a salute to the fallen 44
and I wonder what’s in his mind,
and in his heart,
on that day, on that bloody day
as he wore that battledress
with gear and armour, with guns and bullets and bombs
was he scared? was he anxious?
was his heart filled with courage? with oaths? with hopes? with prayers?
and was he thinking about his family? his friends? his loved ones?
his mother? his father? his wife? his children?
does his mind conceived of memories
of his boyhood, of life’s simplicity, of that happiness
of laughter, of peace, of smile, of dreams,
of familiar faces and places,
of home
of home which he would love and yearn to see once more
and as he walked and jumped off from that truck
carrying that command, that mission that he obey
as the tires rolled down leading him to his destination
as the he marched and ripped that grass
soaked into the swamp
walked to that target and killed
back to the terrain and silently run on his way out
when the enemies started to shoot them
and his troop fight back
knowingly they were outnumbered
when there were firing and bombing and anguish
and his men fell one by one into the dust
beaten to death,
I wonder what in his mind, what’s in his heart
on his last sight
on his last breath
on his final beating on his final battle
-forget me not-
Stilletos
you lovely creature,
trapped in the closet
every time you will fall in love,
you smile secretly,
you laugh behind that doors
you say those three words,
with a single audience to hear,
and at downfall
you heartbroken,
you hide those tears
you cry on the sly
weep alone
where no one can see
no one can hear
and when you step out
behind that stage
bloody red on your lips
high heels on your feet
pinkish dress you wore
you give one hell of a show
but what’s beyond that curtain
beyond that grin
and the act..
a story they will never know..
MOTHER’S DAY
M-illions tears you shed
O-ut of love and sacrifices
T-he love, joy, tolerance and patience
H-owever You are not perfect
E-closed with is unceasing effort
R-ecoil to give more and do more
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY !!!
imagine
morning greetings
it strides right through the hub
that thrilled sensation
hovering emotion
yearning to meet thy eyes
on and beyond that site
unbuild hesitation
mirthful conversation
all throughout the day
dusk falls
engulf my thoughts
memory of you
enhearten my soul
surrounded by beam
magical feelings from within
i don’t know what what its name
lay down those questions and fear
ever hoping it’s reaL
a glimpse of my rome
Moon like eyes that speaks thousand words
Passing through me without a sound
Shining at the evening sky,
Skin as white as sheet untouched by an ink,
Nose sculpted like a mountain in the spring,
Lips that blossom like a rose at the morning fist
Tempting the moist with its seductive, scarlet petals,
Hair dancing in every breath of the wind
Bouncing around the shore leaving an inviting trail,
A face behind the shadow of that artificial color
Define by this classy, elite, contemporary world
A true beauty even without the painter’s palette stroke
Will surely captivate thy beholder’s name
moon
i was looking at you to where i stand
and as I come closer.
the light seem to fade
the flame seem to lose its shine
i once held the moon on my hand
but i let it slipped away
now its shining. smiling.
but not for me
cant turn back the hand of time
from the time whern your bright was still mine
when you look at me with adoration
when i used to hear your laughter
filled with so much joy, excitement, anticipation
when our heart’s speak that same language that we know
even without a word, even without a sound
you heartbreaker
ill be looking at your beauty by far
and at night I’ll be dreaming of you
until then.. until when?
til i wake up..
and dream no more..
Flow…
I once crossed a river
a river without a name
a faceless dream from yesterday
gone in a moment but not forever
printed of questions and why
As I stand here again
watching its beauty that never fades
hearing that mystique sound known by heart
whispering words that was once kept
only to burst out from the loveliness of the night
time spanned and turned but never forgotten
the river and I under the pale of the moon
shinning the water that forever flowing
where pain desires to wash themselves
drifting in love that never dies
Haiyan
striking like a bullet
hitting thousands of lives
furious wind
fatal rain
a mass destruction
leaving a trail of goodbye
We, Filipino are very grateful to all the people all over the world who helped and prayed and continuously helping the victims of typhoon
wholeheartedly,
THANK YOU
october 23 2013
Quote Posted on Updated on
for a moment i thought it wasjust another ordinary day.. but it isn’t..I am blessed.. I am blessed with life, opportunites, family, friends.. it was indeed a blessed happy birthday to me.. Thank you LORD. – issa
boston—–old post
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick
3-scream of celebration
2-a run for triumph
1-a wave of joy
0-finish line
An explosion
A scream of fear
of terror, of sorrow
Cries for hundreds of lives
A run for a threat
A wave of blood
Finished innocent lives
Lets us all pray for all the victims of the Boston Marathon Bombing..
punyal
Punyal
Kailan ka ba titigil?
di’ mo ba naririnig?
sumisigaw na ako.
Kailan ka ba mapapagod?
di mo ba nakikita?
duguan na ako.
kailan mo ba hahawiin?
ang tabing na bumabalot sa dilim.
Kailan mo ba ihahain?
ang katotohanang
sabik ng madampian ng mga labi.
Kailan ka ba lalabas?
sa aninong pinagkukublihan
Kailan mo ba huhubaran
ang kasinungaling
pilit mong tinatakpan.
Hayaan mong marinig ko
ang nakabibinging tunog
kung kasunod nito ay
walang hanggang katahimikan.
Hayaan mong maghilom
ang sugat na laging naroon
at bumitiw sa pagkakahawak
sa isang huwad na pag-asa.
