Living it in Illusion Land

She tossed and turned in bed
She's up and down the stairs
The windows are weary now
Of her always peeping by

She thinks he's too late now
No calls, no beeps, no text
Delusions doomed the air
Where could her other's been

Mind filled images
Of lovers lost again
Could it happened twice
Deceived deluded and deprived

Lady of Illusion she was
Reality covered with mask
Paranoia purely prevailed
This mind of hers believed

Abused perception of reality
Untrue, imperfect, full of falsity
Be careful in where you thread
For you might lose your head

Too funny in so many times
If lady loves are jealous types
No rest on honeys' minds
If sweeties are lost, suspicious and unkind...

Gosh! I'm telling you, as if there are really readers out there, laughs. Simple poem in ten minutes :) Maybe I can write a book titled, "Poems in Ten Minutes" but with that time, we know that excellence is seriously compromised here, but that is not my goal anyhow, and come to think of it, I have no goal at all. Just write and write until I get tired :> but of course with a little inspiration of this and that believe it or not, so really I'm trying to explain something here too, true and very true, laughs. Sorry if I confused anybody here, but you'll get it sooner or later, just be patient and read between the lines for its meaning is hidden here and there :> Oh well...

Lady EVE, in temptation island...

First woman ever created by God
True caring partner companion of man
Sweet garden of Eden, Adam and her
A perfect place, a world of wonder

No sin, no guilt, no fault
All smiles, laugh and hopes
Care free, happy and gay
No problems nor any worry

But one day a serpent emerged
With alluring apple in "temptation" red
Song serenades stopped, not played
Where wailing hardships is heard instead

More wiser now, much more shamed
They noticed how to be nasty naked
Sick bodies bathed all full of sin
God's paradise no longer theirs

Temptation, how cold and cruel
Are you to these two lost souls
Your fault that they were caught
Or just only them to blame, the truth

But God knows what He wants
On earth this, His precious land
As long as we truly regret
Our sins are saved by Jesus' death...

Tsk! really what a lot of lesser poems I've got here :) When will I ever learn to make them better? laughs. Needs years and years I bet :> of practice that is...or if I can just meet one good poet somewhere, sometime? hmn. I bet it will help me tremendously, no kidding :> but see, I don't count on that anymore, laughs, oh well...

Inside Out

Beauty inspires and it captivates
Youth or being young rolls out our eyes
Fairness in skin we all want it
Ladies and gents, old, young or teen

Too much ado with what we see
Clouding our eyes with false beauty
Better to dig what's in the deep
On that one's soul, spirit and wit

Suddenly exposed to life's travails
Is a sure fire test of one's character
The one that's deeply hidden in one's heart
Will come out fast in due time loud

What's made of you is how you react
To your life's challenges and all of that
Be sure to never demean nor trump
Your relatives, neighbors or co-humans

You might be beautiful rich and pretty
Always remember that's just temporary
What counts more in this universe
Is how you've lived your life on this earth

Did you treat well your fellowman?
Did kind words spout in your beautiful mouth?
Did you give alms to the poor, have nots?
Or what you did is otherwise...

Always in a Rush

Rushing out the door
thinking you'll be back
What a big surprise for
this day you may not

Lots of distractions
dooming your day
Juggling schedules
when can you be free

Mind full of lists
to do that and this
Hands down in disgust
you have it through your gut

Too many things
occupying your thoughts
Forgetting the most
important to boot

Leaving without a hug
a smile, and a kiss
Meant a day of no cares
and no hopes for sure...

The Journey is Over...

Pic is courtesy of 'Michigan in Pictures'
"Parked Permanently"


Over the Atlantic or the Pacific
on oceans or of mountain ranges
counting continents and countries
due destination is reached

By bus, plane rides and cars
asleep, on wheels or eyes wide
tired, weak or unsatisfied
all the same the place is here at hand

Everything has its end
life relationships or any trend
joy, sadness or happiness
no choice in us but to accept

At times we are lucky
for those times that we're happy
but just any living things on earth
there will come a time of its death

Farewell the sun, so bright
the planets, and the stars above
this wonderful mother earth
who took us, and housed us since birth

So sad that we have to depart
timed life, yours, mine, and all of us
at least we had a chance
to live, to love, to smile and laugh...

