foggy mind, rainy thoughts strolling the boulevard of emptiness waiting for the dawning of vastness that deals with the saturation of reflections
as they come and go in the realm of the senses as they stream along inside the empty shell words struggled to remain in a silver minute have vanished and gone in a golden second
flight of fancy scouting for precious words suited for the collective thoughts of ideas weaving a story that your mind creates is like making a bedding without cloth, needle and thread
in a moment wanted words came rushing in the Sahara now flows water in a stream clear minds have caught up with inspiration to write a story needs a solitary isolation…
We have this palm at home and when the fruits are ripe they fall down from the tree and grow just beside it. They need to be replanted because they grow a few inches from one another. They need distance to have a good fully grown tree.
Betel Nut or Areca Catechu, a native to India, Asia, Philippines, and other parts of Africa. Its benefits in consuming these nuts include, mental alertness, boost energy levels, euphoria, stamina, boost appetite and aids digestion. Studies show that there are side effects in the use of these nuts.
i am a part of the body of the conscious being that thinks and perceives i am reflected in your memory emotions, choices, sensations, desires i am involve in remembering deciding, considering, evaluating
when i see and walk near you when i hear you speak i listen when i touch your hand and warms when i see your eyes meet mine when i smell the breath from your mouth and when you smile sweetly at me i function quick as a wink
sadness and tears defeat me i give up the war i surrender to your heartaches to your anguish and grief even in your gloominess i function to offer you relief
this is my mind together with my heart i ‘ll conquer the world just to be with you… i love you ! i really do !
When we were on the road for a tour of nearby province of Capiz, in Panay Island, Philippines, after a seemingly fruitful plan of buying pineapples on the roadside, we decided to proceed to a beach resort where we could rest for a while after the long drive. We were not familiar with the place so we asked people from the street to direct us to a beach resort nearby. We drove and drove until we got to spot a resort. This was unplanned so, whatever it was, so be it. And these are what we got.
CAPIZ, is a province in the central section of Western Visayas. Its location at the northeastern portion of Panay island made it a top producer of seafood products such as, prawns, milkfish, blue marlin, squids, oysters, seaweeds, and angel wings. The wide expanse of swampy lands that were converted into fishponds plus its 80 kilometers of coastline are the sources of the aquamarine products making the province the “Seafood Capital of the Philippines”.
Capiz is always on the top list when people talk about witches, spirits, and ghosts of the local folklore. We don’t believe the stories about “aswangs” I guess our elders told stories about them just to scare the children, so they would be home earlier. It’s my opinion though, I was also scared driving in the middle of the night. So, in the afternoon of 2PM we made our exit from the scene. We would still drive in 5 to 6 hours home.
We ate our dinner at the Iloilo-Capiz border at a roadside restaurant. Home was still 2 hours drive.
floating vocals of pristine angels eavesdropping on my willing ears songs of the youthful angelic choir dance in my cupid heart and inspire
blending of the chorus’ tiny voices flying high and diving low of pitches the lovely heartfelt harmonic pieces loudness and softness of vitriolic dynamics
leisurely tempo of the gentle rhythm striking qualities of tone, timbre and texture totally in fine tune with the great melody “colors of the musical sounds” at their forte…
alone in the corner of my mind thoughts are drifting far into the innermost of myself talking with the silence waiting to talk back at me to smile and give me a hug and it did whisper “I love you, I’m here beside you”
but the voice I heard was a voice from within me from the corner of my mind…
The dark was drenched with rain
babysitting the mind
Stretched to the adulthood of night
like a clone walking side by side
Fully grown up in physical description
bearing his dazzling intellect
The night was quiet
yet burning was undisclosed
Deep in consciousness
adventure was a-brewing
Flying everywhere
seeing what's under the wings
Flickering lights below
Gaped with distant eyes
Waves of scenes brought to the shore
On the sands of timeless future
The past has been written in history
And pages had been read
Man had been scorned as slaves
Death was the punishment for the braves
Leaders were looked up as gods and goddesses
Their people pushed as pawns
To win or lose safeguarding their name
Satisfy their egos and silly pride
The late night has come to dawn
to deliver a new beginning
and listen to a new noise
To witness a fresh milestone
to become another history
written as a youthful novel of the recent times...
innocent, pure, naive
on her own self
her heart is still her own
enjoying a cherubic smile
thoughts are real, and simple
a twenty-four carat standout...
