Take Courage

It is heartwarming to know that someone cares
That someone listens despite who you are
Despite the flaws that you try to hide
But shows up eventually

In the years when you have to take courage
And be strong amidst the piercing eyes of people
It is amazing how you can stand up
In the pool of shame that people think of you

But sad to know that some are not strong enough
For the may have not given enough time
Or space
Or even shelter
For them to be at peace with their hearts
And for once take courage to face the day
Of a world full of hate and hypocrisy

But you are not alone
For I may be on the other side of the world
But our hearts are as one
Beating the same language that they can’t even understand
And when they can’t follow its rhythm
They start to shoot arrows and push daggers
For we are not one
With them

If they could only understand
If they could only feel the way we feel
If they could only be in our shoes
If they could only be

But they can’t
But they aren’t
So they will never do
They will never be.

So let us not waste tears for sorrow but for joy
Rejoicing the day that we can survive
And live the way we are
Who we are
For who knows when our time has come
And may God bless it
We are glorified with Him in heaven
For the faith
And the fruit of it
And when it’s all done.

Take courage, you are not alone.

Sa Iyong Paglisan

Tulad ng dampi ng hangin sa tag-init
Tulad ng mga ibong umaawit
Ang pagdating mo’y kasing bilis
Ng paglisan mo sa aking libis

Tulad ng mga dahon at bulalak na nalalanta
Bubuhayin ng tag-ulan sa tuwi-tuwina
Ang tulad mo’y mananatiling alaala
Isang masaya’t makulay na pagsasama

Tulad ng simoy ng hangin tuwing gabi
Gabi’y kasing lamig ‘pag wala na sa tabi
Ngunit ito’y huwag ikabahala
‘pagkat pareho tayong nasa iisang tala

Tulad ng papel na niluma ng panahon
May halaga bawat paglipas ng taon
Munting dasal ang aking pabaon
At biyaya sa bawat pagkakataon

Buhay ay sadyang ganyan
May mga panahong kailangang lumisan
Ngunit huwag mabahala kaibigan
Mananatili ka sa aking puso kailanman

At sa iyong paglisan
Huwag sanang kalimutan kaibigan
Masasayang araw natin na nagdaan
At hirap na ating naranasan
Na nagpatibay sa samahan
Umula’t umaraw man.

Para sa lahat ng kaibigan at naging kaibigan ko. Maraming Salamat sa munting alaala.

Song Of Jonah

help me dry these tears away
by simply telling me you’ll stay
afraid to lose now that I hold
this treasured soul none can be sold

when he comes will you choose to go
leave this moment we both know
when he promises to dry your tears
will my caress not make it clear

if your heart have made up so
please close the door before you go
and gently kiss the night away
to let me know I had you some way

but if you choose to stay with me
will my heart rejoice and sing?
oh, how lovely that day would be
when all the chimes and bells would ring

but dear heart the choice is yours
let not my lamentations alter
for what is it to me if I have you
when you choose to love the other true

just let this song pass away
though you’re in my heart each night and day
this help ease my pain somehow
so I could write not a poem of sorrow.

Nais Ko

Habang nakupo sa aking opisina, ako’y napatitig sa bawat pag-ugoy ng mga sanga ng kahoy na umaayon sa hampas ng hangin. Isang karaniwang tanawin na pinganda ng bughaw ng langit sa kalagitnaan ng tag-araw. Tila isang larawan na kung mamarapatin ay nais kung ikwadro para muling mapagmasdan. Kaaya-aya. Maaliwalas. Nakakawala ng pagod. Napag-isip isip ko tuloy ng ang ating buhay ay tila isang serye ng mga larawan na pinag-ugnay unay. Bahagi na ng kasaysayan. Naluluma, napag-iiwanan pero ang sarap balik balikan. Kung maaari lamang na patigilin ang panahon kahit sandali man lang para langhapin ang sarap ng mga tawanan at kulitan ay aking hihilingin. Mga panahong kailangan kong matutong tumakbo ng mabilis para di mahabol ng mga nangungutong. Mga panahong kailangan kung gimising ng maaga para hindi mahuli sa eskwela. Mga panahong halos ang baon ko sa buong linggo ay itlog na iniba-iba lang ng pagluto ng aking ina – nilaga sa lunes, “scrambled sa martes, hinaluan ng ampalaya sa miyerkoles, “sunny side up” sa huwebes at nilagyan ng kamatis sa biyernes. O, hindi ka pa ba mababato dun? Pero dun ko nalaman kung pa’no mamuhay at magbigay halaga sa pinaghirapan. Mga panahong una akong umibig – ang saya ng ligawan at paggawa ng mga sulat pagmamahal. Kamusta na kaya siya? Baka may asawa na ngayon

