I’ve sailed day and night,
A never ending plight.
At the shore, in a fierce night,
Seen a dove, have I gotten it right?
By the bay, the shallow waters creep,
With mild symphony and the song I keep.
Rolling in the deep
Watching your shadows sleep.
The dark blue sky blankets thy stars,
Glowing much from a far.
Sincerity in every scar,
My soul explodes ’tis not par.
Drowing out of thy window,
Never knowing the rainbow,
It’s only white and a shadow.
36 bricks made of jealou.
I used to write a lot. “A lot”. when I say “a lot”, it means I am connecting some words inside my head trying to give out my extrapolation for any matter that I got every single minute. I have equipped my mind with countless thoughts- making sense or not. Words that seem to turn out to be just a mere piece of trash or what else? a necessity perhaps? I can identify which is which and which is not. That seems to be a problem here. It is hard to choose between words that you want and what you need. So I tend to never notice time or the sunset, neither the weather nor the fiests. I have never watched the clouds for a long time or throw a peeble in a beach. Needless to say but I was out of words , or maybe, just maybe, I refused to bleed.
Words were my arrows but I have ditched my bow. Words were the bloody red thirst of my sword but I surrenderred my plight.And my life is at its brink of death without my virtue, my weapon… my pen.
- Would you mind if I ask you to find my missing sword?
to be published this coming April 16, 2016
Tadhana, kumusta? Isa akong masugid mong tagahanga. As in sobrang fan mo ako. Lagi kong sinusubaybayan ang mga istorya tungkol sa’yo. Lalo na kapag kinukwento ka na ng ibang tao. Sobrang saya nila pakinggan. Gustung-gusto ko rin yung mga pelikulang ikaw ang bida. Yung mga tipong Sleepless in Seattle, Serendipity, You’ve Got Mail, mga ganun. Ang galing mo dun. Sobrang galing mo dun.
Hindi ko alam kung kilala mo ako. Pero para lang matandaan mo, ako yung ilang ulit mo nang pinaglaruan. Oo, “pinaglaruan“ ang gagamitin kong termino at hindi “napaglaruan” kasi feeling ko sinasadya mo na. Kasi nung natuto akong umibig dun na din ako natutong magmura. Kasi sa tuwing ibubuhos ko ang puso ko sa isang tao, bigla-bigla na lang palilikuin mo siya. Palilikuin mo sa daang hindi patungo sakin. Doon sa halik at yakap ng iba.
Pero hindi ako sumuko. Patuloy pa rin akong nagmahal. Yung iba…
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“Not everyone in our lives will always truly understand our visions and purpose. Some may think they do but will unintentionally put us away or will try to speak different dreams and goals into our lives.”
To dream takes courage, to inspire requires action…
Our life’s journey begins with our spirit. Our spirit first has to be empowered and given life to by Gods redeeming Spirit. As humans we all have experienced the sense of receiving energy and ideas from an outside source. A source that runs through us yet is not controlled by us.
John Ortberg in his book ‘The me I want to be’ describes being in-spired as “a Spirit-word that literally means something has been breathed into us…when your spirit flourishes, you are most fully alive. You have purpose for living. You are drawn to put on virtue and put off sin.”
So how do we become inspired? How do we live our days being in-spirit with God? With his amazing plans for our lives?
Firstly, I believe we need to allow ourselves to dream…to dream for the unexpected and to dream big…
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Every word, every look, everything unintentional and meaningless fanned the flames.
Wasn’t love supposed to be a brilliant consuming?
If then, is this not love?
I felt the strain in my chest, but I knew not what to do about it.
I let the feeling engulf me and I studied it.
Was that what a broken heart felt like?
But isn’t breaking a sudden crash into a million tiny pieces?
A sudden piercing pain?
But that was not it.
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