roasting my mind on a bed of assumption rising from the sea of humanity an expedition for an intimate acquaintance with myself
i constantly hear the sounds bringing the promises of truth the waves that keep coming back are left on the distant shore
conversations of the loose-lipped crowd the walls have ears and stories can sprout the things that dangled all around peddlers of lies, empty thoughts abound
for a moment i gazed upon the sky and saw these birds flapping their wings i had hoped they will never forget at times, birds of prey, always a sterling pet
This is N Seoul Tower in South Korea. It is also known as the Namsan Tower or Seoul Tower which holds transmission antennas of KBS, MBC, SBS TV, FM, PBC, TBS, CBS, and BBS FM.[8] It is South Korea’s first general radio wave tower. It had its name changed to N Seoul Tower in 2005, with the “N” standing for ‘new’, ‘Namsan’, and ‘nature.’ There are four observation decks (the 4th observation deck, which is the revolving restaurant, rotates at a rate of one revolution every 48 minutes), as well as gift shops and two restaurants. Most of the city of Seoul can be seen from the top.
sweat dripping on the thirsty ground is water that came from humans physical activity and temperatures around yielded the physical toughness of man
everyone’s life has its ups and downs managed our responses reacted to rebound but each time we face our fears, worries and doubts we find ourselves giving up then turn around
our ability to execute an action at a level that’s always paired with caution the unwavering will to ultimately win is mental toughness, a skill, a discipline
image by : Ramsey Tendero _________________ “Even a mistake may turn out to be the one thing necessary to a worthwhile achievement.” ~ Henry Ford __________________
image by : Ramsey Tendero ________________ “Believe in yourself and all that you are. Know that there is something inside you that is greater than any obstacle.” ~ Christian D. Larson ________________
image by : Ramsey Tendero ______________
“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” ~ Confucius ______________
the first thing he did was to make the sign of the cross then his heart beat so heavy he didn’t understand why words did rattle as he cried
cherished moments when he was small when days became nights as he recalled he longed for love but no one would show no one to leave his goodbyes and greet his hellos God tapped his back and he tailed the shadow
with the looks of a probing child, He said “Come with me, I’ll feed you with the Holy bread. Have faith in me, I’ll give you the best” “Thanks, my Lord, I have found You, God bless”
look at him now, my dear God inside this church he has found the Love goodbyes were left at the doorstep of hunger hellos were met beyond familiar danger
thank God for the treasured memories the golden moments keeping him upright as he fought his battles, winning victories You gave him strength when he’s weak to fight
It’s been an hour sitting on a chair doing nothing. I have cheered myself up by making funny faces in front of the mirror but nothing has changed.
I remained dumb and looking stupid beside an electric fan which looked more stupid than me ’cause it won’t work even when my fingers have hardly pressed its knob.
Though how much force I pressed my pen on my paper nothing has entered my mind to start a sentence. Zero.
So I made some deliberation trying to exploit the limits how far it can go back to another time of my childhood days. But it went kaput.
tomorrow would have come easy if it came without so much pain but the day that has become your past a sad story in tears heavily stained
it’s hard and mentally agonizing for tomorrow seemed a long, long way promises were broken instead of love giving trust was severed, unreasonable to stay
your dawn has come to open your heart your grievous worries that torn you apart cruel past that almost made you go astray have rectified your path to walk on guard
as i dwell upon my yesterday’s thread lonely moments created you since we’ve met me, being with you is hard to forget i could still feel the painful seconds split
days were always a midnight in the rain my heartaches and bruises all have remained unborn moments came by with dreams untold it’s me, i saw standing there in the cold
the olden time has slowly slipped and done sweet mem’ries have ended robbed by someone tears of a stinging foolish change of heart still in my dearest life you are a part…
I’d like to hear tunes of smiles I ‘ll let them float in the free air Our tears will remain within our eyes Not a single one will fall to dry
Songs of hope permeating elsewhere Loud shouts of people with shaken anger Hurting heart beating for precious freedom Death will awaken Hope as the ultimate sum
With my pen in hand in search of light The dream is within our nearest sight We will be heirs of this land, yours and mine No enemy will conquer and pass this borderline
You just came into this life of mine Like the innocence of a child I didn’t pray for the closeness but you have shown me I didn’t expect the chances the nearness you’ve put on display
Your joy always excites me more Your tears weaken me, hard to ignore Your fears caused a trouble to an extent Your laughter is the grin I always invent There’s always a sense of empathy ’cause you’re always there for me
We don’t have to walk hand in hand We don’t have to talk to demand Your presence may cause you to be in my diary It’s your absence that makes me feel ordinary Whoever you are, who do you represent I’m sincerely thankful… in you, I’ve found A Friend
persisting to lift up an angered voice night innuendos of the thinned forest tree tops swaying up some injured noise denuded flesh, warmer wind, nature’s barest
gone are the eagles, monkeys and squirrels butterflies, wild flowers, mushrooms and vines the elders befriended my prized laurels my blood, my flesh, my tears intertwined
as time and space passed by unnoticed my soul, my breath, my only life, my dreams sheltered lives of the hungry, old and the poorest climate change comes to dare mending scraps of greens
