Set You Free?

Being selfish...
Hmmmmm...
I still don't know...
Still speechless and undecided...


"If you love someone you should set them free" or "If you love someone you should fight for what you feel" You decide?


I want to know if this is real,
I can't believe you finally arrived
After all these years that I've waited
The emptiness will not remain forever.
But still I don't know how to...
Intimidation quickly lirked into my mind
The reality of realities seemed to halt me,
Cause I don't want to pretend what I'm not.

I can't sustain your perfect life
I can't ruin where you're perfectly at
A lot of old things that you love will be changed
If love will bloom in our hearts today
Well, that's why they say that love is blind
But our case is an exception definitely
Cause I want you to be happy
Even if the answer wouldn't be me

I can't give you everything...
I only have my pure love to share with,
and a heart that knows no boundary;
A love that is true, longing and sincere
But what it's telling me is to set you free...


Cause you love somebody else better than me....


Heartaches, when will it end? I think not, as long as there's love it'll always be here to stay. To end this let me just quote Shakespeare:

"If you love and get hurt, love more.
If you love more and get hurt more, love even more.
If you love even more and get hurt even more,
love some more until it hurts no more."

Rain Endlessly

"Pitter, Patter, Pitter, Patter..."

The sound of the falling rain may signal the start of the rainy season. Giving us cold shivering nights, and making me remember and reminisce the past accompanied with its pains. It once gave me the perfect camouflage to hide away tears and pretend that everything's all right, as if the heaven is sharing with me the grief and sorrow I once felt, pouring everything it has until the sun comes out again.

For old time's sake, here I am again, thankful for the rain for giving me solace once again...

RAIN ENDLESSLY

Let the rain fall endlessly
And share my bitter pills with me
Coz now I feel hopeless and ill,
Now that she left me.

Let it rain on and on and on
So to hide the tears that've overflown
I don't have any thoughts to throw,
And no other emotions to show.

Rain...please don't refrain
As long as the pain remains,
Here in my heart like a stain
Rain, please don't abstain.

Pour it all, pour all that you have
As long as she's not coming back
I'd better be cold because now I lack
The warmth of love that only she has.

I May Not...

Feeling desperate that the world we're living in revolves around money and that the motivation of people nowadays is just to achieve wealth and fame, that even LOVE is being tainted?

LOVE can now be swooned by what you have in your pocket,
not by what you have in your heart...
LOVE now became materialistic...
LOVE can now be bought...
LOVE isn't love anymore....


Here's just a simple poem I wrote offering nothing but...MYSELF alone.

I may not be that goodlooking,
but I thank God for simply being me...

I may not wear fine clothings,
but the one who's wearing it is sincere with his feelings...

I may not bring you to the finest places,
but I can never leave you - I'll be with you always...

I may not give you a mansion to live on,
but I can give you a home full of love and affection...

I may not put a diamond ring in your finger,
but my love for you will last more than forever...

I may not be the best there is,
but the love I have for you will be with you through eternity...

I may not be the one you LOVE...

Judge Dread

Just happened to see this article I wrote before while I was browsing my files. Written more than 5 years ago for our local church's quarterly newsletter publication "The Gardener."

You're riding a bus on your way to school or work when it suddenly stopped to pick up some commuters. Then a not-so-old man who looks like a villain from one of Fernando Poe Jr.'s movies comes in. Your mind instinctively told you to pray because the guy looks very suspicious. As you were saying your silent prayer you saw the bus conductor asked the man his destination. Instead of answering the question, the man quickly lunges for his pocket. Then here comes your imaginative mind again telling you, "He's going to pull his gun and declare a holdup..." And as soon as you finish creating such suspicion, the man pulls his old twenty-peso bill from his pocket and softly tells the conductor, "Munoz lang brod." With a sigh of relief, you calmly told yourself, "Thank you, Lord."

Sounds familiar? Such scenes are figments of our imagination bordering on being judgmental. We judge people by the way they look, the way they dress, the way they speak, the way they act. Our own biases plays a great part with the way we treat people and think about them. This can be traced back to our past experiences during childhood when "negative first impressions" had such an unpleasant impact in our subconsciousness.

We need to get rid of such flaws in our nature. As new creatures (I Corinthians 5:17), we need to think, speak and act in a way that will give glory to our Savior, Healer, Sanctifier and coming King. Let us claim the enabling power of God which will help us look at others as His gift to us.

Let us remember not to judge others by what we see, neither by what we hear. For as we judge, God will also judge us, and with the measure we use, such will be God's measures to us (Isaiah 11:3; Matthew 7:1).

So next time we're in a bus and a suspicious-looking guy comes in and turns out to be a real holdupper, just be calm. Let us hold on to God's promise that "He will never leave us nor forsake us." (Hebrews 13:5)

It's Been Awhile

It has really been a while since my last posting. I'd been busy the past couple of weeks and couldn't find some time to put something in here. Well, just decided to post some of my poems and works just so that my blog won't gather some dust and cobwebs.
I would also like to thank those who watched the "You're Missing Piece" concert featuring Prasia organized by Alliance Youth Philippines - Bulacan. Am proud to be a part of this concert, eventhough my part was just to make the logo, tickets and posters. It's always a high to serve God.

Heaven and Earth

For sure nobody knows how far heaven is from earth, even scientists would have had a bloodied nose tryin' to figure that out. But I'm not here to analyze or calculate the distance between those two points, but to share with you the widening difference between the haves and have nots.