Carrying the Cross with Christ

Healing Hearts in Tragedies

Suddenly came a violent storm
One gray and rainy day was born
Painful holes punched in hearts
Red blood dripping in clots

Gunfire sounded surreal
Hitting students and faculties
Ran amok a psychotic face
Panic reigned in all hallways

Death, destruction and alone
Each one soul starts to mourn
Sick and tired, scared not bored
Tears cascaded from eyes and rolled

Once a tragedy on earth befall
Hard to forget the pain, its toll
Heavy hearts, feet that failed
Questions why it had prevailed

Mysteries move this universe
Unknown force the devil roared
Took memories and bright futures
Wondered why, families broke

Let's look back on Good Friday
Undue suffering filled that day
Jesus died, crucified and nailed
But new hope, new life awaits...

President Bush recounted a story of a dad who passed out in his presence in this senseless tragedy at Virginia Tech. where 33 people died, including the gunman himself. This dad lost his only child, a daughter in this shooting spree by a depressed 23 y/o Korean student, an immigrant here in the U.S. He was on medication for this ailment, but instead of helping him it did failed him and in the process he took other lives as well. So much for medications that don't do their job. The pain and suffering is unbearable for parents who lost their children, that, I can't even dare to think or imagine for I am a parent myself. It will be like the end of the world for me, worst than Armageddon...don't know how these souls can go on after...it will take a tremendous amount of courage and faith in God to overcome this catastrophic challenge in one's life. But with God "nothing is impossible" just hang on, trust and believe...

Golden Goddess

Sent by God that's where you're from
loved and liked by butterflies
kissed and buzzed
by bees
above

Perfumed flowers adorn thy kingdom
roses, lilacs, and sampaguitas
scattered scents
soaked and sealed
the air

Magical, wisdom full, spirit kind
heart felt smile, passion filled
lots of longings
let out
to all...

Prep for a Journey

Airport chaos,
cars coming
through

Travelers slowly
trekking in
droves

Baggages, passports
paper trails
post

Air jets down
awaiting
on hold

Then zooming up
reaching out
that radiant sky above and beyond...

Michigan in Pictures

Can't take better pics than these: http://michpics.wordpress.com/tag/winter/page/2/

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

This glossy glass that reflects and shines
Physical outer attributes of every man
And of all the ladies of this universe
Never will lie and can't be coerced

Am I that pretty really and perfectly?
Like a lady Love or lovely lady Liberty
Of Snow white and poor Cinderella
Or the much beloved our own lady Madonna

Maid of the Sea, the Mountain or the Mist
Pleasurable names chosen in print
If you do serve provide and nourish
Heaven above will take note and cherish

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell us who is the fairest of them all
A mouth full of trash, bitchy as a rat
Or a lowly servant who knows what is right

We are all judged by the things that we say
When we open our mouths not only everyday
Using letters or words of the alphabet
To forever please God should be the target...

Hopes, Dreams, Fond Farewells

Flickering moonbeam invites
Meandering rays provide
Illuminating, rendering light
Travelled high ways so bright

Cars on a crunch and on a race
Bumper to bumper touching their tails
Fully packed and tightly pressed
With honest hopes and delightful dreams

Soaring jets on a cloudless sky
Echoing wind that no one minds
Flock of birds bidding goodbye
Flying and drifting aimlessly by

Dreams lost and done with
Hopes left with heavy feet
Wishes washed in a flash
As tomorrow's trip, trashed

Mellow and mild music prevails
Tinkering tunes heard up a hill
Notes of nothingness, letters of love
Bidding farewell, see you next time?

This if the stars will line up
And all the planets open up
These hopes and dreams, wishes so real
Totally and finally will be realized

Happiness will be in the air
If we're lucky and forever be fair
God will grant us with all His might
Eternal joy, all that we want...

