the longest road to goodbye...

the wind of change is over
the door is closed at last
time slowly ticked away
the destination is at hand

how long it took to get here
the count is lost in the sky
it went across in zigzag roads
as the roar of the car stopped

as heavy foot alight
the renaissance has come
new path, a new direction
it took awhile to find...

happy new year everyone!!! to get into another year is always a blessing. thank God :)

Dad Divine

Frosted flakes in that window pane,
Sturdy stems of evergreens,
Wind swept shadow in my window glass,
Peeping softly, and as silent
As my beating heart...

that is my dad, visiting :) he passed away 12-30-1987...like love ones who have left us, we longed for their presence again as it was before esp. during the holiday season for we longed for their love back. but that won't ever happen again, in my dad's case at least... although still i get teary eyed when i remember my dad, life went by for the past 26 years without him. he'll be very happy if he is alive today... cheers! papang :) wished you had seen america but it wasn't meant to be. mamang did so i should be happy with that...

autumn leaves, parting leaves...

 

one favorite song, autumn leaves, newell oler...

what colorful way to depart
in reds, yellows
burgundies and browns

down to the ground
caressing the land
sleep, deep sleep

never to wake up
never to walk
never to stand

in life again...

the sadness of life. we are here today but gone tomorrow. we play today but eventually we don't. we smile today but we will cause sadness when we go and leave this world forever, like fallen leaves, the irony. where memories will be the only one left of us. like the passing of the years. never will it comeback. it is always moving forward. but in spite of it all life is beautiful. in it we experienced love, joy, tears and goodbye... i know what somber thoughts to start the new year... but we need to take the good with the bad for that's reality. no games, no magic, just simply the truth...

christmas and the poor

the rich will think
of handbags and diamonds
the poor will think
more of food, shelter
and hopes

will the sun come out
with its rays tomorrow
or a dreadful cyclone
that wipes the earth
with its gale force wind

you'll be lucky if
you live in a country like mine
who will catch you
as you drop on the ground
who will guide you as you

stand again and try to walk the harsh reality of life...

although to be poor is not only defined in monetary terms. to be poor financially is truly a burden that only us that is touched by it would know first hand. those of us that experienced financially devastating problems will be humbled by it. those of us who rode that path hoped for a way out and there is always that painful path that points towards that direction. taking care of a disabled family member will send you to your knees financially. it is not shameful to be poor, what is shameful is to steal what is not ours and to live off of what we did not earn by our sweat and tears. although you won't fully understand what is really like to be truly poor if you did not experience it or if you weren't in our shoes. i'm glad that we have now a caring pope who cares and loves the poor for he was there in flesh and was exposed to it firsthand before. the time's person of the year, 2013...

God of all...

 

perpetual help... perpetual love... perpetual birthday... the nativity scene at the shrine of the little flower catholic church taken by JC in his cell phone last 12-28-2011... our mother and Jesus, a www image, thank you :)

perpetual always

as the tide of the ocean recedes
and the eclipse of the sun subsides
as the phase of the moon wanes
you'll stay forever for you're eternal

you're as perpetual as the planet turns
and as green as the grass of spring
you're as sweet as the birds of summer's tweet
and as gentle as the movement of the summer breeze

forever as eternity will take
as far as the heaven's lair
or as deep as the ocean's floor
and as far as our faith will go

as the journey of our lives continues
us dodging the devil's clutch
saving us from satan's path
moving us into the divine's heart...

yup, since the very beginning of my life on earth i am surrounded with the divine who... get this, "who always saves me from the devil" :)... Jesus, Mary, our mother of perpetual help, san vicente, san lorenzo, santo tomas, mount carmel, our lady of fatima... so i can never say thank you enough. they see what i can not see, read hearts which i can not do and steer me away from the grips of satan. my life really has been divinely touched like many other christian lives have been, that i concluded a long time ago :) so i always wonder what my old self can do or offer in exchange. that's the next chapter of my life that i plan to create and i can only hope for God's blessings for its fulfillment and its fruition for the framework has already been started. aid a life, be a blessing and a joy to others, that simple. no insults just constructive criticisms that hopefully will make other lives better. so far so good :)



the scent of love, death and birth

we wasted our days
with the horizon beyond
we forgot to live for the present
we wonder why time passed by
so quick as a bullet on a fly

gone, goodbye, sayonara
caught in a whirlpool of hope
false reality as illusions rule
magic, malaise, memories
and more

perfume of love was it?
mesmerizing truly was not
rosaries, bibles, smiles
letters, life, lost loves
it went sour, free at last...

