i never know the image of the sun at night behind those clouds i know it is shining bright all throughout my life it’s there since i was born God explains why roses bloom among the thorns
rainbows appear when the sky showers against the sun with the brightness of day, a beautiful bridge is done but what fun could it give to those whose truths are blind who can only hear the beauty hidden from behind
i hear the river growls and runs in heavy storms downstream it goes bombarding rocks and stones the land dampens as tears pour from heaven ’till the cold embraces me feeling your presence…
deposited a bundle of truth fifty thousand when counted in a bank where tellers look like a bunch of demons next day i returned deposited a thousand lies tellers have changed looks to olden angels without skies three days after i brought ten piggy banks ten thousand honest coins infant tellers have joined the ranks…
i don’t mean to tread what’s in the cards unveiling a scene at the doors of fantasy seems to float on the stream of fallacy this won’t hold water, be jolly and holy
roads i know not where they lead downhill and the other is up so steep shutting eyes to what’s in front of me clueless, the road appears endless and free
downhill hike is a deadly choice of all forms where it ends, the sea cooks the birth of storms horrendous waves crash, blasting rocks in minutes trekking the devil’s road of anthills in the infinite
held my head up near the dark clouds razor-sharp marble road winding on mountain tops people at ease whiling hours of motionless grasping some air for the much needed rest
right before me is the road i have ignored unruffled, composed, and silently obscured gardens of flowers, trees, and birds abound papa and mama waving at paradise’ found…
sometimes i dream, sometimes i don’t my early sleep drives dreams away if late it means that i’ll prepare ’cause i’m sure i’ll meet my nightmare
at times, not too early, not too late to sleep i’ll do the counting, one to a hundred sheep too many, too long, waiting for heavy eyes so i count mosquitoes biting, and the running mice.
image by: ramsey tendero – Lake Sebu, South Cotabato, Philippines
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With these bare hands that i have memoirs will take center stage words coming out from different heads story lines queue with different threads
sad and happy thoughts of yester years threads of life sewn with sweat and tears colors of different hues and various shades form part of the fabric that these hands made
writing in any form with my worn out hands from the deepest feels of mind’s silhouette hinterlands painful cries of tired difficult moments sweet smiles on great and easy days they won’t be forgotten, with these hands…
you want something to happen to be true with anticipation you cherish a desire you are expecting something with confidence to happen in one’s life, circumstances or events something positive is being expected what if the outcome turns out negative would you still hope for the best? or just let life find its own course and let it be…
why do i shatter to pieces when you stand before me tremble with the highest intensity as your eyes meet mine
wrapping my saintly celestial mind with your diabolical stare thoughts are often forgotten, speechless, you left me behind
lost then gone in the traffic of anonymity left to decay in the scraps of impossibility no one has cared for the messy state i’m here abandoned acting to be brave
in one unexpected time and place surprisingly we met again face to face i held my composure at the center of the isle you offered a hand shake with sweet lovely smile
cold as ice when our hands met halfway as you grip mine i melted right away but you let go of my hand in seconds past wonder of wonders, we embraced to last…
I touched the shadow of your soul i was stirred up by an emotion i tried to calm the senses the soul defied the grant how can i appease a soul enraged by a fiery pain how can a troubled heart bring smiles into an old rotten stain i thought of bringing back sunshine into your life a new start where there is forgiveness a new life where there is a brand new kind of LOVE…
Sophistication the breath to any space it brings bright hues or lean balances out the monochromatic fashion style perfect as an adornment classic or modern
but whatever it bears this form of art conveys the hands that gave life and brought into sight his name will be etched into our mind …
Come with me and let’s fly let’s circle the world with our wings Take me in your dreams i’ll make you my queen Together we’ll live in a castle and i’ll be your king
Tonight let’s make it happen to be the man and woman A family for us to raise with God for us to praise Let’s build a kingdom of our own no one should ever replace you on your throne
Together as the night is still awake let our kingdom come Together let us soar to the sky and reach the summit of eternity Let’s dream the dream and make this a reality…
From Masbate city, it took us 1 hour to reach Aroroy by van which has its terminal at the port. We were supposed to proceed to Bugui Point for the lighthouse but, unfortunately there were no more boats that would transport us to the northern part of Masbate which will take an hour for the travel. We settled for a decision to just spend our time in the nearby vicinity and its immediate environs for, tomorrow we will proceed to the municipality of Mandaun in the southern portion of Masbate, which means that we would be back in the city on that same day. So, here are the photos of Aroroy and its immediate vicinage.