Mangroves are shrubs or small trees that grow in saline or brackish water. They are salt-tolerant Halophytes which are adapted to life in harsh coastal low oxygen conditions of waterlogged mud. They have a complex salt filtration and root system to cope with salt water immersion and wave action.
Mangrove seeds are bouyant and germinate while still attached to the parent tree. Once germinated, the seedlings either within the fruit or out through the fruit to form a propagule, a ready-to-go seedling which produces its own food through photosynthesis.
Mature propagules drop into the water and are transported to far distances. It floats vertically rather than horizontally until they reached a muddy bottom which they are lodged and grow upward and start a shoot.
he’s not a hefty load and i cherish it he lingers on his own grip acting as the captain of his ship
younger days that slipped away different paths stood our ways chosen one was quite a change contrasting a rugged mountain range
he has chosen a concrete avenue the extent and end he never knew easy as it came to be easy as the road stretched free
but the span of ease has to end that way unpredictable, so was the time of the heyday mother had to bid the world goodbye life in existence money can’t buy
to me, he’s not a burden as i walk my own way to life he’s not heavy, he’s a light load a brother, i can carry him at life’s crossroads…
I wonder how to do it how to do it right When someone is watching me every move that I take If I should hide it and silently make it Will you take a notice and tell the world that I…
Yesterday, you didn’t call me I was waiting, waiting for a ring The phone was lonely, lonely to hear your voice at the other end Oohhh, now the rain is here now my world is cold Please tell me if I should call and make a note that I…
Forgetting the promise forgetting the day forgetting how you should say “I love you”, “You love me” Either of the two will do, for you, for me…for us !
i tried to look back the intimacy that we had the familiarity that we built the friendship that has chilled
living the moments of confidence that have aged to a mood of silence metamorphosed into a sphere of distrust moments have mingled with the renegade dust
as our treasured times heavily weep wallowed in the cluster of drifting gossips needles and string will save and defend finding judgment to silently mend
retired calendar hanging mutely on the wall marked the years and current stage of growth friendship at times sails smooth and rough at seas but fixed harmony of togetherness in existence…
Daet, Camarines Norte, Philippines has been bestowed the title as the “Gateway to Bicolandia”. Majority ( 93% ) of the population are followers of the Roman Catholic church while the rest of the people’s faith are divided by several Christian groups such as, Iglesia Filipina Independiente or Aglipayan church, Iglesia Ni Cristo ( INC ), Baptists, Methodists, Mormons, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Seventh-Day Adventists and others.
Parroquia de San Juan Bautista Daet, Camarines Norte
St. John the Baptist church, also known as Parroquia de San Juan Bautista was established in 1611 making it one of the first churches in Camarines Norte built by the Franciscan friars and one of the region’s oldest.
The Roman Catholic Diocese of Daet is located in the capital town Daet in the Ecclesiastical province of Camarines Norte, Philippines with the jurisdiction over the province and to the Archdiocese of Caceres. It was created by Pope Paul VI on May 27, 1974.
Camsur Watersports Complex ( CWC ) is a cable ski/wake park facility in the country. It is the center of Philippine wakeboarding. The sport is a combination of water skiing, snowboarding and surfing techniques.
Camarines Sur is now considered a prime tourist destination for this genuine water sports adventure.
These units can be rented by tourists having a great time at the watersports facility.
