When God grants wishes just like that :)

I SAW Mt. FUJI! The grandeur, that perfect conelike shape with those icy white veinlike or like teardrops? dropping down its mouth. So serene, and magestic. I can't believe it! With my own eyes here is this famous volcanic mountain in my face :) An accidental encounter, a very nice surprise. By chance, courtesy of a captain pilot. So from up above in the sky enroute to Nagoya, my wish in this blog had been granted. I'm really dumbfounded. I'd never thought that it could happen but it did. Been passing Japan a lot of times, it never happened before but this time a Mt. Fuji lover pilot is the tool in which God gave me my wish :) And I'm really sooo happy :> Thanks so much to YOU up there :> See, how easy that is, for Him. A second gift from him for me this July :) God has his means, and God has his ways, if you're a true believer and I am :)

Happiness is home and where the heart is...

The Philippines is pure happiness
Like a picture perfect princess
With tears streaming down your cheeks
As you reach your destination your heavenly gate

Home is where you've grown up
To return to when you're totally worn out
As a soft bed awaits with silk linens adorn
To comfort and to caress your spirit that is torn

Looking at familiar faces, listening to vivacious voices
Mingling with the crowds and dancing to the music
Visiting, walking, strolling quietly at the beach
Watching silently the beauty of the sunrise and the sunset...

To Stop the Tears

Salty bitter teardrops quietly fell
Streaming in succession down a maiden's face
Heart's full of burden heavy as the sky
Problem profoundly ripping her by

What kind of dogged days doled out for her
What kind of nightfall awaits lying there
Another day of sorrow, sick or shame
Another night of dark, dread and deep despair

Long years of hope hushes gushes out
Countless hours of wait did not materialize
All but a game, a fake and a thrill
Opened her eyes to the truth that bares

Cut that pretense, real is the deal
No one is served well in masquerades
Walk with the talk, sign on the dot
Truly a person of honor can only do that

Stop the tears, cut out the source
Get on that hi-way of the light and the truth
Happiness will surely land on your lap
On that road dancing smiling as you passed...

May You Continue to Glow

Us in that middle age route
Shining bright still no matter what
Hope it's better for you too
As we did mostly in pro

Anti-drugs and anti-artificial
To handle all your young angst
Stand tall and just jazz up
Start now and make a mark

Realize that life is fickle
You're young, bright and can't be bothered
Think twice for you might wonder
If tomorrow you'll be around here

Meditate, think right and bright
You are young beware age is not the cut
It's the inner you which you keep inside
That glows forever in peoples' minds

Are you an angel as your name implies
Or are you that devil is disguise
Or did those medications that you took
Had plunged you into that rotten book

But you're still alive, young and bright
Seize the moment to be good now for tomorrow's right
To be here is still in those clouds up above
To be decided there only by the hands of God

How many young children died so prematurely
How many spirits left so abruptly
How many hopes and dreams flew away
In this earth that we live be young or old, LIFE never stays permanently

It can be taken at any age anytime, anywhere, at any moment in any given day...


Very intriguing poem...from me to you...very important that I have to peek in and cut off my blogging time off for ten minutes :) and the "ruling" will come out, it's just God has the key...hope you can wait, :) ... again, may you continue to shine as we did then and still doing now, thank heavens for that... and by shine means thinking rightly and always doing the right thing...in God's way, that is...lastly, remember, age begets wisdom which the young like you will still have to learn and to gain or to experience with...so Good Luck to you :) and may your bank of tomorrow "jingles in cash" and may your heart "beats with a smile" always...

All Hellos Has to End

As a new day reaches the night, we bid farewell to the sun
As a new spring reaches fall, we say goodbye to the warmth
When the calm and fresh scent smell of the earth and the grass
Permeates the quiet air after a storm, we open our eyes and smile
The illusion, the mirage had left, is all done and gone...

Farewell, adios, goodbye
So long I bid adieu for one last time
Homecoming heralds a heart divine
Through melodies with tunes so bright
Whimsical lyrical magical all intertwined

Quite long days of jaded joys and mirth
And hours spent listening with open ears
With happiness just timed and tragically trails
It always ends in sadness sorrow which makes one sick
As the curtain falls, as an actress bows, while the music fades...

I LOVE Things in PINK :)

My tulips are pink, my cabbages are pink and so is my Ipod :) I know it kills pink haters, but maybe they're the ones that hate the sun too? laughs. Oh well. Then pls. by all means, just tap out, will you :?

The American Way

I've already lived half of my life here, and in those years, I had several observations on how the people of this country live, work and play or operate to make it short. First, everyone is in equal footing young or old. You call it no respect, bec. everyone is called by their first name young or old. So I call Ed our just departed 95 y/o neighbor all the time by his first name. With my more than two decades of living here when I visit the Phil. it's very strange to be called Tita, Mam or what have you, so I tell them to pls. call me by my first name which I'm very used to, laughs.

