This is how friend is defined by the dictionary. I took only three significant definitions. I thought that using pictures will further boost what the dictionary says.
It is a noun.
1.a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
Photo by Manuel Torres Garcia on Pexels.com ________________
i shot the moon with my eyes i fired bullets and hit it twice first, it landed on the crust but missed Lunar Maria and Lunar Terrae it bore a deep hole into the mantle reached the core, outer and inner the hardest part the inner core like your heart i can’t ignore
the second bullet passed thru your mind it made some convincing to be noticed not playing blind thanks god your outer core have melted that left the inner core be thawed softened, moved and beat towards this heart of mine may you shine bright all thru the night…
In the midst of the olden days reeling off from my mind it lays gone-by moments years i’ve used-up I only take-in the good ones back
rough forbearance triggered my tears hurting my heart and it did coerce rebounding memories keep talking in silence knocking at the door of my lucid conscience
i will be home i know not when the good, the bad the excuses and then prayers were said its righteous acumen so be it, judgment among men
memories of laughter and delight saved and secured in my mind maintained and guarded by my heart locked with honor and pride
of all the happy journals and notes i’ll wish that i could remember the days of my notable enduring youth that were swarmed and blessed with love and cheers from my family and friends during the puzzling and tricky moments trekking the road, crossways and bends
it was a time when teens were so careless and free not yet ripe as a fruit they thought abstractly grasping cognitive changes while in puberty they wanted a life lived independently
building identities approaching adulthood parent’s conveyed some guidance teens resented creating a feud feelings of indifference taken as an insult things not ironed out too hot to handle and wrinkled
through the passing of time differences collided but chances were so kind complexities changed and adjusted as parental love is forgiving and so does of teen’s i felt overjoyed and sunny kisses and hugs done just like a movie…
As I scrolled down my works for a visit, I passed this poem of mine that I wrote two years ago and read it over.
I came to realize that although the bridge was built with bamboo materials it has served its purpose appropriately well.
I was certain that bridges are of help to people to move around and it couldn’t be denied that it has served the community in many ways. Credit goes to the BAMBOO and its builders.
a kettle in an open flame half filled with water i laid my eyes on it and saw scratches of the past walled with some grains of rust like the knights of an era who encircled a palace and defended it triumphantly against the foes of fire
as the water boiled loud bubbles cried to be freed from internal heat and into my cup filled with coffee, sugar and cream
a little swirling with a spoon brown pool of liquid into my system down into the sea of troubled mass gave some satisfaction to the body …
golden trees of summer with foliage in gold together with its flowers are maturing tenfold season’s period is ending a new one knocks to begin autumn will be unfolding life’s new chapter is calling as the cycle goes a-changing the elders will be retiring at this season’s end autumn leaves start to fall
it might be, you were not aware
when you were young, you were under my care
i fed you when you were thirsty and hungry
the available meats, chicken and turkey
i remember how your growl rumbled
and i felt so afraid
your eyes met mine like a spear
piercing the deepest part of my fear
reminiscing, how sharp your fangs were
i really felt very scared
the first time you bragged about those teeth
i felt i'm already dead
through the shivering fears
i've seen you grabbed and attacked your prey
biting those cuts and deep-rooted wounds
i was a witness on how you slayed
now we've met again after so many years
your presence i missed, made me shed some tears
memories of you being ferocious in the wild
made me wonder how gentle you were, when you hug me
like a child
i wish we could be together, even for a short time
so we could play again i missed to act in mime
kindness and love i have shown you then
i say, goodbye for now, 'till we meet again
_________________
i don’t have to dream anymore i don’t have to touch the clouds and ride the moon i don’t have to reach the stars, the milky way to roam i just don’t have to…
whenever i think of myself the things that i want for me the future i want to be i just think of you from here to eternity
i don’t want to dream anymore if i’ll fail having you i don’t want to dream anymore what’s the use of life without you
but i will find you even if i cease to dream someday the dream will find me looking for you
then we’ll meet halfway between the clouds and the moon among the stars and milky way and we will be the stars of the dream….soon
beclouded line of the far horizon dark overcast dimmed the day tried to catch the remaining light and keep it in his memory
hard up as he was born just a decent life, didn’t wish for more unexpectedly the spirit would be torn tears have fallen scattered on the floor
pathways have crossed the jungles deep didn’t mind if he was dreaming while asleep twilight took him to the deep of night dawn had him leading an herd of sheep