Tsk! So many poems, laughs. My brother threatened to sell them for me :> Yeah, right. As if they're really good, laughs. Oh well. Thanks for the few? if any who had the patience to read them for me. Hope even for just a tiny bit you did like them :) thank you, thank you...(bow)

Living in the Land of Love

What is love by the way
A strange feeling, a new entree
Coming into your life without notice
Affecting your life with its entirety

Love makes the world go round
It spins your head like no one
Making the sun shines brighter
And the stars to really twinkle

But what do you do if you truly care
Wouldn't you want to be fair
If true love is in the air
Your own happiness is less in your ear

For you'll be willing to sacrifice
All for the love of your life
Your own heartaches no matter
For the joy and happiness of your other

That person that is important to you
Their well being is paramount too
For if you see them smile and laugh
It's just like you pleased yourself and God...

With God's Will Anything is Possible

The sea shines like a golden sun
The sun simmers like a radiant star
The star twinkles like a dear diamond
But without mention of "God" in the equation
You'll lose like a useless lioness in a dark and cold dungeon...

THE SHINING SUN

Never dark and never dull
Always bright and full of fun
Like a rainbow for all season
Winter spring summer or fall

Enigmatic and sincere smiles,
Warm in hearts and in your hands
Not blinding but always sparkle
Like a diamond that dearly beloved jewel

Open your eyes and look around
For the sun up above that shines
Your day, your self and your life
God sent, no question in your mind

This world is full of mischief and misdeeds
Of dark forces and dark faced ladies
Beware for you might be thrown into their net
Caught paralyzed in their poisonous web

We struggle to watch and weigh for ourselves
Who's the devil, or the Satan in this universe
Look up above for that much needed help
To show you the way to that heavenly place...

This poem is done in ten minutes, laughs. If inspiration strikes, time is not of the essense. Words just flow like a river :) Hope even only just one will like it :> maybe one of these days I'll make an album for my novice poems which this blog surprisingly uncovered for me, laughs...

Humility in Humans is Always HOT

FATHER ANGELO's favorite line in his preachings is this, "Because He is God and you are not" we need to be humble always and no matter what. Great, the best, the master of whatever discipline you're good at...that makes sense. For talent, or beauty is just God given, it will be taken away from you anytime if He wills it. So to be aware of this all the time makes all of us to be of notice of our nothingness or of our being nobodies :) Or just think the obvious that things have their ends either sooner or later. You'll be basking in glory today but you will never know if you gonna be crying tomorrow...sad isn't it? It takes away the fun, but at least you know where you stand. Just a mere human being, a small speck of sand, that can be blown away by the wind at any time...so pls. don't think at any moment that you're 'great' for He is that, not you :>

On Top of a Hill, a Cross, a Crown and Calvary and On Kings and Queens

CONNECTIONS AND CORRELATIONS. This is really weird and come to think of it, it's the most holiest of weeks. I was googling the lyrics of "The Old Rugged Cross" to come hand in hand with my holy week music blog entry of the same title but lo and behold, check this... http://synergy_2.tripod.com/lyrics/ruggedc1.html I don't even have to post my music for it came with it, pls. CLICK the link, and wait for a few seconds for the tune itself :) The saddest music I've ever heard in my entire life, "The Old Rugged Cross" and this was dating back in the elementary grades, right the same year I was crowned a Queen for a night, laughs. See the pic? I have proof :> And Percy was the King. This pic was given to me just not too long ago by my teacher Mrs. Casiano, Percy's mom also. That 'remembrance' penmanship on the pic is hers, my teacher's handwriting :)