born to save, to love & to make miracles

 

paintings of the nativity and the visit of the three kings inside a london catholic church's wall, painter unknown...

anyone that you know
who is adored a billion times
anyone that you know
who is revered countless of times

the world will stop to work
the planet will begin to shine
the universe will dole out love
and give presents to everyone

all because of one baby born
humbly in a manger one starry night
the king of kings came
bells and whistles none

the prince of peace the lord of all
has set an example for us
birthdays with no much ados
and without any extravagance...

live day by day...

live day by day
rest night by night
capture the sun's rays
in the palm of your hands

only for a number of years
only for a cluster of decades
our life on earth is measured
there is the end that will come next

you thought life runs forever
that is a big error
life is here now
tomorrow it maybe not

young or old are even
life is a great equalizer
for death will touch us all
sooner or later

not death drop by drop
like the petals of a music plant
it is life one by one
now until it's gone...

with that somber thought merry christmas everyone... happy b-day baby Jesus :) your life, your birth and your death are chronicled for us to emulate through out our life time...

there are memories made with music...

 

it is a fool's paradise, sometimes. it makes one teary eyed, die or live just for a moment or for a lifetime. it is a second language, a not so silent expression of the inner spirit. it is sad at night, playful or happy at daylight, fancy free in the evening. music is an art, a tool, or a gift bestowed to composers and to the listening public. it is where sorrows are drowned, yesterdays are forgotten and futures are planned. although it is a fool's paradise half of the times, it is also as serious as a beating heart when it tells the story of human lives, loves and the likes... so my question is what do my parents were thinking then when they named me after music ;? for i could be a rose, a mary, or july ;) ...mary jo, mary rose. yup, the names i like :>

fool's paradise that we make

it could be a dream unreached
a music unwritten
it could be a mountain unclimbed
or works undone

but it could also be hopes
unfathomable
or oceans' floors unswum
a sky so high

unconquered in our lifetime...

new year, new chapter, new dawn, new day

i don't read a book
but i open its pages
glance at the paragraphs
decipher it for once

i can fairly tell
if it's a boom or a bust
no need to waste your time
and your precious eyes

so many books to
run down your hands
so many silk pages
to play with your palms

books come alive with the pulse
with the warmth of a beating heart
coming to haunt you more
until you can't put it down

no need to read more books
for our lives are enough
its passing days and seconds
are fine leaves that need tuning up...

new year is an alibi to be a better person for our own selves and for human kind in general. but just as promises are meant to be broken and dreams are skeletal framework of the mind, without reality and without its fruition, it would belong to fiction or an illusion or write ups that are just made to earn a buck. new years are also points in time to examine ourselves. am i a better christian, a better human being, a better this and that? for me God knows i always try. sometimes i'm a failure, sometimes i'm a winner, sometimes i'm in between. but i try not to regress to a lesser version. i always strive to climb the ladder and be very careful not to fall down to status quo. we're suppose to grow up at the sun's rays and play with the wind to reach our full potential. enough said, let's start doing things for real for words are empty if not followed up by deeds...all of us knew this...

this almost past year is a step up. even though you're old you learn something new everyday. i learned to let go of grudges, of disappointments. i think about the pluses this year gave me. i thank God for the life that i have. it was not handed to me on a silver platter for i earned it and worked hard for it. yes there are downfalls but it certainly had its high points. thanks to google for making it possible to unleash my inner self and have a space here to record my thoughts. i google, i gmail and i am a blogger. i'm not on twitter, i don't have to for i tweet a lot here anyway. i don't do face book for my face can't qualify to be in a book page. with that merry christmas everyone, to the few who knows this spot. plus have a wonderful and a blessed new year :) let's not forget the reason for christmas and it is Jesus. He is love, He is forgiveness, He is the gift that is constantly giving. He makes miracles happen into our lives. i believe for i am a recipient. i believe for i am living it...

the divine presence

the colors of christmas...

