lone deserted walk
searching for life’s transition
soon, a treasured find…
lone deserted walk
searching for life’s transition
soon, a treasured find…
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...
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...
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?
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 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 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. 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.
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.
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...
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!
adrift in the gust of whisky wind losing directions escaped and freed yellowed by time in the dry summers swayed to sleep in the wintry rains out in the open where all is free braved the gloom of the cold dark nights impulse of the early warm mornings wake the sanity of the day's life falling leaves dropped on the thirsty ground didn't spoke a word bruised or hurt stayed 'till the living color has browned picked up and thrown to the pyramiding pile billowing smoke embraced the leafy mound heat has blazed to a sea of flames ashes remained blown to leave a trickle of trace served its greener life to a tree and waned
ready to venture
and be back in three days time
to catch fish at sea
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