I was a child…

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I knocked at your door
I heard a voice
I knocked once more
'Till the voice flee

Outside the house
A playful young crowd
To be with them
They called me

Playing was a child's hour
With fellow children 
With the neighborhood
An hour became forgetting

I remembered you
You were sick in bed
Not able to get up
But I can't go inside

The door was locked
The key I can't find
Knocked, knocked, I did
The silence listened

Neighbors lend a hand
'Till the you no more
Angels lifted you
I was a child...

I cried for you
'Till today, Mama
Missing our yester years
I was a child...

And today, I raised
A loving family
Right virtues you taught
Kept them with me

Now, a man of today
Treading the path you've learned
The right one for me, since
I was a child... 

 


For us to weave…

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i don't care what it is aptly called
a muscular organ and it certainly beats 
one hundred thousand times in a day
pumping blood throughout the whole body

roughly the size of a large fist
four chambers, two lower, two upper
right atrium and right ventricle
same with the left,to many, it's a puzzle

why the throbbing is so terribly fast
when i hear your lovely stupid name
it beats  horribly in full speed
same surname as yours as i read

when i hear laughter thinking it's yours
giggling is too much when it surprisingly occurs 
your face i see when i thought of a similar smile 
swiftly it goes to neutral and hopefully mild

your anger makes this heart palpitate
shortness of breath and the struggle is so great
need to be calm to drive this heart at peace
stress and anxiety need to be freed and released

this heart needs love and someone to care  
to brighten up the night and jubilation to share
i only have a heart and honesty to give 
you have truth and honor for us to weave...  

within the ranks…

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chopped pieces of hearts
drafting some words to say
leaving the tongue speechless

embattled kissing lips
trying to spit some aches
and summon the fiery dragon

flying news with outgrown claws
scratching the timid skin
man on the cover able to snatch a dream

rumors from the pit of stupid lies
from tongues to tongues to papers and pens
unrolling the rusty bullets to shoot

but what use the bullets can kill
the powerless, revenge is coming
the breathing silence will soon burst...
 

Love at Present, Past, and Future

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Present:       
       I
i look at you
you're looking at me
our eyes meet
somewhere within the vicinity

i stare at you
you're staring at me
our eyes glisten
deep within our minds

Past:       
       II
my heart spoke
your heart listened 
our hearts conversed
within the vicinity of our minds

i thought of you
you remembered me
we kept us in our minds
somewhere within our hearts

i smiled at you
you smiled back at me
we smiled at each other
we kept the smiles in our hearts

Future:
         III
i'll sleep tonight
you will sleep,too
we'll sleep together
in the comfort of our dreams

i'll hold your hands
you'll hold mine,too
we'll hold each other's hands
and pull ourselves to embrace

i'll kiss your lips
you'll kiss mine, too
we'll kiss together
as we say "I do"

and after the kiss
we'll plan the future
we'll have a family
and call it our very own...





 

 

Just sit in front … and strike

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Today is a sunny day. The sky is clear. The wind is moderately silent and I’m here hanging in front of my laptop to strike some keys and to finish something, the outcome I still don’t know.

Some birds tweet tweet, and hover above making some aerial acrobatics from tree to tree then swooping into my window grills and back to the trees. The yellowish leaves, the brownish and a touch of green ones are drifting a ride and aiming first place to hit the finish line on the ground. The sun is hitting the plants outside the window to complete the photosynthesis process.

Oh, a brown butterfly just passed by.

The spirit of the afternoon seems to be posturing on the hotter mode. It’s beginning to hit the window pane and if it happens I’ll drop the curtains to block the searing sunlight. From time to time the wind is making a reserved blow among the crowns of trees just enough strength not to blast away those resting birds on the branches.

Dogs are barking outside. I can hear them. They bark too loud not minding the annoying uproar of hatred they show on the stray cats roaming around the vicinity of neighboring homes. They don’t realize that barking loudly too often is a disturbance next door. More often than not, those dogs blares too loud in the middle of the night at the onset of woolgathering, and it’s irritating us all. Notwithstanding, we have three lovely dogs guarding our house. Maya is so sweet and she understands what we are telling her, specially her do’s and don’ts.

Those fighting cocks, I know these cocks crow in the morning. They are supposed to be the holder of the habit given by God to wake us up when the sun rises. But why are they crowing at noon time where everybody are bound to have an afternoon nap. Don’t they have their right time to strut around and crow their hearts out ?

Motorcycles on the vrrroommm, vrrroommm from a distance, so loud it could break my eardrums. Alarming sounds of cars and trucks passing by the intersection of the highway is driving us jittery. An outgrowth of the widened roads, vehicles travelling to and from the city are driving carelessly mad because of the expanded width of the road where buses are ,likewise, on the jet mode.

Have you experience those small disruption of peace in your vicinity? Did it inconvenienced you and the neighbors?


Will You Marry Me?…

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something is obscure i know not what
some kind of learning believed to be a fact
buried and concealed like a hermit almost unseen
like a naked body in view but the soul is hidden     

pages of events  of the olden past
secrets unrevealed that's touted to last
in the cupboards of heralded beats of shouts
quivering truth silenced by fear not to let it out

but when is the right time to betray the wraps
peel the cover don't let the time to lapse
what has been tightened has to be unlocked
and let the whole world rejoice, clap,clap,clap

let me kneel my love in front of you
and deliver this message while it's not due
it's been a long time that i wanted this to be free
i love you my love, i ask, "Will you marry me?"  




TRAVEL : “I’ve Been There” – Naga City, Philippines

“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.

Excerpts from Wikipedia:

The Porta Mariae (Latin, “Marian Gate”) is a triumphal arch in Naga City commemorating the tercentenary of the devotion to Our Lady of Peñafrancia.[1][2][3]

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 .

This is only a part of the travel.


The Face That Marched in the Forefront

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immersed into a sea of alluring faces
lost among the good cheers of bliss
but one was perfectly an ace of standouts
her smile caught me in a static stare

her eyes speak of happy pictograph
sinking deep into my timid heart
expression of calmness well memorized
into the mind securely intact

her image reflects a lovely queen
can't be bruised and can't be shaken
unmarred smile the epitome of beauty
like a moon in the sky shining brightly

but the face that marched in the forefront
is so near yet a distant hunt
a perfect figure the pearl that I imagine
is the lady that's on the cover of a magazine...

I Heard Music, A Different kind…

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My fingers kept tapping the keys
I would begin, stop, begin again
My mind would dictate what I write
The sentences would not be right
But I continued to tap the keys 
And I heard slow music escaping 
the sharpness of my consciousness
The sleepy me, now tapping the keys
With one finger like dipping into a sauce
'Till I dropped my head on the table
losing consciousness but, I heard music
A different kind, but soft........
So soft I got drowned into it until a hand
Tapped my back and a voice got into my ear,

"You're in Heaven My son. You had
a heart attack and didn't survived."
I didn't survive? How come? But I heard you
talking to me. We're talking to each other.
Besides, I'm too young to... to be attacked 
by a....heart attack? But I'm not bulging fat, 
I'm so thin and too young to be dead!
"My son, wake up! You're late!" Late, what?
"It's your funeral, wake up and get yourself
ready.You'll have to be in your coffin in an
hour.The priest is coming." 

How would I end this story? I'm so sleepy.
I better transfer to my bed than here at the
table. Hhmmm. I can sleep soundly on my bed.
I better go to sleep now. I'll dream
the ending of my dream...story..... BBzzzzz!