To tell a story…

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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…








Photography # 20 – Betel Nut Palm Tree

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.

My Mind… I Function…

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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 !









Travel – There are no witches in Capiz…

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.


“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...