“Colors of the Musical Sounds”…

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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

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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…






Night through dawn…

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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... 

 
 


 
 

Photography #18 – Guimaras Island Mangroves…

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.


at life’s crossroads…

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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…






For us…

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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 !

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friendship…

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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…