People here are very independent, they take care of their own selves. They drive their own cars, even celebrities, like Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan. That's why these problems of DUI's exist. And TV networks here are totally lost in their perspectives with regards to coverage of vital newsworthy events. Why? How come that the travails and unwanted brush with the law of a pretty porn star and a rich hotel heiress is dominating the airwaves instead of these young fighting soldiers in Iraq who are dying everyday? What kind of sacrifice or good deed did this lady had done so far? Just several days in prison without her life being at risk she can't even do. If you do the crime, you serve the time as they say, but here she is crying her heart out bec. she's not used to living the poor way. Please..... She's going or on the way to be 27 years old and sorry to say she definitely did not grow up yet. Oh well. That's all for now for Paris Hilton just took away my appetite to write more. Gosh!

INNER CODE ON DISPLAY in BOLD BLACK

Code of hate or code of love
Mark of your inner closed heart
Out in the open for us to see
Did it please or did it disgust
Did it shame you or just us

Tailing out tongues of distaste
Spouting unkind words of hate
That's what really is made up
Of that inner you inside
Of that dark spirit that you have

Did you treat us kind or right
Did your spirit shine all around
Or did the devil in you slipped out
The one that dwells deep inside
That true inner you which you really are

When strangers came your way
Did you help them or they
Or did you show your dark side
For all of us to see and mark
To add to our memories in bank

Memories that are formed
When we all met in any way
Just a trick that God sends
As a test of your character
Of your self and your true heart

Are you worth adding up
Are you that great and loved
Or are we just forced to open up
Because you're our sister, our lover
Our daughter, and most importantly, our neighbor in Christ...

Tsk! In re-reading my very elementary poem here I get a kick out of it. I don't know, for some reason this poem is very funny to me. Maybe bec. of my elementary English too, laughs. Oh well. My thinking is that I'm probably pissing off writers who accidentally had crossed over this blog. Pardoni me, okay? :>

A lovely pair of my own lilies, then :)

I love the number two, so you can say I'm impartial :) I have two kids and two homes and both are love and life to me. Although I also like the rest of all the numbers, nothing against them really, for math is a favorite, laughs. I just wish that the color could have been more pink in my lilies here for more love that is :) Really, pink is pure perfect for me and so is the number 2...:>

JAPAN is in the Heart

Of my son, J.C. that is. Thinking of majestic Mt. Fuji too while we're at it. I want to see this wonder someday...really and truly... Japan, the land of the rising 'sun,' if I remembered right :) and Japan where Michael had a siezure last year at Nagoya airport. But I won't let it dim my sunny thoughts of this country, defeated by the U.S. but had risen as a winner after. Great, isn't it? Love is Japan, for me and J.C. that is :>

Thinking of GOD all the Time

Yes, Lord how precious you are
True you're the holiest one
In all of the universes combined
Of the present and of all time

You gave yourself as a gift
To redeem us from our sins
You were crucified and nailed
Your suffering was rough so real

Your thirst and sweat are incomparable
Your red royal blood boiled to drip
As we enjoyed a life of sins and excess
As we think there's just no end to all of these

But we are wrong for you are love
You are divine just pure in heart
No one can compare you to anything
You filled us with hope and trust

So today I'm giving you a gift
The only thing that I possess
The best in life you've given me
More than the sun the stars this universe

Thanks so much for that special piece
It made my life so happy and in peace
But the best should be given back
To you where only all good things sprout...:)

A very simple poem in ten minutes :> to God, hope You liked it :)

The Gift has been Given, HAPPINESS at last :)

Have you ever wondered once
Looked inside you, if you'd given a chance
To a person's day, or life
By being a rock or a guide

Traveling on a limited journey
In this earth as a nobody
Laughter and tears in the process
Hours of happiness, loads of sadness

But what is important is why
Do we give as we try
To uncover this earth's secrets
Hidden by God and His angels

Learning from the past we can see
As other people lived their way
Saints and sinners alike
Gave us the truth and the light

For me I can say
I'd given a gift, as of today
An act, that will brighten one's day
One's future life, maybe

Some may never know
That to do that is to grow
To a much more higher plane
In that hierarchy of the living

To give is an example of how to live
Always better than to receive
And the sure way to achieve
That hard to get, but much wanted happiness...

FREEDOM is a GIFT

One life, one love
One breath, one walk
One song, one poem
One story, one throne

One house, one way
One trip to carry
One sky, one star
One moon, one sun

Freedom at last
No worries out cast
Sorry for the past
Gift for you to last

No more to bother
No more to torture
No more to cry
No more to try

Suffering for you to end
Rejoice and rebuild
Happiness for you is here
And that's what freedom means...

Mind Games at Play

A child that knows no better
A parent of yours or another
A stranger, a friend, a relative
A lover, an enemy that you want to leave

Games are just ploys made up of toys
Gaps on that bridge you want to enjoy
To peek, to see, to discover those heights
Beyond there, under those steel so tight

Minds that travel far and wide
Thoughts that trickle one by one
In search of, to unearth the right track
The right path to all that questioning hands

Is this true or not, is this hate or love
Can one armed with numbers or math
Tell us the right, but truly not
For only God knows what's truly in our hearts...:)