Hugutin mo ang punyal
na lumalagot sa bawat paghinga
hayaan mong dumaloy ang hapdi at kirot
kung ito’y hudyat panibagong simula
dreams
I have dream of loving you…
spending waking and sleeping moments with you
I have dream of loving you
Missing you every time you say goodbye
With just a few step away
I will yearn for that moment
with great anticipation
to be with you again
i have dream of loving you
of catering your favorite food
having our conversation
about the day the gone by
getting dirt and dust doing chores
having a pop corn movie marathon
I have dream of loving you
Fail to remember all the hurt
All the pain from the past, fades away
I have dream of loving you
of wanting you
inhaling your breath
flare up by the heat of touch
a feeling from within
one body, one soul
having the sweet taste of love
i have dream of loving you
having a fight at times
arguments, disagreements
but finding our way
back to each other’s arms
i have dream of loving you
discovering our flaws
our differences, disappointments
but learning to accept
with our hearts wide open
no matter what faults
and imperfections we two may have
i have dream of loving you
of putting a light
hanging a rainbow
painting a smile
during your dark and cloudy days
I have dream of loving you
Of loving you openly
Loving you freely
Unbind by the norms set by this society
I have dream of loving you
Of getting old..
Having wrinkles
Wearing eye glasses
Loosing teeth
Hair dye of strands of white
Sitting on a bench
Reminiscing our younger years
Laughing, teasing, holding hands
A flashback of a beautiful love affair
I have dream of loving you
spending a lifetime with you
Until the angels closed my eyes
Until my final beating
Until my last breath…
“Love is what dreams are made of”
no turning back
she suddenly woke up. in silence. unconsciously. soundless. she just woke up. she opened her eyes.. she gazed up at the ceiling. it was white and nought. but in nothingness she remember.And it was certain.. and it echoes. clinching to the spirit. and she felt pain right through her chest.. literally..through her heart. like a knife stabbing her slowly. bit by bit. inch by inch. the wind broke her window and blew upon her skin. It was cold. and the cold wind brings her back to her senses. she shook her head. desperately. as if that motion could suddenly brush away all her thoughts. thoughts about her.. her..and her.. she rise up . wash her face. freshen up. she brewed a cup of her favorite blend of coffee, by herself..then she went out on the porch near the front door. The day had gone. the sky is dim and dark. on the porch she sit on her favorite wooden chair made old and dark by ages, overlooking the garden. she grab the cup of coffee she put on the table close to her. smelled it. lowered her lips and sip. even the taste seems to be oddly different. she knows something’s missing..or someone. she looked away.. and there she sit on the porch for some time. when she notice a bee lying on a bed of petal.. then she remember a story in a book, a bee story..about a bee that seems to be so calm. so at peace. like a baby wrapped by a loving, gentle arms..a bee that is so in love with a flower.. and to the bee it is a special thing to.. to be away from the hive all night and it is so very fond of it, that the bee thought that none of the other bees.. no one else in such a busy busy world.. no one else will notice if it doesn’t go back to the hive.. no one else will bother, or know- … so the bee decided to sleep in the flower..to stay the night… and it loves this flower so much…it will dream beautiful bee dreams..and in the morning when the bee wake up and leave…..it knows a secret place it will never forget…a place that makes it feel special.. that no one else..nothing else..could ever replace..and all day it will remember the flower..and it will go back..back in the flower..come evening..and evening..every evening.. The wind blow.. evening had grown chill.. there comes emptiness.. and it goes deeper..deeper.. and deeper.. she wanted to go back to that place.. but she knew, there’s no turning back.. she can’t go back.. back to that special place in which she herself have altered..
falling..
wheels keep on turning
music drifting and echoing in the air
a hym of a love song
whispering in my ears
over and over again
sleepless nights
tossing and turning
gawking, gazing, gaping
deep breath..
heave sigh..
a broad ample smile..
painted, tattooed on my face
drowning in ecstasy and fantasy
howling, screaming, roaring
my heart joggle, jiggle and wiggle
Pablo—-old post
Christmas season is believed to be the season to be happy, to rejoice. As it says it’s the most wonderful time of the year, it’s the season to be jolly, but while everyone else is laughing, busy buying and wrapping gifts, singing Christmas carol, doing shopping, planning what food to prepare at Christmas eve, while many are anticipating and rejoicing, unfortunately in other part of my country, Philippines, my fellow Filipino cries in great sorrow and pain, grieving for their loss.. loss of home, resources, land, source of living, properties and most unfortunate lives, hundreds of lives.. a mother, a father, a sister, a brother, a friend, a family, children.. This tragic event brought by the typhoon Pablo (international name Bopha) had taken over 500 lives of people.. leaving Filipino in face of another tragic event. It is heart-breaking, watching just the news, my family and I feel for them…. Seeing the victims of the calamity, houses carried off by the flood, seeing a march of dead bodies, seeing those dead bodies carried by people at the stake of the rushing flood, a lot of families were buried under the rocks and mudslides and debris, people trying to survive, number of hungry people, homeless, unsheltered. We were very saddened for the loss lives. In another strike of nature in such a poor country like mine, maybe the difficulty, the trouble, the hardship is twice as much. But I believe in a distress situation like this, it doesn’t matter anymore if country which is affected by this kind of disaster is rich or poor but it’s the pain of loss.. unbearable, immeasurable. But despite of this saddened event, once again it had brought the Filipino people unified, giving assistance and relief, lending a hand, saying a prayer. And we were also very grateful and we acknowledge those other nationalities, those people in other part of the world who, regardless of races helped, supported and prayed and expressed their sincere and deep sympathy for the victims of the typhoon Pablo.
Christmas season is also the season and symbol of good deeds, love, giving, sharing and hope. And in such a heart-rending event, it is very visible, tangible, inspiring and uplifting to know that you’re not alone.. i believed that in the midst of trials, anguish and suffering it makes a significant and huge difference, when you know that you’re not fighting alone in a battle…
Now Brewing 