the exquisite and exceptional beauty of autumn

when all the blooms of summer are spent, here comes glorious fall. what beauty there is in the passing of the leaves. like the last gasp of a great symphony. the ending of a music so mesmerizing, spell binding and inspiring. you would think than in goodbyes there is sadness but here you could be at awe in this wonderful notes, yes, for it is like a song only brought about by nature because of its jaw dropping and magical display of colors as it compares to melodies written that you can never forget in your mind. fall is never been so lovely at this time of year. one would want to walk and savor the time, the loneliness of the passing of the season and of time. sad in a way but great on the other hand for nature has a very unique way to entertain us. tourists come to see this magic on earth. lovers stroll hand in hand in these roads as if there's no tomorrow or no one around except them. yes, there is love even in goodbyes, of the leaves, that is...pls. click image for a much bigger view and thanks to the owner of this pic for sharing. it's truly great and grand :) as if he or she will be reading this but thanks just the same...

the leaves have all fallen now

i met you at spring
when the willow leaves
are dripping close
to the green grasses' bed

now summer is over
the sun has bid its farewell
as the leaves roll to the ground
and melt with the brown lifeless earth

white and snowy house
will soon become us
left cold in the dark as the
laughter and smiles are gone

the leaves are down
who once swayed with the wind
at those far distant branch
now i see sticks and barks a sore in the eyes

where has the green canopy
that covered me against
the heat of the sun

now i just see the dark blue sky
an endless abyss like
unreachable and far distant hands

as time toiled
the bell stopped
the music has ended
precious silence at last...

imaginary silence that is because as they say, like life, the music must go on...

gone...

gone with the wind...

the sky had closed and now it's dark
the rain had saturated, the cloud is giving up
tears streaming free for all of us to see
as sunken souls had bathed
and washed them into white

the blue yonder is beyond our grasp
limitless miles across nowhere to stop
just kept on going with our flight
in search of wonder, of miracles
that elusive light

gone with the wind with sails of cloth
torn by the hurricane now it can never be worn
a ship floating at the sea of life
lost without a guide swallowed
by the salty water so warm

hands now free to wade
wings now flapping with mirth
the plan was laid awhile
victory is here at last
a win, one for the heart of God :)

the sacrifices for Christmas that we have chosen to make...happy b-day Jesus, soon :) let's all give our Lord a worthy present, shall we? ...i already did :>

a beach is an untamed paradise...

goodbye morning glory
for there are more other
morning glories to open up
as another day comes
as another dew drops
on that fragile sand
these dried withered leaves
now again starts to shine
as lonely hearts
begin to find a new petal
another sweet flower
that honey lace coated
apple sugar pie without a spike
but loaded with honey crumbs :)






calm is the sea...

the waves are as gentle
as the soft touch of a hand
the sky is as quiet
as that bright November sky
the forest is beaming
with golden grasses swaying light
the sand is filled with muted
morning glories facing the sitting sun

i thought there is no paradise on earth
i thought there is no sweet scent
of the angels roaming with mirth
i was wrong for here it is
a garden of Eden only surrounded
with peaceful water that you can play with

who said that inner peace is hard to get
who said that quiet moments
in rarity do not exist
here it is gloriously in my face
here it is and it is free
i can get it at my brother's beach

i look forward spending
more quiet time and space
i look forward walking
in solitude at your sand
i look forward counting rainbows
at that far distant sky
as your fresh warm air
gently caresses my tired hands
as the waves of this eternal water paradise
sing and envelope my tired heart

i look forward and i'll be thinking of that
as everyday of my life slowly passes by
i look forward with hopes and wishes
that it won't take too much time
for i'm ready to spend years
and enjoy the blessed breeze
and to play under the warmth
of the healing and abundant sun

i am ready to say goodbye to the past
i am ready to welcome the peaceful blue ocean
soon and forever it should last
i am ready to skip so much rainy days and cold drafts
brought by times when the sun is out of sight...

beautiful beach, you got me :) this place is where you can feel the sweetest, the most gentle and the most refreshing breeze ever, a paradise in the true sense of that word...i am looking forward for another visit :) i can now imagine myself sitting on the sand and just looking up intently at that far distant sky. nature is so beautiful plus it's totally free...nature heals and nurtures our battered spirits. as nature rejuvenates us it makes us whole again to face the gruelling task of living, loving, liking, remembering and etc...

the best part of this beach is it is owned by my brod. pics taken november, '09 :)...it is rugged for the beach still needs to be cleaned and have those rocks gathered so the soft sand would just remain. in nasugbu, batangas at my benefactor's beach house, the waves are moderately loud. in patar, the waves are mildly loud. but here the waves are silent most of the time. i dunno if that is good or bad...and yes, there is a canadian guy with that satellite TV tucked on top of his house nearby, a neighbor actually. even foreigners love our beaches and hopefully our country as well. it is not as developed or as modern countries are but the people, the breeze, the surroundings are as pure as a child's heart...