what do i see now on this wide space of nature the far distant reach of my eyes could allow enjoying these vibrant prismatic God’s creations right now
flowers of colors like a stretch of rainbows a mile long fantasy floating in the burrows those attractive green thorns poking out at the stems could sting those wanting to share their deceptive dreams
flowers, flowers, flowers everywhere the horizon is a line of colors between water and air flowering but forever are denied of fruits to bear like a woman dressed in new feelings dropping the curtain from pains
now i see the world is full of vain pretensions under the masks hiding some guilty situations but could flowers be some kind of a fix unfolding the world knows nothing could be in safe keeping …
different colors that came into view a beauty cheered by showers, sunshine and you faintly colored sketch seen across the distant sky enhancing the vast expanse of blue and white
bunches of showers and rays of sunlight lighter prism colors starved for a heavier sight more drizzling tears pierced by saddened light brought a charming smile your face can’t hide
the reason why so faint its colors are displayed in the heavens we lift our heads we’re not dismayed maybe God doesn’t give his graces in full the rest are stored behind the rainbow’s bend
ask not for all the graces to be given some sweat and blood are shed for the rest of the remainder unfair for Him if rainbows gained the brightest of colors discover what’s hidden behind, “Please do the honors”
got hooked in my ear a whisper so gentle strayed for awhile got lost in a circle sounds vibrating and fear was instilled i broke down awhile ’till spaces were filled
thoughts would leap from case to case doubting views and notions, dozens of “what ifs” the world is a wheel spinning slow in place judge not my heart to be real or solidly stiff
voices emanating from here and there awash with unheard silence and heeded glare sailing across my mind finding its port to dock and pick up new freight to transport
felt the sadness of voices now i hear seeing pits of yesterdays filled with history’s tears heart and mind have toiled in tandem hand in hand rough chants of the past demand the current stand
Finding your own tendencies, characteristics, and interests, you’ve discovered your personality that you can be out being quiet and introspective and still be a standout.
i thought of the things i did just hours that winked at me leaving a memory in my bucket i believe that it is free sweet smiles that you’ve left i considered them sacred i’ve tried to recapture the message you’ve delivered if you mean that was love that was intended for me i’m glad to get hold of your heart that’s not empty in fascination’s world tonight wandering in the space of time let it be you that i’ll meet in the deep of dark sublime
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i’d like to follow the rainbow and play with the colors that arch from the sea extending to the mountains losing luster as i await and watch
how happy i am when it shows it cools me at noon ’till it’s gone at times the colors brighten like a rose then lightens and fades like the setting sun
in the lives of men if compared born and die in God’s perfect will their time to be saints and sinners if dared laughter, cheers, or bad luck can be downhill
rainbow, if the sky is your place teach me how to hang high up there bravely awaits the time to leave no trace to appear and bring joy to all somewhere
alluring presence pried my vision’s range hooked in her image a little bit grand from where i stood, i felt a little strange looked like the lady in Frankenstein’s land
later that night she walked into my dream in her hand she held a lighted candle called my name… her fangs showed, i had to scream in fear, i hurriedly took my rifle
that brief mental picture awakened me vampires take their flights into worried minds good sweet sleep requires the mind worry – free so we can dream away nightmares of all kinds
i’m staring at you with inquisitive eyes stupefied i must say it’s been a while that you’ve been hanging on that flat solid blind wall
writings on some of the numbered days marked to be brought to mind my happy smiles are one of a kind ungodly images nothing can compare go raining on my dreadful nightmares
notes for the somber bleak moments checks for the cheerful lively commitments you never smile or showed any fear just hanging on there a new calendar year after year
The Philippines has never ran out of beautiful places for visitors to see and explore. One could be fascinated and charmed when they visit this particular place that will attract their attention on its unusual character.
In Hinatuan, Surigao del Sur, Philippines, there’s a river that the local people claimed to be enchanted. Unverified stories circulating, a fisherman laid claim stories of fish that could not be caught in the river because it is haunted by supernatural beings.
No diver has ever fathomed its depth, not even skilled or professional ones.
The “Enchanted River”, flows into the Philippine sea and the Pacific ocean at Barangay Talisay, Hinatuan. Modesto Farolan, the Father of Philippine Tourism, gave its name as described in his poem “Rio Encantado”.
This deep spring river, though enchanted as its name suggests, is slowly being unclothed of its mysteries. As far as divers have explored, they discovered a series of underground caves that interconnect each other acting as filters for the water making it clear all year round.
Local legends were inspired by its exceptional and mystifying color changes during daytime turning it to hues of sapphire and jade.
It is still unknown to fully understand how and where the water source originates from even a diver’s life was claimed by the river in 2014, its first victim, at 40 meters beneath the surface. He was trapped at a narrow entrance cave and never showed up to catch his last breath of air.
Experiments are still a continuing process to unearth how enchanted this river could be.