Now if you look at the bottom of the lyrics, if you've CLICKED the link, this music was written HERE in Michigan of all places, laughs. And now to make the story more complicated, Mrs. Casiano dressed me in a blue semi- Maria Clara outfit then, I still remember that dress clearly :) like I was the Virgin Mary in that play when we went downtown to show it one Holy Week, a long time ago. Jesus was dead, nailed on the cross and I was in distress as His mother. With this music being sang in the background. Gosh! What a very nice memory! And up to this day, me and my teacher still writes to one another. She had four sons and she said she does consider me as the daughter, she never had. She always ends her letters to me as "your mom" funny isn't it? She is on her 80's now and her husband just died this year, very sad. But truly this song's melody is so melancholy, mournful and mesmerizing at the same time. It touched my heart like no other song did, very fitting for this week entry on my journal. And in the process I've gotten more. Memories that no money can buy...plus that feeling that I've been a queen even for a moment and even for just once, however short of a period that is, maybe. Truly a treasure to keep... in my heart, in my mind and in my memories. I truly consider myself very lucky indeed. And thank God for that :) Aside from "O Holy Night" I have another inspiration to go back to the piano, laughs. If I can find that tape I'll let you listen to me playing this lovely X-mas song, which made my piano teacher then gasped in dismay for it's a level 3 piece and I'm only starting, meaning me jumping or escaping the basics when I told her that this is the music or first piece that I want to learn and I did, laughs, believe it or not. In fact I sent that tape as a gift to my Madonna like benefactor awhile back. The nerve of me isn't it? laughs. Just want to give her an original thing from me, that's why, laughs, for originality counts big time for me, look at my blog's name :) Not a copy cat :> Oh well...the truth.

The King of Kings, Jesus, wore a crown made of thorns. That made me feel so little and ashamed wearing a tiara on my head in this pic then, but I do share His cross in my life as I see Michael everyday, not only during Lenten season. And with His help I'm doing my very best to carry it. I know I needed His help all the time...to lift this heavy burden on my shoulders, emotionally and physically too, this if you've noticed the purplish bluish marks that Michael made on my arms :) but as I've said life goes on and it could have been a lot worst, like if he is wheelchair bound and besides there are a lot of others besides me in this very challenging predicament. So no time for self pity here, for life goes on. "Smile even though your heart is aching" as that famous song goes, so that is what you see in my pics :> A cheat? I don't think so, just making myself feel a little better here, laughs. Hope you agree :)

Songs, Sentiments and Serenades

Sad tunes ringing into your ears
Glum, unhappy faces you can tell
Wailing cries permeate the air
Heart breaks like a bitter pill

One's life is always marked by
The serenades and songs they buy
Like jeans, round rings or lullabies
Of Coltrane, of others or by Miles

Sentiments embedded in these words
Will want one's body to burst
In tragic tears one lass laments
Or in jaded joy as one girl sleeps

Serenades echoing in balconies
As a strumming guitar plays
Touching a honey's heart and ears
Where sincere smile or happiness reigns

Songs, sentiments and serenades
As flowers of roses and chocolates
Makes one felt loved and truly cared
Blessed as that of a picture perfect scene...

Moods, Music and Memories

Drifting, bellowing in the air are sounds
Sweet or sad melodies of love
Dressed in wonderful or weary words
Arousing as in rhythmic pleasant verse

Requests called for on the air
Tunes wanted to be played
Of one person's favorite piece
Ballads, lullabies or other else

How about you dear friend
What's your story to tell
Can music express it forever
In sunny or in sad serenades?

Moods, music and memories are intertwined
As life, time, the wind and us
Sad or glorious sounds or drudgeries
Forever frozen and sealed in melodies

Words translated into sounds
From a superb song writer's hand
Full of emotions expressed and sang
By an angelic nightingale's sweet tongue

Musical lyrical hymns or mainly just hype
Illusions, delusions or realities of one
Traveling and floating freely in the sky
One's spirit, one's soul, one's magical mind...

There's Hope

Born poor and scantily clad
Meals not comparable to the haves
Even with both mom and dad working hard
Living in a small house, only a nipa hut

With just a wick lantern for a light
All lessons done and memorized
With high hopes for that better life
Or for a future that is burning bright

Sweats and hardships never mattered
Stomach churning at times with hunger
Financially strapped, with money not enough
Remedies here and there, a help from an aunt

A working student, sponsored by a lovely lady
In a private and prestigious Catholic University
No time for fun, void of vacations, nor rest
Still gladly taken, with a sunny smile, no complaints

Miracles do happen in this world and it's true
As my humble life on earth had to show
Never lose hope, pray hard and always be true
To God, to others, to your work, and to the person that's you...

