Choices

Some things in life are worth holding on,
and some need letting go
one is faced with so many options
but there are times that not even one
is worth the choice
you simply must give it up or die holding on and lose it all…
or live hating for wanting more…

 

You

 

You are my happy memory of the past,

The joyful moment of the present,

And the hope and promise of the future..

 

 

 

 

Backside

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Sealed
But real.
Hidden by,
Behind doorsteps.
Uncanny and deep;
Cloistered and undisclosed.
Affectionately indeed.
Yearning, for freedom one day soon
Enclosed longer, out in the open.
Reflection of a light behind no more.

Hidden

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heart torn in secret sufferings,

lips strongly formed.

sighing…

crying…

escaping….

unhappy poet, hiding

(Lino Robles’ reply to the unhappy poet hiding…)

yet each darkened night

in hours becomes light

is what I see in her eyes

as

I see my future in het skyline

lesson learned redemption is mine

when the tears dry from her eyes

P.S.

Thanks so much to Lino for this wonderful reply….check out his site….his one great poet…

Hope

looking thru my window... hoping too I know... that beauty maybe beyond what I see...
looking thru my window…
hoping too
I know…
that beauty maybe beyond what I see…
However thats not tru... as I see through... some may lived in a castle... while others maybe in a stable....
However that’s not true
as I see through…
some may lived in a castle…
while others maybe in
a stable….
and as I walk away from a distance... I wish to see beauty even for a chance...
and as I walk away
from a distance…
I wish to see beauty
even for a chance…

p.s.

I maybe just dumb to believe that there’s hope for humanity….there’s hope for the less privileged…I may be deaf to hear what they say that nothing can be done to the cry of the poor..the agony of the less fortunate..

I just hope one day the world will be a better equal place for humanity..

Goodbyes

I can’t think of a better way to discuss this anxious feeling than in long ranting…..(if this is a rant)…let me say for the record that i am not in any way sad, lonely or troubled. 

Lately i have been witnessing so many deaths within our circle of friends. 

My father died….i never even had the chance to say goodbye.

My brother died…i never even had the chance to say goodbye too.

My father – in – law died…that time i was there beside him…..Ahhhh the irony of life…

Goodbyes are as much as part of our lives as the seasons of the year.  The story of gain and loss, of joy and sorrow, of life and death, of union and separation, is inside each of us.  The cycle begins at birth when we were broken loose from our mother’s womb. The cycle continues throughout our lives. 

Whoever has not said farewell to someone and felt a great heartache and a deep sadness, wanting to stop the process and wondering when the ache inside would ever leave?  Many years ago i remembered saying goodbye to my father who came to visit us. …that last little space when an onrush of sadness suddenly wells up and causes a great inadequacy of expression.  Dad turned and hugged me. Then he looked at me with a tear prompting to drop in his eyes and painfully said..” i will miss you..”…..It was his last goodbye.

Do we ever get used to saying goodbye? Or should we? I think not. Saying goodbye helps us to experience the depths of our human condition. It leads us to a much deeper understanding of what it means to live life in its mystery and wholeness. we ought not to be afraid of partings that life asks of us.  Nor ought we have to hold back in giving ourselves fully to love, to the wonderful growth opportunities of investing ourselves in people and events.

       days are long,

      weeks pass by…

     clock ticks faster…

     this time ever…

      goodbye, we say..

      with hope someday soon

      we’ll meet ever again…..

P.S  a random rant about parting…ranting for no particular reason… 

And so I love you

As i woke up without you

I did not know what to do

i lost the smile far more

cos i long for you so sure.

when i remember you by

 i wish i could fly

so i could be where you are

even we’re thousand miles apart.

As i walk on the street

i can see my heart dimly lit

for you my love, isn’t with me

and i much miss thee.

whenever i drive the car home

i long to hear your voice even on the phone

to hear your sweet i love

that i would answer with a shy i love you too.

as  i work on my table late at night

i imagine you hugging me so tight

but for now, i know, it would still not come true

and that reality makes me feel so blue.

later as i will go to sleep

i will still have the pain of missing you so deep

i dread the feeling of lying down on my bed alone

and all i want you is to be with me and be home.

P.S.  a father’s day thought to the one i really love…

Thoughtfully

 

I slowly turned the lights

off…

A dwindling gesture of joy creeps in

A voice resounding within.

A desire is so strong to manifest.

I lie down in bed…

A hole appears from somewhere

In the middle of nowhere…

Taking my breath away.

I slowly close my eyes…

A view appears up there

Of a future farther…

Of myself steadier.

And I intensely breathe in…

Taking much more of reality

that…

the voice yells differently,

the hole leads to uncertainty,

the view tells insanity…

that…

one day my voice will be heard,

the hole won’t be empty,

and the view will be a sight…

a beautiful sight of what’s

within the real me.

 

P.S. a moment of coffee and me; a moment of peaceful solitude