Aroroy, Masbate is a first class municipality bounded on the North by the Masbate Pass, to the East by the municipality of Baleno, to the West by the Sibuyan Sea and to the South by the municipalities of Milagros and Mandaun.
Aroroy has a total land are of 44,040 hectares or 440.40 square kilometers that covers 41 barangays.
I penned this poem years ago and, today, I feel that posting it here would disperse my own idea and description about what I have grasped and explored friendship through the years.
how it begins, sometimes i wonder when do i consider the start of day with the sun’s rays scorching the clay ? or the first tweets of the birds at play ?
crows of the chickens wake me up cries of a baby lead me to get up the engine of the car that grinds or the day’s grilling of our minds
at what time should a day begin ? when there’s banging of ladles and pots in our kitchens? what should define the day’s beginning ? is it by the dawn’s slow sun’s rays bursting ?
characterized in ancient times by a sunrise the beginning was ended in sunset’s light, the advancing evening was not a disguise God’s defined day, is the process of daylight becoming night…
virtual goodbyes from faces whose tears are flowing from afar unembraced goodbyes separated by ropes distanced from miles away by car
a selected few of chosen attendees made a traffic of flying hugs and kisses in the skyway of imagining traffic lights gestures were done our virtual first and last goodbyes
we were born only to die dying is our final place to hide but it is so painful to be lost today to be grabbed by the virus and taken away
bye-bye to our loved ones, adios wherever you might be, in heaven or hell catch our sweet kisses in the sky God knows we’ve said our last goodbyes…
beloved little child in his arms he carried like a babe in the woods, innocently naked blameless at that guiltless stage thoughts so pure and angelic at his age
the child didn’t know how it was to be a loving father like him didn’t know how it was in everyday living poverty has taken them in
drowning in the neck-deep rotten trash looking for something to be sold for cash but what a little worth of money can buy food which can’t last an hour of supply
staring at the child without a healthy meal was like a kill, driving him to steal he was not him on the planned day on the street he’s not a thief, not a rubber nor a cheat
“Lord, please give us food, oh Lord”, he did pray “don’t let lose my guarded virtues to decay” on that changed of heart he was thankful for the sick child awoke and saw a man at the door
a neighbor showed up bearing foods as a gift dressed in all white and acted like a priest indeed, a servant of the Lord has already come the answer to his prayers and it’s done
foods now lay on the table for two hungered those abundance that’s something new never too late, came rarity breezed in wind of miracle was felt by the heart and skin…
life, as i can remember it then
a typical one in a family of ten
to each his own way of trekking the journey
life's clean living or the one that's dirty
aspired to be a winner but chances failed
still life went on though how far i've sailed
wanted to be better but settled for worse
it was hard to take i took it as a curse
life's quest for brighter stars did not end
patience and will in mind i ran the ugly bends
searching for gold under the thick haystacks
i persevered a lot now i hold high victory's flag
as my life nears the finish line of the race
i'll leave some words of wisdom on my resting place
in life people are thinking about survivaloutdo yourself, think not about the others as your rivals...
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questions left unanswered witty thoughts gave a smile unanswered questions forgotten in the sanctuary of a joyous profile queries sometimes need aloofness that they should not be asked disclosures need no spaces if questions question the questions’ task
a question need an answer for it asks us for something functions as a request for information being sought unknown the only questions i want to ask is as simple as, do you love me if you can’t give an answer now after a year, will you marry me
Mandaun, Masbate, Philippines – The coming of the storm can’t prevent the poverty-stricken people of Mandaun, Masbate to go fishing despite the bad weather. Coast guard have to stop them from going into the sea to prevent untoward incidents to happen in this time of the rainy season. Warnings have been announced and circulated not to go on sail but some fishermen ignored such warnings.