As Karl Marx had written in his Communist Manifesto, "The history of all hitherto existing society, is the history of class struggles." That's true, the history of the world was shaped and is being shaped by the clashes or conflicts which arose and is arising between the classes of society --- better known as the Bourgeoisie and the Proletariat. But enough with the history, communism, and facts. My question is, why is it that the haves and have nots couldn't mix well most of the time whether it be on interests, avocations and LOVE. Well, then, let's narrow it down to LOVE. So much with my ad libs. Why is it that there are too many conflicts and problems that arises whenever a pair coming from the two different sides break the norm? I still just couldn't get it. Isn't it true that love knows no boundaries? And just because of this barrier that our world had set up, only few had dared and fewer triumphed. How I wish that everyone in this world, whatever their status quo is, would open their eyes and just follow what is in their heart. I'll just wrap this up by sharing with you a poem that I wrote which is in relevance with what I'm saying right from the start...

COLOR BLIND

Some people's lives are meant to be less from others

Some are more fruitful, while some are mediocres

Some are meant to be in black and white...

While some are in colors with all the hues in sight.

It just happens to be that I'm on the lesser side

That's reality and I have to face it with might.

But you, you're blessed with everything to behold,

Living happily in the kaleidoscopic world.

It just hurts me cause the world had set its own realities,

Realities which gives me all the insecurities,

Insecurities because it says we can't be together,

Which just means that I'm gonna suffer forever.

But I know that love has its different view.

It has made a difference in the experiences of a few;

It has no boundaries and if we'll look through love's eyes...

It sees in color, but it doesn't mind!

I myself could only speak in failure. How I wish that LOVE would just conquer us all and break every barrier that comes along the way.

Do you understand the words datarkamingawtopmaymawt!?!

Just a question here. Why is it that I can write better in English than speaking it? Bakit nga ba? Kahit ako nagtataka, I hope I'm not the only one like this. I'm not saying that I'm really good at it, but what I'm tryin' to say is that I can write better in English kesa kung magsasalita ako ng Ingles. Well, let's try to find out why.

I remember before, when I showed the poems I wrote sa isa sa mga barkada ko, he couldn't believe that I was the one who made 'em. Pinabasa pa niya sa iba pa naming barkada, kaya ayun, dumami tuloy yung mga di naniwala. Deym! Pinaghirapan kong gawin yun, tapos di sila naniwala na ako gumawa nun. Well, I couldn't blame 'em coz we just grew up in a middle-class subdivision. Di naman kami taga Forbes o Bel-Air o ano pa mang exclusive na subdivision na para sa mga kapitalista at elitista. Kami'y isang uring manggagawa lamang o serf. They were always used to hear me using our mother tongue at gamit pa ang salitang kanto. Mga tipong "Tol, nadale ng pusa yung ulam ko, bwiset kasi nakabukas yung pinto." o kaya naman "Mrs. Gasang, pabili nga po limang pisong suka, pang adobo lang ni Mama, eto may dala akong tasa." One reason for this being so is that maybe because I love to read. Bata pa lang ako kung anu-ano nang libro at reading materials inaabot sakin ng tatay ko. Nagsimula sa Aesop's Fable hanggang sa mauwi sa Reader's Digest tapos sa National Geographic at Time Magazine. That, most of my friends didn't know. Syempre dahil sa loob lang ako ng bahay nagbabasa, alangan namang dalhin ko sa kanto yung mga babasahing yun! Kaya siguro sila di makapaniwala that I myself, yung kaibigan nilang kalaro nila halos araw-araw ng patintero at taguan, e nakakagawa ng tula, at Ingles pa. Pero napakinabangan naman nila yung mga tula ko, one of them even borrowed my notebook where my poems were written for a week. What the hell did he do it with it, that I didn't know. Next thing I know was that he had a new girlfriend a few weeks after. Well that may have solved why I can write better in English.

Pero what about speaking the language? Hmmmm...

Well, everytime I speak in English, I always stutter. Lalo na during our English or speech class way back in high school and college. Siguro pressured ako dahil once you said it yun na yun, wala ka nang time para baguhin pa. Unlike when you're writing, you have plenty of time to think before you even start to write a sentence, pwede mo pang burahin pag di mo nagustuhan or pag may mali sa grammar. E pag nagsalita ka, tapos mali yung grammar, katakot-takot na tawa at pang-aasar aabutin mo. Baka makarinig ka pa ng "Duh?! Whatever!" sa mga kaklaseng mong sosy at konyo. At pag kaharap mo naman barkada, magsalita ka lang ng Ingles, halimbawa, "What time and date tayo lalakad?" sasabihin na nila, "Hanep, Ingles yun ah!" Kaya mahihiya ka na tuloy. Well, it's just typical pinoy for you. Maybe that's one of the reasons why I'm not that good in speaking in English. Kulang sa practice at application. Well nakakasabay naman ako at naiintindihan naman ako ng mga pinsan kong Fil-Am whenever they're in town for a vacation. Problem is that they're just here once every two years. Kahit sa trabaho you would still talk with your co-employees in the vernacular. Hehehe, kaya kulang sa practice at sa exposure. Maybe that's why.

Pero bakit ko nga ba pinu-problema 'to? For Juan's sake eh Pinoy naman ako! We should love our native language, we should use our own, that was Quezon's legacy for us Pinoys. Di natin kailangan magsalita ng Ingles para lang sabihin na magaling tayo o edukado tayo. I know that English is the universal language, and we really need to know how to use and speak it specially with matters relating to our studies and work. I know that, I am almost there. But the problem with most of us Filipinos is that we always tend to overdo things. Look at the Japanese and the Chinese, most of their people are English illiterate, but why is it that their economies are more affluent than ours? Buo naman ating loob at may agimat pa nga daw dugo natin e! But it's not about speaking or writing in English that put their countries in their present condition. It goes way beyond that. Hope everybody would realize that.

Well, I'll just have to end this by sharing what I overheard from a very old man one day while I was walking home from school when I was still in high school:

"Punye**, Inglatera!"