and i am very happy that ms. nora aunor had decided to quit smoking and had agreed to help in the campaign against it. way to go nora :> and if i may add this habit of hers might have contributed for her respiratory problems that those cosmetic MD's in Japan might have encountered in her facial cosmetic surgery and therefore they were forced to perform a tracheotomy in her neck to make an opening to help her breath most likely...the result of the facial cosmetic enhancement is so amazing so maybe she would like to endorse this clinic in spite of what she suffered, just a thought...

gone with the wind...

it's a pre-thanksgiving day movie marathon of the classics and "gone with the wind" was on last night around midnight. prior to that was a clark gable movie where i happened to point the remote accidentally, laughs and i thought about "gone with the wind" because i knew clark gable is the starrer as the handsome Rhett Butler ...i wondered what is that movie is really all about and how i wish i could watch it. and you know what? lo and behold without my prior knowledge "gone with the wind" is the next movie to that clark gable starrer which my wandering remote had pointed me to. and that bare dark tree is very foreboding for i just saw that bare black tree somewhere just recently, hmn... so any how what a convenient coincidence which in my life i have plenty, no kidding...(^&*)...

the movie was sooo long, it was almost 4 hrs. so i ended up sleeping at 5am. thanks that it's a holiday and i am off :) that movie had turned me back in time. when life is very different for those people in that era then. like a time machine sort of. the first major movie in color, imagine that. it was truly superb. now i know why that movie is phenomenal. aside from Rhett's very popular quote of "frankly my dear, i don't give a damn" laughs. oh well. what a phrase of simply saying "i don't care"...in a very loud way... sad, for that was the ending of that movie as clark gable left scarlett o'hara, closing the door behind him offering a divorce to her for her freedom but scarlett was left standing alone vowing to win him back. so we really don't know what happened next in the saga of that very popular movie classic...did they made up or what, laughs. so it was left to our imagination ;) but that is how fiction works, like metaphors. you imagine stuffs, like in a write up you draw a gazillion of conclusions, same as in paintings. but the truth is, reality or truth do not need metaphors. lies are hidden in metaphors, that's why they exist...(^&*)...

JSS's art, thistles & trees and plus...

gardens, grasses and flowers :) most of the time an artist's work defines him or her not unless they're faking it, laughs. but in JSS's case, he is not defined by his art for he was an all around painter. portraits, landscapes, seascapes and plus complete his masterful pieces. it is very straight forward for what you see is what you get. while other artists like to run around in circles and that confuses us. maybe because of their inability to capture reality in their brushes. but don't despair for i can not even draw a flower, laughs. well one thing for sure, art is an expression of what is in the mind being let go in freedom by the hands. John Singer Sargent is one memorable painter for he had captured most of everything in our world then, ourselves, his own self, our beautiful planet earth and its residents. now that is what we call a genius in the true sense of that word :) visit his works here: his virtual art gallery, and his complete work of art... thanks Mr. JSS  for showing us that art entertains, art inspires and art is our life in general captured by your magic brush :>

thistles, the flower symbolizing the crown of Jesus...  Millet's garden, i wonder who is millet in JSS's life, laughs... thou shall not steal, one of the 10 commandments of God :)  and the beautiful light inside these jars, maybe because fireflies are inside? kids, lilies and roses. what a beautiful sight diba, bravo! even non artistic people like me is really moved and mesmerized. how i wished that this painter should never have died. imagine those art that he could have done, sayang. but his time was up like everyone else. one must let go and so am i. i really do love and admire Mr. JSS :) hope that his talent is replicated by an artist who visits his site. now that will be quite a feat. imitation is the best form of flattery as it has been said before... and i completely agree :)

with these amaze balls of art i could end my blog as well. a dead master painter with enormous talent. his works could put a period on my online journal. if ever i don't mind. life goes on and on and on. we carry our crosses like thistles at summer time. we swim the tide of life in its ebb and flow. we move on with our lives as we thank God for all the people that we've meet who inspired us, helped us to be what we are today, not discarding those who did not for they too had taught us precious lessons in life only on the reverse, of not to imitate their examples, of not to follow on their footsteps, of not to be on their dark shadows. life is a journey after all with roads to navigate and we have plenty of it. tomorrow is another day, another road to drive... if God will allow us to be on the road again :) thanks all for your visits, it is truly appreciated, enjoy the holidays :)

john singer sargent's art, the land of Jesus...

...where peace is like a barren or dry well... paintings of Jerusalem, the Hills of Galilee and Palestine ...inspirations of my future travel plans ...these great created images are superb things to end a blog, i was just thinking...if ever...thanks Mr. JSS :)

somewhere in time
a place has been captured
and plastered in a canvas
somewhere in time
a place has been forever
painted and etched
to be viewed and scrutinized
long after the artist is gone

somewhere in time
like we all lived in a space
together lumped in a time shell
as we played we each other
until we slowly blew our kisses
for the years had moved along
and the clouds had drifted
away in our own skies

somewhere in time...

let's all put out some effort to have the most joyous and the merriest Christmas ever next month and the best and the brightest New Year ever for 2012. how? simply give love...(^_~)...