ALMOST

Adrift abandoned and lost
A man floating alone afar from coast
Body parched and baked
By the sun's scorching burning rays

Rescuers above passed him by
A tiny speck of sand, a faint muted cry
Down in despair he closed his eyes
'Almost' he said but that's just not enough

Leaning in a tree in a church backyard
An old battered poor woman carries a child
Disfigured, dirty, sick and tired
Their arms thrown out reaching for alms

Countless nameless faces gently walk
Passing these hapless creatures as they talk
Amidst silent sobs but full of hope
But no one even 'almost' dare to help or stop

Almost there, if this could have only been that
Anyone of us may have help a life
Almost, just isn't really enough
To save a life or to change a life...

And I'm just as guilty as the rest, at times, sad...

Just Simply Passing By

Floating silently in the sky are poems
Expressions of thoughts, one's own
Vivid descriptions, just quick summations
Life lived by a single solitary person

Jaded joys, happiness and awe
Wonderful question marks or so
Bathed in sadness, sullenness or two
Intertwined with words and by that color blue

Answers, stories, responses
Biting, loving or of nastiness
Timing to throw it is of the essence
To match what was there to deal with

But poems that pierce the heart
Should only be what we want
Like an odyssey in one's chart
Admired, remembered, for all times loved

Just what these lonely lines impart
"Farewell dear father, my sunshine, my love,
Why did you have to depart?"
"By this, you've broken my precious heart"...

Very melodramatic but I love it. Makes me smile :) But this is just only me...

Bright Smiles Come with Spring

It's official... spring is HERE, hurray! :) The scent, the sights and sounds of renewal, revival or renaissance, take your pick. For me it's the season to be smiling, laughs. Too long for me to wait to see my tulips again, can't wait. Spring cleaning, gardening and listening to the tons of birds I have in my backyard. That red colorful cardinal is my favorite. Oh well, really. It's the second time for me to be jolly, the first is Christmastime of course :) So, one more month, by the end of April, the sprouts of tiny leaves start to peek out of those trees. Then on the first week of May comes the bright and the colorful spring flowers that light up our neighborhoods, and my red bud tree is right out there on top :> So pretty and rainbow like. Tsk! If only that there could be a pot of gold that comes on every spring, then no more room for any pouts from non gardeners, unlike me...too bad. But for me the time to have that wide smile is...you've guessed it! Now. :>

That Extra Crucial Mile

Life is a series of winsome wonders
Being flashed in front of nowhere
Piles of accumulated pathways and trails
That this kind earth has to offer

Life also is an endless struggle
Of the good and of the devil
And it's up to you to decipher
Which path would you like to conquer

Sunny days, glorious days
Sunshine that will last forever
Or sad and moon less darkness
In agony, desperate and truly hopeless

Actions, relations and reactions
Smiles, laughter and pouts
Quarrels, makeups or breakups
What does one truly wants?

The good will want the wise
The bad, the devil will do otherwise
Just as that good Samaritan
The kindhearted will walk that extra mile

That extra leverage, that needed length
To touch a human's heart
That extra compassion and crucial walk
That opens its door to God...

"Miracle in Many Ways"...a favorite poem of mine :)

Have you ever prayed in private?
Wishing wishes late at night
Hoping dearly that God will touch you
In His mercy and graceful ways

Have you closed your eyes in earnest
Thinking some magic makes your day
With that extra love and goodness
Will be showered on you today?

I have dwelt in dread and dark despair
In much agony that is unreal
I have suffered uncalled for humiliation
You named it, it was on the air

But God in His rightful ways
I found courage to prevail
I've felt I am always loved instead
By that power sent by Him

If this is not a miracle tell me what it is then
For I could have folded like a wet umbrella
Not to be opened once again
Or I could have been an schizophrenic or mindfully insane...