it is not only ruby red like poinsettias
or green like sycamore trees' leaves
in front of our house

it is a kaleidoscope like a rainbow
making you smile through and through
leaving your heart aglow

ah Christmas, you make us forget
about hate, criticisms
regrets and lost loves

as Jesus brings hope, love
forgiveness, understanding
and the likes

to all of us who have faith
to all of us who believes
to all of us catholics & christians

in this world...

amen to that...i love Christmas. its spirit makes our world rejoice. it brings happiness, laughter and joy making us forget for a moment the hardship of life. what more could we ask for. it is a season like no other. can we just let the christmas spirit move into our daily lives...(^&*)... thanks mr. hayes for your lovely art :)... the divine should top everything for without the divine there is no life, there is no love, there is no you, there is no us...

it's all in the windmills of our minds...

why did summer go so quickly..."was it something that you said?"...one of the best written song that i've ever heard. wonderful song, beautiful voice, plus a pretty face. what more can one ask in life. except that on important trying times words unsaid leave more to be desired unless it is to reveal a hidden truth that the divine wants you to have and be privy of. then by all means let it all out...(^&*)... we are measured by the words we say. we open ourselves with what comes out in our mouths...



music is one fabric of our life. well, to those that are touched by it and i am. my name is music, my name is an opera. so there you go...i try to contribute to music in little ways that i can, privately of course. thanks pilita for your piece. i can't help but be entranced...

thanks mother of perpetual help and Jesus :)

 

 

 

Matthew 7:7-12...“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened"... it may not be the answer that we want but remember that God gives us the best solution to our problems. all we need to do is to have faith and to believe in Him... in baclaran last april, 2012. time moves fast...

                                         

for all the good things that He already had given me i can only sing my sincere thanks :)

one nice music that i love to hear over and over again is romance of the north sea. a french relaxing music in piano. anything by the sea, the beach, the sand and the ocean waves. i think all we need is the beach to survive dirty minded people. at the beach you get a fresh perspective on life. you get new beginnings like new dawns, new mornings, new moments and new hope...

all saints day's thoughts...

when all is said and done
when dawn had passed and gone
when flowers had wilted
and river banks had dried
such is life it came and it died

never to return or to say hello again
once it said goodbye once it bid adieu
only the memories are left
kept in the minds of love ones in grief
whose someday's turn will tick

as the cycle repeats itself
like a wheel that now will rest
never to turn on again
for it reached its time limit
no more circle in the wind

no more dancing in the air
no more laughter that we hear
no more smiles, no more tears
no more heavy burdens to carry
no more struggles no more sighs

for now comes forever silence
eternal life is reached
sad in a way but such is life
it comes and goes
when it's time to depart...

we remember the love ones that we lost. we remember the lives that we miss...

somewhere in time

 

 

 

everyone born will have a destiny

every tea cup poured will have to be devoured

every life that blossoms someday will be lost

creating memories in a stock pile of rooms

that will be forgotten as days move on

as time travels it leaves a lot buried

in the sea of sorts

when new generations will

take over

the cycle of life

repeats itself

once more.

  

"I'VE LEARNED"...written by Andy Rooney, a man who had the gift of saying so much with so few words...

I've learned.... That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person. I've learned.... That when you're in love, it shows. I've learned.... That just one person saying to me, 'You've made my day!' makes my day. I've learned.... That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world. I've learned.... That being kind is more important than being right. I've learned.... That you should never say no to a gift from a child. I've learned.... That I can always pray for someone when I don't have the strength to help him in some other way. I've learned.... That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with. I've learned.... That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand. I've learned.... That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult. I've learned.... That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes. I've learned.... That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for. I've learned.... That money doesn't buy class. I've learned.... That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular. I've learned.... That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved. I've learned.... That to ignore the facts does not change the facts. I've learned.... That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you. I've learned.... That love, not time, heals all wounds. I've learned.... That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am. I've learned.... That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile. I've learned.... That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them. I've learned.... That life is tough, but I'm tougher. I've learned.... That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss. I've learned.... That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere. I've learned.... That I wish I could have told my Mom that I love her one more time before she passed away. I've learned.... That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them. I've learned.... That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks. I've learned.... That when your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life. I've learned.... That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it. I've learned.... That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.

in the ripples of the wind...