Tulad ng isang pelikula, may mga bahagi sa ating buhay na kailangan nating tanggalin – hindi sa nais nating kalimutan, kundi dahil sa nais lamang nating mapaganda at maisa-ayos ang ating buhay sa pamamagitan ng mga aral na dulot nito. Di ito gaganda kung hindi dadaan sa masusing mga kamay ng editor. Mapanuring mga mata ng direktor. Kikilatisin at bubusisiin ng mga kritiko at manunuod. Aalamin kung makakapagbigay-aral ba sa ibang tao or isa lamang itong pelikulang walang kabuluhan at madaling malimutan.

Sa bawat paglipas ng panahon, ang bawat taon ay maituturing nating isang kabanata sa ating buhay. At ang bawat yugto ay may kanya-kanyang tema. Ang mahalaga ay kung nagampanan ba natin ang ating bahagi bilang pangunahing tauhan sa kwento. Naipakita ba natin sa bawat larawan – saya man o kalungkutan, pagdiriwang o pighati – na di lamang ito kanais-nais tingnan kung hindi makabuluhan din.

Sabi nila, malalaman mo raw kung anung klaseng tao ka at kung gaano kahalaga ang naging kontibusyon mo sa kapwa at sa kumunidad sa dami ng tao na nakikiramay at nakikipaglibing. Sa pagtatapos kaya ng kwento ng aking buhay, may mahabang prosisyon ng nakikiramay at nakikipaglibing ba akong makikita?

Anu man ang kahihinatnan sa huli, nais kong makita nila sa aking larawan, sa ibabaw man ng aking kabaong o nakasabit sa dingding, na ang buhay ko’y isang talambuhay na makabuluhang basahin at ulit-ulitin. Di man ito maisapelikula o magawan ng nobela.

Discouragement of the Creative Mind

Creative people appreciate the aesthetic much than the ordinary. We see things beyond what normal people can. This extraordinary perception of things fuels our desire and passion for beauty and harmony as we try to make the world a beautiful place to live in. Thus, the poets, painters, sculptors, artists, writers and the like.

But the world is mundane. They don’t appreciate our idiosyncrasies which often times kill the fire in us. I have written poetry pieces as an expression of my love and adoration that did not appeal to the receiver (either my poetry is a crap or they did not see and appreciated the passion and emotion embedded). We have friends and loves ones that most if not all doesn’t really appreciate what we are doing much so are the people around us. This maybe because they don’t have an eye for beauty or they don’t have time to stop for a while and appreciate the world. Instead, they settle for the fast-paced life where survival is a priority and anything beyond that becomes an impediment to success.

As we are peculiar among the flock, which may cover the lower 25% of the population, banality consumes us. Consequently, we either form our tiny circle of friends who sees things the way we do or we retreat in our little world were everything is but for prosaic. As for me, I choose the latter. This is our own way of survival or else we suffer depression.

As the for the rest, you have an option to be part of the commonplace or to join the pack of the exotic.

KUDOS to Cecilia Gay of Poetrydances for challenging my creative mind. I salute you madame!

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time is ticking
faster and faster
each year is adding
twelve months have gone
of no time of my own.

I just sit
and minutes passed
in to hours
time flies
so fast
I hadn’t pulled the trigger.

I dream
and dreamed
but reality screams
there is no coherence
between the present
and what I’ve been.

live
love
laugh
time is ticking
turn weeping into laughing
this is the point of no return
though I see no ending

circles and curves
as we grow old
a merry-go-round
of my story unfolds

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we go again.