In Tune with the Times

POLITICS is all in the horizon here and in the Phil. Come to think of it, it's my hidden interest, my secret love if you will. I follow every presidential debate here in the U.S., listen and tune in on programs that deal with this topic. For my philosophy is I'd like to be informed with what these politicians are up to, besides enriching their own pockets of course. They hold the key to policy making which directly or indirectly involves or affects my life, that's my reasoning. So I'm really very wide eyed and awake at this time of the year, laughs. Mitt Romney seems to be a very capable presidential beat here, but too bad for he is a Republican. So he is not the best person to look out for my interest, a working class, a middle class person. For these conservatives are just instruments of the rich, whose agendas are to become more like them, what else? the rich and the greedy. This after they woo you and your votes are taken. The difference here though compared to the Phil. is that most votes are counted here in the U.S. and votes can't be bought by money, which is the exact opposite in my country of birth. If a candidate even brainless have money, then he or she can be "smiling, and basking in sunshine" on the senate floor, or "in a hot house harmony" with the rest? of them there, laughs. Oh well, that is Phil. politics. Very very sad, indeed. And a myriad of intelligent, sarcastic "writers" mock this arena I observed with their tools of "metaphors" tons of it, here and there :> What a life...although I'm impartial. To those that I like I close my eyes, laughs. Oh well. And I'm not particularly fond of "weather" forecasting in the political turf to make that clear, alright? This is only me my take, and who cares? Only me, that's for sure, but this is my blog, so there you go, the REASON :> So please excuse me if you will, that is if you're truly offended. Don't mean to hurt your feelings now. Would you believe that? laughs.

Surprise! Actually Snow is Still Here

Tsk! I mispoke too soon. Lo and behold, the next morning... here is the view. Here in Michigan, March weather is very unpredictable. You're wearing your shorts the day before, next you know you're in your long john, laughs. Oh well. Can't wait for spring and summer to see my flowers again :>

Sense and Sentiments

Why do you care if I'm a maid
Making your bed everyday
As long as your sheets are all pluffy
And your floor is clean and spiffy

Why do you care if I am old
Bones rickety, fragile and cold
With face wrinkled and loose
Hand tremors and all

Why really care if I'm poor
With no roof and no food
Begging alms in those roads
Streets of filth and rats full

You must care for I'm God sent
To test your character and will
To show our only God up there
What you're made up inside "here"

"Here" means your inner heart
That red organ of true love
For if you treat me just right
God will smile wide and bright

Be thankful and be smart
Better not you but us?
But if we were 'you' it will happen that
You'll be kindly respected and loved...

In that Far Corner of the Earth

Tired, no more trembling hands
Flat, a non beating heart
Quiet under that cold earth
Alone lies a man not to ever forget

Deep silence sears the place
As a dove soars and reigns
Manicured grass over ground
Only a skull can be found

Is this all there is to it?
Of a life full of joy and zest
Too short, not enough
Taken abruptly in a flash

What is there to hope?
When someone bright is lost
No more laughter, no more smiles
No more sunshine no more stars

Tomorrow is just another day
As we humans work and play
Never the same, different always
Since my dad passed away...

Politics Philippine Style

How much money do you have?
How many movies did you make?
How much fame did you acquire?
This is Philippine politics

Throw away those computers
They're just in the way
Put some dough in those pockets
Of these gentlemen who run this gimmick

Then you'll be a governor
A congressman or a senator
Or worst you'll be the president
What a very sad predicament

My poor countrymen, what have we've done
Always and forever we'll be in the dumps
Why can't we learn from past mistakes
And give us all that much needed break?

With an eye trained to see
And an ear marked to hear
With a mind to decipher
What is true and what is real

Vote for the one that is bright and smart
Not for their fame nor financial cart
Write those names and cross your heart
And hope to God that no cheating will start...

Miracle in Many Ways

Have you ever prayed in private?
Wishing wishes late at night
Hoping dearly that God will touch you
In His mercy and graceful ways

Have you closed your eyes in earnest
Thinking some magic makes your day
With that extra love and goodness
Will be showered on you today?

I have dwelt in dread and dark despair
In much agony that is unreal
I have suffered uncalled for humiliation
You named it, it was on the air

But God in His rightful ways
I found courage to prevail
I've felt I am always loved instead
By that power sent by Him

If this is not a miracle tell me what it is then
For I could have folded like a wet umbrella
Not to be opened once again
Or I could have been an schizophrenic or mindfully insane...