one very talented actress plus the great maks :)

the beauty of the tango. maybe my brod and me could whip one up:? JC do not want to, laughs. i will have to convince my brod real hard. he sings and dances, that i remember, laughs. kirstie, age 60 and maks i think he is 31. yes, guys and gals age is just a number in dance and sometimes in love as well, i think :> but only if it's true love...(^&*)... which is far and in between. for lovers and their muses do break up and before long there is or there are replacements already, laughs. oh well. so true love is just a figment of the imagination, right:? no? let's wait for the kurcher's marriage to end. i think it will, only in just a matter of time. there should be consequences to bad behaviour, laughs. or love is blind? or maybe ashton was under the influence of too much booze? we'll never know. i wonder if age really do matter in love. a dra. and her present young love seemed to have navigated some rough weather. imagine that bad behaviour of her love, that is just too hot to handle, laughs. life is really full of fun and problems esp. in the kingdom of love. i'm sure most of you will agree :) but hey, even if it's fake or even if it did not last long, as they say, it's better to have loved than to not have loved at all. only thing is that love is just an illusion when it was discovered at its end. ergo, like life, love sadly will have its end...if it's not true, my take :>

musikang hindi kumukupas, bulaklak na walang katulad...

my own sampaguita bloom on top a few summers back and a semi-look alike one i took at the sides of Paco church, beautiful. sampaguitas are flowers that are different from the rest. with its exotic and intoxicating perfume similar to rosals and ilang-ilang. these flowers are just wonderful, for the eyes and for the nose :)



there are so many beautiful things in this world. flowers, music to name two. this blog is just one dust in the wind, one tiny speck of sand in a beach, one blade of grass...it can't contain all these wonderful gifts that God had given us to enjoy while we can, while we are still alive. for fact is no one can predict the future of our lives. we're here today but gone tomorrow. we laugh today but we might have a sorrowful tomorrow. same as we smile today but we might not tomorrow. so what are we humans suppose to do? color our lives as much as we can, as often as we can, as fast as we can. for we never know what tomorrow may bring, young and old alike. that's the beauty of life :) everyone is fair game, life as death is a great equalizer. in rich and poor humans it comes at any moment mostly without our knowledge. if God says, it's your time to return your borrowed life, you must. old or young no exception :) you think that you are young today then you are a winner. but those older than you had won for God had granted them years already. and YOU? it's still hanging in the air for you do not know for sure if you'll live tomorrow...just a thought :)...let's pray for a more colorful tomorrows then. that's all we could do actually for we all are at the mercy of one powerful force. you think if all human kind can put this in its brain, everyone will be kinder, everyone will only have love for each other. but the sad part is our intelligence forgot to inform us that life is fleeting, life is short as life is timed...



this is the man who played the classical sampaguita music with that great AMORSOLO painting in my previous entry which i've never seen before, the painting of a church with those high steps and some vendors below and a family with an umbrella at the bottom with that colorful blooming tree above. yes! i'd like to have it and i'll just settle for a reproduction or print for i don't have the millions to buy it, laughs.

bulaklak na walang kaparis sa halimuyak, that is what a sampaguita is :) but the best memory of this flower for me is when the late husband of my virgin mary look alike spanish benefactor picks them in their garden and puts them in their altar...nothing tops that yet :> ...

i'm in search for quite awhile now on how best to end a blog. what i discovered is life like a blog moves on as morning comes. and maybe when it happens it'll just happen. as when a song ends it could be played again and again until you get bored and time to tune in to a new song. a new tune as you continually search for life's purpose, your own life's purpose and meaning that is. when a door closes, the past goes with. it's time to welcome a new rising sun, a new day. a new path that hopefully will bring fulfillment, happiness and contentment in our lives...

music is truly magic especially when it's free :)

yup, memories are like flowers. they bloom in your mind every time you remember them...JC and me went to the ARTS, EATS and BEATS labor day festival in Royal Oak which is just about around 3 miles away from our house. we went last Friday and the weather was sweltering hot at 95 degrees but we went back again today, Monday, labor day here and the weather is like sooo cold that we have to wear our jackets. what a change of weather in just a very short period of time which is a typical Michigan weather :) but any who there are plenty of bands to entertain people more than 100 who played in this 4 day labor day weekend festival, one of the best festivals here in the USA which is being sponsored by big time corporations like banks and car companies. it was really a blast. lots of people, great food, loads of merchandises plus exhilarating music...I'm just gonna post a video of one for I'm tired, laughs.

yeah, this is how a true band plays in my vocabulary at least, laughs. put a spark on that guitar plz! :) truly you can play with a guitar in so many ways. in harana style or in a dramatic phase like this one here. i'm sure it will be an attention grabber, just look and listen :) it'll make you smile, sorta :>. one memorable labor day for sure, just for this guitar player alone, winner!...then comes magical autumn, the falling leaves, with their very colorful goodbye. happy tho' sad in a way, for it's adios for now...until a new leaf of spring will sprout. but that is still ages in the future for comes Christmas first. i'm not complaining, just saying that seasons pass, time ticks as we move on...(^&*)...with our lives...(^_~)...