Photographs of happy times back when Cheerful memories are coming back and then Every moment that sunny thoughts are there Loneliness are driven and laughter takes its share
Every minute, every hour that we partake Every dream, every plan that we made Every word, every smile that you gave Are the happiness that I’ll carry in my grave
Love has every reason for the pleasure of joy When we felt the world is ours to last As long as you are my faithful love We all kept it here in this photograph
But when the laughter became tears of sadness The smiles I hid from my happy me And still we posed for a lovely souvenir To bury both our heartbreak in a photograph…
bits of chronicled garbage pile of filthy trash scattered all around the area hills and mounds of unborn agenda feel like sweeping it all clean burning them all, where do i begin
dried leaves of an abandoned great summers messy crumpled and unused bonds of papers electric fans’ blades resting at the far corner diplomas of heroes hanging in a lazy cluster
litters of menthol cold candy wrappers empty boxes of bath soaps used by actors immaculate run-down panty shields under the bed damaged and forsaken biscuit boxes left for dead
golden counts of unused tooth brushes smudged by time under the kitchen cabinet hiding from a crime carved cockroach bite on destitute boxes of English pasta dozens old magazines fossilized by a forgotten era
now a fallen iron these rusty guns on the floor these might have killed a thousand and a lot more these killing bullets of yore should have exploded then so nothing from the past could be used for the present
these olden things of ancient times, these stuffs and belongings garbage for others, a memory for some, a treasure for the keepers stories behind them were not known to many let time decides their future, their saga, their continuing story…
i heard the clouds poured the neighbors’ roofs flowed but i didn’t see the waters i felt it must be rain
a man just came here a not so handsome one he must not be ugly, the choice i didn’t see him, just his voice
my mother was here she can’t speak…
she touched my face i can tell, her hands were warm and soft with sagging skin through the years have yielded
she touched my chest, the faster the beat she embraced me, i was baked by her heat i touched her eyes, it was wet with tears i touched her lips, it was quivering, struggling to speak
not a word she uttered, but kisses were showered love was everywhere, the room has whispered heavenly when i sniffed, the scent permeating old smell of her dress revived her years of living…
Villa Igang Resort, Nueva Valencia, Guimaras island, PhilippinesA caretaker keeps the swimming pool clean all the time for visitors use.A visitor checking in for a week long stay…For easy touring of the place, these signs tell you where to go…Recycled tires made into seats and tables…These stairs lead you to the hilltop swimming pool…This is the adjoining beach resort which has a separate entrance gate…Dona Teresita Beach resort…enjoy the cool waters and the privacy !
You can rent this for a month …From the area, you can see another adjoining beach resort, Alubihod Beach resort...you can choose which of the three to have a good time…
mentally disturbed with the free fragments of written diaries eyes dazzled through each and danced with scripted minds filtered and classified forgetting what it’s all about mixed up in confusion on the wide spread colored canvas only to see the beginning at the end of the short lived piece
seeing a copy of draft standing at the center of the spread moved around the right and skidded through the side of the left grinning as it erased the written scene altered to the beat of criticism landed on the left again with a pinch of a harrowing displeasure wordless majority clapped in support of the green lighted stance
ruling pronounced there should be no colored negatives leaning just a bit would make collapsing stretch to end like others that showed different deceitful agenda pretentious ones that survived the monitored revealing banked in another mode of survival, lacked the oxygen to breath
then they expired right there on the screen never to be seen…
jaded feelings nearing a worn – out pushing fresh rusty nails into his heart adding salty guilt on swollen wounds is patience abused, breaking the limits of his temper
liquids do overflow its brim running more distances at the edge of his toughness drawing out power in excess from his meager stamina is a test of patience, aiming for excellence
calmness at the height of a possible danger guts and bravery to conquer some fears poised enough to project control and composure that is patience, it’s a virtue, a character
there’s a lightning outside my window up in the sky every bolt of current discharged there’s a light in every sound created it’s thunder….boooommmm… heavy rain follows thunder and heavy rain together, thunderstorm but sometimes dense clouds with no precipitation at all only lightning, thus, electrical storm or a lightning storm…
I have a blank mind tonight It’s not working My God, what’s happening! I glanced a cup of tea beside me I made it, three hours ago, I forgot! It’s a brand of green tea But it’s not green, it’s brown Now it’s lukewarm, a little bit less lukewarm I’m waiting for my brain to function I feel a bit different at this moment I can’t think well…..a bit squeezed A bit loose, a bit slow to react…. All this time I’ve been sitting here So, this is what I’ve made This is all ! I have to post this and… I’m posting it!
lift me up, Oh Lord, and console me shed the burden out and lighten my haul free me, let me breakout from this rotten fold take the lead and i’ll follow your direction to a truthful and righteous intentions
let me listen to a wondrous voice clear my thoughts from abundant lies fill my heart with sincerest smiles teach my lips to talk real truth and never to speak even a single falsehood
strengthen my weak frail body to once again fly with vibrant pride to soar the wide and windy skies to give me vigor and toughness and to defy and defeat the evil of sins…Amen .