hidden is the sunshine that crossed our path
lost are the waves trapped in our minds
left are the ocean's pulse that splashed and dance
who could have thought that beauty is so bizarre

the ripples of the wind pushed the sand from its banks
it washed away the seashells, the corals and the clams
it changed the cascading waves never to hold back
swirling, slapping at the beach with soothing sounds

like music of nature unfurling in our ears
washing our tired hands, bathing our feet
cleansing our weary spirits ready for a change
a fresh magic outlook of life is now in our midst...

art is from the www, thanks to you whose hands have created such fantastic image :) awesome!

somewhere in time...

the rolling waves never left a trace
the sand dunes are gone
the crabs are battered and tossed around
when will the hurricane stops

somewhere in time where calmer seas exist
peace is the norm as tranquility reign with ease
the sand paper trail left the wind paralyzed
now you can walk leaving your footprints behind

without the wind as your guide
without the breeze at your side
without the flying eagles up above
as you struggle to find meaning in life

the sun is so faraway, the moon makes a play
with borrowed light like life it beams
everything will have to end, everyone will say farewell
in just a matter of time when the end will begin

in the meantime pluck up your guitar
jazzed up your sax, slice up your violin
roll your drums out loud
for before we knew it, the sun is gone

never to return again, never a ray of light
never to heat up our land
now all we have left
are cold days and dark nights...

divine birth...

simple way, little breeze, the night was still
in a humble manger's cradle lay a little king
not made of golden carriage nor sparkling gems
the Lord of all came content to begin His reign
to free us all from sin, to lead us all to heaven
if we believe... joy will be here...

we say our prayer and thanksgiving to the most high. we celebrate His birth. and we move on with our daily lives with Him by our side. with Jesus the path is always right :)

in the windmills of our minds...

like a circle in a spiral
like the wind it leaves behind
like the thoughts that are dancing
they're just the windmills in our minds...

sunny dandelions

 

sunny and bright
it starts like that
yellow sun like
it brings smiles

but later in days
the blooms turned grey
when the wind came
its petals were blown away

and scattered them into oblivion
as the rain pours
away into the valleys
where it was born

life full circle
it came to a close
life as we knew it
will now permanently

snooze...

my dandelions pic one sunny springtime and top image is from the www, thanks for sharing your art... when JC was six he used to give me dandelion flowers freshly picked from the ground during spring because they are the first flowers to bloom in spring here. running towards me he'll say "mommy flowers for you" how sweet... little boys and muses love yellows i guess. not my favorite color but coming from my son then i'll take it :> you can't be choosy, just give thanks for the thought :) living things like flowers will fade away but the memories will always linger...

hidden sunshine...

it is the longest summer
fields full with rain drops
it is the busiest summer
streets littered with dust

time never waited
it tinkered and tiptoed
slowly at our sight, gone
we can never catch up

only the clouds are left
hanging at the sky
in any given moment
they will cry

wet are the dry lands
bathed in blue water
frogs from tadpoles
the little prince comes

prince george of cambridge
was born but before that
a nurse in the hospital died
as the hidden sunshine
edges its way out, at last...

above art is by hilton of the UK. behind those dark clouds is the shining sun. endings pave the way to new beginnings, renaissances, new paths, new days and a new life. so we need to embrace change, it's like moving on, forward. always, in every dark clouds, lies a hidden sunshine :)

the best part of christian living is that you can always count on God to protect you against the devil. He always provide and always be there for you. He never fails and that is proven countless of times, in my life at least. when all is said and done all we have is God keeping us safe if we keep the faith. He is our hidden sunshine if we believe and trust in Him. that's all it takes to ride out the rough waves that come into our lives. even in religious persecutions, in erroneous judgement or in adversities, we can always be a winner at the end. life is timed, short and brief. we want to decorate it with happiness, sunshine, pretty flowers and smiles. God is our hidden sunshine, true...