sometime, he felt dumb that he would say his life was a waste of time to play in the sky, dark clouds dominate rained his life with so much weight
he tried hard to be aware fixing all those past mistakes learned that behind those dark clouds HOPE is the silver lining he had found…
I walked into her room as the rains poured with might seeing her in a deep sleep flashed a vision, myself as her knight
Lovely roses spread on her bed with petals pink and white stunningly crowned her little head as she dreams away the night
“Sleep my lovely little angel your moment of innocence will be over…”
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“Sleep my lovely little angel your time of innocence will be over…“
a chair facing the lonesomeness of somewhere seats a man with thoughts of stares every direction his mind wanders seeking peaceful equilibrium with his spirit’s sentiments
streams of kneaded past tableaus runs around his grayed memory lane turning shifts of melancholy listlessness freeing, hidden concern of not caring anymore in anything manifests his being at the edge of time, the total surrender of his existence
sometimes i forget who i am always thinking that i could fly the afterthought of having you around is getting stronger when i look into the sky
sometimes i just want you where i am always feeling that death is nature’s crime i feel my wholeness and being complete chances are, with you i could not die
mornings are dreams yet to come each daybreak, what would it bring two of us i see out there flying let it be you, my needed wings
among the clouds i can see no boundaries time has discarded its own set of limits errors and flaws were deemed as fallacies all when you became my pair of wings
the stars glitter in the midnight sky a tinseled space, unlimited no slot for bitter tears hiding happy hearts beaming with pride
the brilliance of the moon displays luminous incandescent glow of youth no clouds could ever clothe its blaze to spread its light to the human race
dawn maybe near or mid-nowhere moon’s playful light conveys joy everywhere sleepy earth awaits wondrous awakening golden sunrise brings a new beginning
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“I will not do this again, I swear !” (Anicycle at Kampo Juan, Bukidnon, Philippines)
____________________ Anicycling – biking on steel rope (Zip Line ) _________
The photographer said, “At the count of three, raise your hands, 1, 2, 3 “. I did not do it. The order fell on deaf ears. My knees were trembling while my companion was enjoying the thrill of his life. He was at the peak of fun while I was in labor finishing the distance of toeing the line.
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Little rains, whispers of the twilight want to know where you’ve been sunset hides from the clouds they fell in the silence of the world’s noise Little rains, droplets of diamonds glisten through the near-night sky catch the weakened rays of the sun comfort the tears, smile and dry your eyes
“Travel far enough, you meet yourself “- David Mitchell
“I love the feeling being anonymous in a city I’ve never been before” – anonymous
Traveling alone can be engaging and fun. But it depends on the place you want to go. To a place where it’s only me and my shadow are making the journey is somehow a gratifying adventure. Being adventurous is always an all-knowing task. Making it a point that you’re fully informed of the place you’re going to. Making sure that you are alert on other people’s advises. In my case, I searched the internet for possible advisories. I armed myself with enough instructions and tips about what, when, where, and how’s on my way to and back. Monetary considerations is always a must. To be a tourist in the eyes of my host is satisfying but I need to act both, a tourist and a traveler. I look braver as a traveler.
“The arch, 18 metres (59 ft) wide, 4 metres (13 ft) deep and 11 metres (36 ft) high, is surmounted by a 10 feet (3 m) tall brass image of Our Lady of Peñafrancia and two angels on each side. The main portal’s two small gates each accommodate three persons, while the central portal accommodates at least eight persons.“
“The arch was commissioned by the Archdiocese of Cáceres, and its construction was financed by the Peñafrancia Devotees of Metro Manila Foundation Inc. with General Salvador Mison as its director.[1] It was designed by architect Gian Paolo P. Priela and completed under the direction of engineer Noriel L. Villar. The Porta Mariae was blessed and inaugurated by Archbishop Leonardo Legaspi on 9 September 2010.[1]“
The first time I saw it, I wondered why they painted it black or somewhat like dark gray. Perhaps to look elegant and in harmony with the other colors of the surrounding which is gray.
This is the altar of the Basilica of Our Lady of Penafrancia . That’s me.
This is the glass dome fronting the Basilica.
There are other beautiful churches in Naga city worth visiting. This only proves that Naga city is a devoted Christian city. They are a very religious people and adhere to Christian values .
Is it unusual to make a post out of a comment from a confidant? This concerns about the images during my sleep. I am a little bit distracted about the causes of those images . Why that kind of images in succession was created in my mind as I was at rest.
