The Storm

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People, Things, and Life

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All the time I feel the air.
Breezing by, everywhere.
Can it feel me? Does it notice me?
Does anyone, anywhere really care to see?
Everywhere I go, there’s no feeling of space.
Free from the toxins that impale this place.
Gone are the times of solitude and innocence.
Here is the now, the age of dissonance.
I walk among the reckless and the recluse.
Just those who are already stuck in the noose.
Kindly floating by, observing society.
Listening to the lack of sincere propriety.
Missing their voice, which got caught in the wind.
Nothing’s right, we’re trying too hard to blend.
Only to discover it’s us who are the plague- blurring among the faces, all too vague.
People who fall to greed and lust,
Quiver so slightly in the air like dust.
Rising through the storm are the few.
Sickness has settled on us all like dew.
Trying…

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fire

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…ardent feeling

…strong desire

….hope over flowed

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…softly as it should

…slowly as it had

…a flicker of hope

life is so good

I saw this man driving his motorcycle over a ton of what seemed to me boxes of breads for sale.... a beautiful reminder that life indeed is beautiful..worth the struggle...worth the sacrifices...worth living..
I saw this man driving his motorcycle over a ton of what seemed to me boxes of breads for sale….
a beautiful reminder that life indeed is beautiful..worth the struggle…worth the sacrifices…worth living..

Three Blind Mice (no relation or nothing to do at all with the nursery rhyme)

Three Blind Mice (no relation or nothing to do at all with the nursery rhyme)

“three blind mice”,

childhood memory of a nursery rhyme

’bout Queen Mary not being nice

executing bishops in thine.

“three blind mice”, at present time

grown – up memory of friendships for long

’bout moms being nice waiting in line

for kids who may come along.

“three blind mice”, somehow came

in the afternoon over coffee in a bench

whimsical thought, though lame

makes up the day flow in trench.

“three blind mice”, a momentary story

of grown – ups filled with glory.

P.S.

It has been a while since i quit my job… actually a very long while. If you have been following me, by now you are still wondering who I am, what i do…Okay, let me tell you that i used to be a College professor; and that i had to stop working to become a full time mother to my four beautiful daughters. I hope this makes you guys happy.

The “three blind mice”, was “born” one fateful afternoon when i practically just hit off a conversation with two other mothers who were also waiting for their children.  I must say i have known them for sometime..but we never really went more than the usual “hi”  and “hello”; until of course that afternoon….and the rest they say is history.

It is such a joy to finally be able to see people around and do the occasional “no- nonsense” conversation. We would wait for our kids in the afternoon and we would of course talk about anything under the sun. What is so good about our conversation is the fact that for along while now, we never really talk about “problems” at home of some sort, which is actually wonderful.

Sometimes, the most annoying part of having friends around is that you get together and talk about problems, worries and or worst other people’s lives.

One afternoon, my second child saw us waiting and eventually she said “you’re like the three blind mice”…

This experience has brought me a whole new idea of life..of people..of events…of circumstances…

At some point we need a fresh new start. A new heart that is free from dross of the past, a heart that is fresh with enthusiasm and energy for the present as well as for the future.

New friends. New experience. New events.

That’s what we need. It steadies our heart. A steadfast heart is what we need to claim, a heart that does not waver about the truth or fall short when it comes to loving well. It will not allow the events of the past dominate our memory or chain our hearts to negative feelings.  It will fill our entire being with a fresh freedom so that we will walk the journey as well as possible.  It will create a vibrant spirit in us that carries hope, one that believes in love and in its glorious moments. A heart that will fill us with goodness.

So there goes the “three blind mice”. How about you? Have you met someone new today? Let me know.

“she could have been mine”

seated together in the corner,

she remembered you quite well,

of the birthday cards you made,

of the letters you wrote.

Over a cup of coffee with friends

she told your story,

of how you made her giggle,

of those and many more stories.

laughing along today,

she could well recall,

the valentine’s cards  you sent

of how beautiful they’re made.

looking back

she said you never made it clear,

of what your intentions maybe,

of how she could have been yours.

“how long has it been?” a question prompted at once.

with regret she said “twas long ago”

“mom…” a teen age girl called out to her

twas indeed long ago; as how the girl has grew.

“she could have been mine”….is all we could say.

P.S.

A  story told by  friend over a up of coffee.

How many times have we ever said “I could have done that”, “I wish….”, “that could be me..” or in this case “she could have been mine”.

Every once in a while we are confronted with this truth. The truth that we could never ever bring back the past. All we can do is catch up a glimpse  of the possibility of who we are meant to be and who we could have been. At the same time we can also catch up a glimpse of how far we have yet to go; we see that there are many twists and bends and struggles in the road before we finally arrive, and this glimpse will pain us with its reality. Of the reality that how much we wanted to…the past will always be just behind us.

There will always be a corner of our hearts where it is autumn, that part which aches with searching and loneliness, with restlessness or dissatisfaction. That’s why it is imperative to hold on to what we have at the moment and never let it go…

Have you let go of something and wished you could have it back? Let me know..

cloud nine (ecstatic feeling)

a deep loud vibration is beating

in cool afternoon sheets.

she heard you breathe noisily while sleeping

in rough hoarse voices.

a melody in different tone

in deep brightened sleep.

she felt you’re good and done

in shadows right through a nap.

a joyful release of fondness

in warmest sweet devotion.

she felt your touch of coolness

in slow moving affection.

as you lay down in bed,

so calm and candid.

P.S. Random thoughts during a lazy Saturday afternoon when napping nor going out for a walk is not an option…i just miss you sleeping beside me..

Creative Pain

Somewhere in between…

I cried out in pain.

I agonized in disdain.

I lamented in vain.

Sometime thereafter…

I walk away over.

I smile in sober.

I yearn to unfetter.

Somewhere then…

I will be discharged.

I will be freed.

I will be liberated.

Until then…

For a moment and now..

Pain can be beneficial when it leads to some kind of “liberty” in us, when a sleeping energy is awoken, when unknown talents are recognized, when a understanding about life’s purpose and direction deepens in us.

There is much within us that needs to come to life.

Pain brings them out.  It made us see that we have in stored so much love, fidelity, endurance, resilience, hope and understanding in us. 

Pain can be a process of purification and discipline in us in many ways..