Matthew, Chapter 7: Judging Others. “Stop judging, that you may not be judged. For as you judge, so will you be judged, and the measure with which you measure others will be measured out to you. Why do you notice the splinter in your brother’s eye, but do not perceive the wooden beam in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me remove that splinter from your eye,’ while the wooden beam is in your eye? You hypocrite, remove the wooden beam from your eye first; then you will see clearly to remove the splinter from your brother’s eye." ...again, how true...

and what a nice article. sometimes you read one that really makes sense... and president obama will be visit the philippines in october... i remember when president clinton visited in 1994. that is the time when my brod had gotten his tourist visa to come here in the U.S. and lo and behold until now because he is busy in his business he has not had the chance to see the only super power country in the entire whole world. people who can not get a US visa are dying to come here and here's my brod with an approved visa he does not even have the time to leave his business, sad...but that's life. those who do not have it wants it and those that have it, may not really want it...

akala...

akala nila ikaw ay isang paro-parong
mataas ang lipad pero ang tutuo
ay isa kang lihim na ahas

akala nila ay wagas kang magmahal
pero ang tutuo ay ang dami mong
kulasisi na nakatago sa sambayanan

akala nila ay hindi ka magnanakaw
pero pork barrel full ka pala
at dinamin alam

kailan kaya mayroong taong
matuwid walang bahid ang budhi
at hindi makasalanan?

since the very beginning of time, humans are already sinners, little white lies, or big time cheaters. sad to say we all belong to any of these two categories, me included ;) some do not admit it because some are liars. some repent and make changes in their lives while others are imprisoned to their sins and they do not have any way out or they are just too weak to stand up and pick up the pieces and walk the right path. Jesus is our saviour from these sins. let's carry our own cross, that way we can share with the burden that Jesus carried on His way to calvary in saving us... now that really makes sense...

saint peter, the first pope

as persecution still exists nowadays on how we practice our religion by others...the greatest proof of our love for Jesus is by dying for our savior as saint peter did many, many years ago. i am not really surprise that others judge you on how you live your life and on how you practice your faith and religion. it shows that common decency is fast eroding in our society. you could not even let others be on how they show their love for God. how much more tolerable are we in other aspects of living.

per saint peter's request, they crucified him heads down for he said that he is not worthy to be crucified like Jesus was. giving one's life is the ultimate sacrifice for our religious beliefs. we are all born to live and to die sooner or later, someday, somewhere, somehow. some put meaning into their lives, in great or small ways. others waste their lives like there is no tomorrow. and only God holds that tomorrow before it is given to us.

saint peter basilica in rome or aka the vatican where popes officiate masses was built in honor of saint peter. that was the place where he was hanged inverted heads down a long time ago according to christian history, similar to calvary or golgotha for Jesus. i've seen amazing documentaries about the secrets that were kept under that church. it is beautiful where caves are and precious religious relics or artifacts plus gifts from royalties and heads of states for inaugurated popes then are stored besides where past popes were buried as well and of course the final resting place of saint peter himself. first on my list to visit in the future :) even though much of that underground place, it is not for public view...(^&*)... thinking about it gives me goosebumps, not for the bad but in admiration...

true to life

the golden grains of harvest
the water buffalo's ride
the rooster's call at dawn
waking you up at night

the nipa hut is blooming
with chatter and surprise
down the green tall acacia tree
with its shadows of delight

bananas in the back canopy
wait until you see it ripe
the monkeys like them most
in tinge yellow sweet and smiles

the pot is boiling under fire
menu's of pure and perfect light
the palates will be happy
stomachs full will grind

nature when it's captured
the birds will chirp all high
the crickets will buzz afar
as humans mingle, contemplate and laugh

life is depicted as true
straight forwardly drawn
no winding roads, no hidden goals
no guessing game for you...

thanks to the late amorsolo, life depicted at one of its best. we marvel on the talent of artists who could paint an image very close to its original form. that is who fernando amorsolo was. a gifted and a blessed individual who can perform such kind of a feat not only capturing beautiful nature around us but portraits of human beings as well and he did it with great pizazz. lots are called but few can deliver. lots have other ways to express themselves in art but nothing tops those that can reproduce reality to its nearest form. kudos, though sadly amorsolo is gone like most humans before him did. like every living creature when the time comes. not a waste of talent but talent realized to its fullest potential. again few can deliver in deed as most can only try...

the ebb tides & dawns of life

 

the break of dawn is upon us, wake up!

the sun is rising finally the warmth has come

let's ride the boat of life where ever it may take us

the east, the west, up north, down south

fire up that engine, roll up the mast, hurry!

our hope is that it will be a blast

 

our wind swept face hides the salt water tears

happiness is what we seek and what we wish

all of us in search of paradise, the Eden in our minds

only to find out by most that it is a fly that we can't catch

it was gone when we raise our hands

it had left, vanished from our eyes

 

let's hope for a new tomorrow with no dark clouds above

it should be easy when we put our faith in God

the road will have no patchworks nor potholes

the ocean won't be angry and tumultuous

the sea will be peaceful and calm

happiness and joy at last...