I feel a glow within your dreamy eyes The lightness of yourself seems like clouds But I see a wiping hand after our “Hi’s” The look of your face showing some doubts
Teary as you hint hiding a certain thing I see sadness reacting with what you say Is the joy you feel means all or nothing ‘Cause I see a tear falling when you say, “ok”
In a minute, the clouds turn to darkened grey Tears become a stream of flowing watercourse The river rushes its waters as her sight turns away Flash of glow, her eyes sprint, her spirit soars
Girl:
The “ok” and falling tears meant “I love you” My eyes avoiding yours meant “I didn’t deceive you” The glow in my eyes I hide but still you noticed Is a “Yes” and solemnly swear, “I promise” …
I found this flower within the vicinity of Tinago Falls Leisure Park in Caibiran, Biliran Island, Eastern Visayas, Philippines. This island lies off the northern coast of Leyte Island just across Biliran Strait.
when days are lonelyappearance floats
noted figure flares
fixed eyes meant for me
slashing like a sword
weeping eyes flaming
trembling hands wiping
speaking lips shivering
heart is pounding
bitter, distressing, broken
invading, blue days coming
strong military men romping
advancing brave soldiers
sharp and conscious state weapons in hand, ran, striking
while i sit on his tomb
remembering a fallen soul
a year passed made me a lone
grieving, remembering a lost one
my brother,my twin, a soldier, gone...
cold lives done not in haste courage in fervor hasn't been a waste
aiming a win by scoring a wise slay
not a loss, the cost of dear lives
heroes fought a war for peace to survive ....
To be a recipient of an award is a humble achievement. A justification of all my undertakings in blogging. It is a gesture of recognition and an inspiration as well.
Rajani Blogs wants to know more about myself and he asks the following questions :
What inspired you to start your blog?
I retired from work on July 2013.I started using and playing the laptop on October 2013 but blogging was not taken seriously. It was just an amusement cheering myself how to pass the time. Sometimes it was a learning process, but most of the times, it was just for fun. I did not exert so much effort on blogging until I have read an article from WordPress which the writing style of the author caught my attention. I really like how she went around about her subject. It was the number of comments and Likes that attracted me to be one of those future commenters. I began exploring how to be in the world of WordPress which required a great number of hours patiently studying the hows of laptop operations. Learning a little, I started to write musings, and poems until it blossomed into full time writings. Serious compositions began in October 2014 and up to this day, I’m enjoying the pleasure of blogging. On May 2018 I stopped my laptop adventures because traveling grabbed the opportunity to blog further. Intermittently, I’d post something produced by inspiration once in a while. The whole year of 2019 was a lazy year for me until March 2020, where the lockdowns were implemented and I was caught and entangled in the province due to those limited acts of movement due to the corona virus pandemic. These lockdowns made me to be confined in the house for four months, thus, doing nothing kept me busy again in my beloved blogging thing.
2.Which type of book do you like to read?
It’s been gathering dust since we graduated from college a long time ago. It’s browning now, and those volumes really need to be browsed. It’s the ENCYCLOPEDIA AMERICANA in 30 volumes.
3.Write a short note about gender relating to your place’s culture.
Nowadays, gender equality is not only a fundamental human right but a basis for a peaceful, prosperous and sustainable world. In my place, it has been accepted in society that women has to do the household chores while men has to do the odd jobs as he is the head of the family. But slowly, females are catching up what men can do. There are already female taxi drivers, female tricycle drivers, female welders, female mechanics, etc. But it will take a long time for females to fully adopt to changes, that is, to be fully absorb in the workforce where men dominates.
4.What type of lifestyle do you prefer?
I like the city life but, once in a while I’m missing the provincial life style which is slow. In the city you have to rush everything. You have to run after your time. There’s so much traffic. Everybody is in a hurry. So now, I prefer the slow style of living, provincial life style.
5.What is your advice to all people of the world at this pandemic time of COVID 19?
My advice is : Follow what your government tells you. It’s for your own good. If you want to die early, don’t use your pandemic paraphernalia. Don’t observe physical distancing. Don’t wash your hands properly. Stay outdoors. In a week’s time you’ll die on the street of no return.
My contenders for the Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award are:
Nogas Island, Antique, Philippines – “Some tourists have chopped these spiny leaves of this plant for reasons only them knew. But is it necessary to damage the beauty of this plant just to expose the inner structural arrangement of its leaves?”
a walk through this rough and hostile shore hurting my feet with dead sea shells bruise , cuts and bloody wounds like a victim of torture and abuse walking and stepping on my shadow the heat of the sun is searing me with fiery rays crowning my head darkening my skin by infrared this isn’t a hot summer yet king sun is releasing its burning heat this season is still on drizzles of rains but why the hot spells of rhythmic cadence sometime it happens in the life of man halfway through a quiet and blissful ambience a Gordian knot needing to be untied to be on track again to challenge the twilight…
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