____________________ the meaning of being lost in a world of fantasy it’s not a secret anymore ’cause there’s love between you and me
i did it all before to be in a place so heavenly i hide it all alone in illusions and imaginations
now i know that there’s love in a pretending lonely heart now i know that your heart beats mine not in fantasy anymore
days are brighter now than ever the light has shone on a stormy weather now i couldn’t build the castles in the air your love has been and always be fair …
a body of peeled-off skin blown by the edges of the wind unclothed by bitter harsh words sharp tongue has trimmed and thinned
fighting a foe with bare iron hands cannot guaranty a sure clean win being quiet and calm in speechlessness battle could be won without firing a gun
best-kept secrets of truth have been set free allegations can’t prove charges of being guilty bullets fired became blank and empty head-on collision is a fight against the bully …
La Playa de Roxas, or Baybay beach as it is commonly called by the locals, faces the Sibuyan Sea and belongs to the Western Visayas Region, at the northeastern portion of Panay Island which neighbors Aklan, Antique, and Iloilo. Roxas city is the capital of Capiz province which has a population of 167,003 based on the 2015 statistics.
Baybay beach is a favorite tourist spot of local residents on weekends. The beach’s gray sand of 7 kilometers long boasts its charm through the night, setting its shores with ample visitors from nearby towns served by the neighboring restaurants that cater sea foods and other cuisines of reasonable prices which are a come-on for visiting local friends and foreign guests.
Your moments become more appealing, glamorous and romantic as you stroll on the shore at night. It could be made enjoyable seeing various activities in sight, like, fishing and having some lovely conversations with the local gentle people.
A group of fishermen drop their net at the beach before the onset of darkness…
As the catch grows in numbers, these men gather their strength together pulling the net as it slowly nears the sand bed on shore…
Getting their acts together, darkness gets closer as the net of fishes nears the beach’s sands… In addition to the day’s take,a boat with their catch arrives to unload…
my mind is singing some songs i know not which to finish there are songs of love and great admiration songs of hate and separation
unfinished tunes in my mind i know not which to sing again right in the middle of every chant i know not which to say the lines happy or sad goodbye defines
to end some songs i choose some scenes i need to see which among those apply to me those quotes where i’ve been through life’s worldliness i believe is true…
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A sunny day bright and full of smiles ambience is in high spirits everyone stepped out of character Clouds took wings and rushed to a distance gave space to two people’s pleasures now rejoicing in the moment’s freedom
once will be enough dreams don’t have reruns nightly affair with closed eyes a trip elsewhere in a distance
it’s the other way around what they really mean when the night plays you’re rich morning is, you’re a guy in need
it is not real nor the truth when you wish upon a dream it is what you hope in thought that you will reign supreme
your will to win gaining the laurels losing hope is undoing a dream if you’re tired running, walk but don’t stop ’till the race is won don’t loose your steam…
“Bad guys are best heard in their bad deeds and hardly seen in their good words. They have overflowing abstract intellectual surplus in their minds.” — Anonymous
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The airport is located in Racha Thewa in the Bang Phli district of Samut Prakan province, 30 kilometers east of Bangkok. It inherited its IATA airport code BKK from Bangkok Don Mueang International Airport. In the interim period while both airports were operating operating (from September 15th to September 28th) Suvarnabhumi used the code NBK. Don Mueang International Airport’s new code is DMK.
Facilities. 130 passport control checkpoints for arrivals, 72 for departures. 26 customs control checkpoints for arrivals, 8 for departures. 22 baggage conveyor belts. 360 check-in counters. There are 100 additional counters for passengers without luggage. 107 moving walkways. 102 elevators. 83 escalators.
as i touch the cobwebs of my past strangled at the sleepy corners of my mind cloudy fibers are woven with symmetry as if my life dangled with moments unaligned
as they lay thick of fine particles of dust times of yore covered with painful lies not knowing if i have to pout or smile and wait for the tender tide to rise
knowing that water seeks its own level tiny facts of life rose to fame never did i make a bizarre conclusion letting go of sharpened tongues that put me to shame
for whatever reasons there might be your mere presence was meant for the truth you were caught in the middle of sifting out between the olden times and your youth…
Nights made me a great hero in scenes i best played I got wings just before dawn flying to nowhere In places that don’t have names faceless people live Daylight’s warmth woke the silence…
I hear a mouthful of your words that speaks a thousand little thought i hear the chirping of those lovely birds bringing to light true facts that you distort
speak your mind and be bold say what your heart feels walls have ears and they listen every news begets a pair of wings
deformed, perverted meanings of facts out there make every mind reacts and it’s unfair twisting, amplifying and injecting spares falsehoods’ sequels are severely tough to bear…