Last week, I wrote about my dreams and at the last part of the post I ask if there’s anyone who can interpret scenes in my dream. Tony A. was the one who made an “in-depth analysis” of my dream. He replied intelligently about the images that appeared in my dreams. He acted like a psychiatrist, scientist, and a fortune teller at the same time. (smiles) But thanks to him, he was right. His interpretation was exactly what I was thinking everyday after all these months of the pandemic. Here’s the portion from my post last week for those who were not able to read the part:
Scene 1 :
“The queue was long and people were conversing with each other and overheard this. “What’s the job you’re applying for?” I was puzzled to be in that queue, lining for a job interview. ………I heard it. “He’s too gentle for the job.” I got more confused and clueless about the whole thing. “
Scene 2 :
“In that space of nothingness, I met my brother-in-law on a bike while I was waiting for a ride. I don’t know where I was going to. With my knapsack strapped on my back, I saw his face. He was a little bit concerned where I was going.“
Tony A. :
Here is Tony A.’s analysis :
“The queue outside the church represents the work and social connections of the society you live in. The ‘too gentle’ advice is you accepting you don’t fit into the pattern. The link with your brother -in-law shows you have a desire to travel and leave your present environment but have no definite plans -hence the look of concern on his face.”
I find his dissection of the scenes correct. The interpretation was precise. In anticipation of my desire to return to the big city was a big obstacle for me since I keep on worrying when it would be possible. Since the first lockdown in the country was imposed, I have already spent months in the province. And that’s what I’ve been thinking of. In addition, I really miss travelling inside and outside the country. One trip has already been cancelled due to this virus pandemic.
I tried searching
searching for something
something I don't have
I tried looking
looking for a thing
something i don't own
I tried claiming
claiming something not mine
words were said but not done
having something to own
but i didn't know i have it
surely,i don't know it
hard times were crossing my path
until my knees were wounded and torn
embracing my will to go on
my face was slapped a hundred times
my back was whipped a hundred more
but i didn't think of death
with cries of agony
i fought back with Hope
that it will end soon
but my life was hanging
with a tiny thread of chance
little did i know that i still have Strength
i hold on to that strength unknown to me
persevered and endured the pains of a fight
i crossed the inmost depths of ravines
and ignored the ravages of storms
dived the deepest of the ocean floors
survived the horrors of wars
now i know what i've been searching for
now i know what i'm looking for
now i have the courage of claiming it
it's the COURAGE that was hidden within me
--o0o--
I have few friends. Befriending anyone demands my feel. A feeling of lightness towards a person may lead to consider opening up a conversation. Physical appearance is insignificant. Through a conversation, my first impression could be partially based and I could gamble for a second plunge.
This is how friend is defined by the dictionary. I took only three significant definitions. I thought that using pictures will further boost what the dictionary says.
It is a noun.
1.a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
to add (a person) to one’s list of contacts on a social media website:
An idiomatic expression of friend.
make friends with, to enter into friendly relations with; become a friend to.
There are many sub-topics about friends that could be discussed. Idioms, quotes, quotations, sayings, poems, and songs could be written about. Its significance could not be ruled out in our everyday undertakings. Its meaning could be put to practice. We could find friends anywhere. And enemies, too. But who needs one. I prefer trustworthy friends rather than bitter enemies. The world would be peaceful with friends. Count on me and let’s make this universe happy.
Friends could be an animal or nature. It doesn’t always mean to be humans. Even beasts could become a sweet friend. In some instances wild animals could be domesticated and eventually adopt our ways and behavior and become our dearest friend.
This is all for now. Be a friend to everybody. It’s worth to be one.
I’m waiting for a spark to strike me to begin a topic of discussion. Something that will ignite my mind and feelings to write. It hasn’t come to me at this moment. Maybe at the stretch of this piece it will come slowly and without my knowledge this writing is finished.
Inspiration ! This is what I am waiting for. Ideas. Feelings. Arousal of my mind. I still can’t advance the continuance of what I am looking for. Maybe I have to concentrate a little more. I have to do away with a little disturbance. But the distraction is making me think deeply enough. Hoping my train of thoughts would not be disturbed and break its continuity. Again, concentrate.
An inspiration is what I need to start coining some phrases and conceiving it as a sentence. Agreeing to what it means needs a little pondering of the mind. Sentence construction is of the essence. Stanzas will be formed as my sentences are grouped to one thought or scene.
Inspire me more !
Express a thought one after another. Write what my mind is reeling at the moment. Continue until it stop. Stoppage gives me the chance to think further to give me more millage. Continue as I begin again to step on the pedal of speed.
Is it time to end? Have my ideas been expressed to the limit? Tenses and others, checked? Did I picture it right about my ideas and views of what I have expressed in my sentences? The whole stanzas? The whole piece? Was it the truth?
Sobre notícias e política com um viés nacionalista, onde os bravos nunca ousaram percorrer e que não espere deste o obsequioso silêncio dos covardes, amortecendo consciências, desarmando resistências que só no fátuo da retórica da ideia, da moral e da ética é que se venera seu oponente evitando a sedição!
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