no one can ever resurrect a life except Jesus...
a gust of wind can make a hat ran
with its force so strong a hand
can't even withstand
same force of wind can make us plan
a different route at some
other day at some other time
and make us wait for a gentle breeze
from a calmer sky without a cut
without a bruise in our palms
one quiet world, one kinder world
without a slap, without a trap
without zapping our hearts
now the beat had stopped
as the stagnant blood
can't flow so life is gone...
i am sad that your time had come Jimbo and flying your body on a jet cost 45,000 USD for you to come back to your native land to be buried...too costly. that is more than 2 million pesos, so you will just be cremated, the final decision..."to ashes we all came so to ashes we all shall return" how true, that is when the time of our end will come and the sad part is we do not even know when...like a thief in the night...the oldest living man recorded here in the U.S. died a few days ago as well at a whooping age of 114 years young...and his mind was all intact, so they say...lucky man, he had plenty of time to make it count, his borrowed life i meant...let's all have a solemn holy week celebration everyone...(^&*)...Jesus died... so all shall we at the end...what a sad feeling, it is holy week talaga...
let's make it count...
time wasted on a trip
as tracks filled with just bleeps
words wasted on a line
didn't move the dove to fly...