Tough, through the ugliness of times, you’ll be unyielding to the challenges, though bad thrusting strength to earn your view of glory retaining grace, self decency you have
Distinct from the other life that merits desert’s bone-dry state now in abundance life’s colors abloom as heartache exits rain’s sweet scent blends with the sunlight’s radiance
Your diligence have grown roots underground reaping fruits of crowned hopes you’ve been deprived the greatest leap of change that you have found life’s purpose mounted, destined to survive
Walk on, outlive your journey’s chosen path chase the unwritten rule of mind and heart
Frightened by the outburst of storm all of me became damp soaked with guilt can’t fly with feathers wet with sins I beg the sun to dry me not to wilt
Felt the mood of my spirit being sold to the devil in exchange of a crate of gold emptiness seized me and gave a rousing roar embraced me closer to knock at Satan’s door
believe me, my life is in shambles tears are washing away erected holy temples my heart’s in pain going around in circles take my hand, i badly need a miracle
in the worst of times i could only cry helpless to be me i could only die but thunder became so quiet like the moon wounded heart played tough and it’s a miracle too soon…
if i’ll tell my story to myself to entertain my state of mind i won’t fill my space with self-pity from feeling withdrawn and partly empty if pretense would make me look an upright person getting off the hook stinking stories from the wicked backdoor won’t break my heart when roars are washed ashore i will trust my own values and beliefs neglecting phony news thriving beyond limits embracing pure thoughts without fear they will be filled with honest hopeful cheers
sometimes i walk without my shadow following with closed eyes my spirit is on call wandering in the black of time it glides over the sea not mindful of its mercurial height until the zigzagging drop became the close-mouthed dawn
as i think of my past my thoughts will drag me to a time called when learn, did i was there any to the voices i listened mere enjoyment beyond forgetting will my tomorrow show up before me as days and nights interweave has tomorrow bypassed me where does my future hide
is it now…or it will never be
a never ending puzzle if tomorrow will be pleasantly fine or lousy or the end… _________
a life seemed to float like the clouds above with God’s grace you were a creation of love in thy mother’s womb, asleep in the garden of Eden you were the child lovingly made in Heaven
despite the pains that have gone through the joys you gave were comfort though so few you were the spring in the heat of summers carrying you was a pride on the bold shoulders
they have crossed the deep turbulent ocean waited for you despite the great distance if in your life the plight will drag on faith will inspire you to catch the early dawn
be brave, don’t be the moment’s snowflake heartaches are there to put your future at stake don’t let yourself be thrown overboard prayers are your shining armor and your sword
go, find yourself while you’re young experience reality and speak the other tongues till the soil, learn your own personal skill remember, the world is like a spinning wheel
your nights are as crucial as your days judgment should be truthful and simply fair find and express LOVE to many of mankind the best memoirs that you’ll leave behind…
I Was Alone sitting on a chair held my head up I recited a prayer and in a minute I remember an affair saddened heart, I seemed drowning in the air
I remember you in that moment smiles and laughter and a few arguments at the brink of crying I kept myself silent sweet promises were gone, a forbidden sacrament
I felt as if a knife was cutting up my heart bleeding profusely and slicing it apart yesterday’s hurt has triggered me to restart a new leaf, a new story, a change of heart
I Am Alone, please lend me Your helping hand I’m in a storm, give me strength to withstand lighting this candle makes this cramped space wide and escape from midnight where I nervously hide
when bubbles cry in the open sea drifting day and night wandering new places became home but didn’t find its destined mecca
memories float in our past finding a place to live in our present but time sometimes doesn’t agree when to be noted and be obvious and be painted in black and white
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by : Bacardi Gold 26/march/2022 __________________
if i have known you at the very start when time was not meant for us when our fates were far apart the hunt for one was never a rush
yearning to be touched and seen unknown and hidden from your smiles and grin should the chances be at the bottom of my skin waiting for the moment when to begin
and now the prophesied odds are here waiting to be moved by you changing patterns here and there different colors shades and hues
maybe this is the right moment to open this heart ajar for you your destined lover inside you’ll see the one you’ll pick among the few…
i know not where to start to launch a dream in space should i take my heart with me to frame a name worthy of a trace
i have reached a distance so high sailed the stormy seas and rode the tides i never left my soul floating in the sky waited for mornings to escape the nights
to dream the vision of my choice was to open my eyes and just stayed focused in the world of a thousand painful struggles i have chosen my battles and been victorious
she’s female, a woman a wife, a sister, a lover a sweetheart, a mistress a girlfriend, a teacher
a politician, a doctor an actress, a driver a writer, a blogger a criminal, a prostitute
a nun, a servant a musician, a singer a chef, a banker a grandma, a mother
whoever she is, she’s independent in her judgment or action she has always been her own woman capable of bearing offspring our lives began with her and her man
she’s called a WOMAN by designation preferred by most modern female adults, the standard parallel to man and a LADY as the term of approval and the term of courtesy in the sense of a “polite, refined woman”
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