 

 above art is by the great amorsolo. 2 images, almost similar :)

 

when you run to catch a fly
you will certainly lose
their wings are clocks' hands
winning all the time

the flowing water is back to sea
the beach is getting bald
the corals are showing
with their spikes, alas

the rain had subsided
i smell the faint sweet grass
a new beginning comes
the sun's rays are out at last

after the clouds had cried
a new sky on the horizon breaks
there's that colorful rainbow
a new day had just opened up for you...

image is patar beach in bolinao, pangasinan...

special children, special people...

there are still kind hearted people around as shown by their acts... strangers who understand... others judge you and think that you did something wrong that caused this unfortunate incident to happen to your family but it is very far from that. i am a nurse, i never took any medications, i never did any untoward things to jeopardize michael's health. still he was born autistic, non verbal and with seizures. we do not know why things happen, we can only hope for God's grace to see us through. kind words and kind gestures from strangers meant so much. no one will ever know the pain and the suffering that we families with special children endure and go through each day. no one can tell how we wake up each day praying that our children with seizures are safe after each episodes. no one will ever know the tragedy that our family have to live through each passing day. no one will ever know except those who are in our shoes. those who are on the same predicament as we are in. but what adds to the pain is when people blame you and put your family down with unkind words that you could hear. the condemning words from unkind people that you personally knew. it adds to the hurt that we are already feeling. but again we are only humans not the divine. we become insensitive to the feelings of others. so that explains that. and i may also turn the table to say that it takes a special person to see beyond, to walk that extra mile to understand us. these are the holy people touched by God. instead of condemnation and disgust they offer their love and understanding for us. we can't thank them enough. it is the same thing with those people who persecutes you on how you practice your religion. they are uncaring, insensitive and unloving but we understand. we will pray for the day that they will be counted as Godly human beings if not soon, in the future. it is not too late to practice charity, to show love and care to special kids and their families. it is not too late for we are still alive to pause, to dig deeper into our innermost souls for that compassion that is hard to come by nowadays. let's hope that it will happen and that it is not too late, yet. change of attitude is after all can be done by us. change of how we perceive others in the practice of their faith. acceptance without condemnation, live and let live, do unto others what you would want others do unto you. bring sunshine to others, bring hope to the hopeless. encourage and bring cheers to others who carry their cross... it will certainly lighten up our load...(^&*)...

crosses come to test our faith in God. Jesus accepted His Father's calling. we are called in some form of sacrifices in our lives. some carry them well. others are overwhelmed. while others try to get the best out from what they've been given. i am one of these people. i try to carry the share of the cross of Jesus the best way that i can. on my way i met different kinds of people. on my way i've seen the worst and the best in people. over all i put it all to God to take care of them, both the bad and the good, the devils and the angels. for if we respond devil for devil we are doomed. if we give kindness to the heartless it will save us from hell. our world would be a better place for we then had created are own paradise on earth... in spite of everything that life has to offer. life is but once and short at that. it would be wiser to fill it with joy and laughter... we can try, i do for sure...

perpetual help, always...

 

"ask and you shall receive, seek and you shall find, knock and the door will be opened" inspiring when hope is at a bind. thanks our holy mother :) years and years ago after your image that was cut off from a calendar was put on a wall where i slept in our old sawali house in the province, i had never forgotten whom to ask, where to seek and where to knock. people mocked you and persecute you for your religion but they will never know first hand how your life was transformed because of your belief and faith in God. it worked, and it will always work perpetually, thus the name...(^&*)... i took this mother of perpetual help image at our parish church, our lady of Fatima :) when hope is failing and during trying times, humans are reminded of the presence of the all too powerful to bail us out in our predicament. it worked for me then and now so i am sure that it will also work to those who ask, seek and knock...

and speaking of colors...yellow, the color of the sun, our holy mother's picture frame here :) plus the color of gold and also the color of ribbons to tie in your old oak tree if you're hoping a love one to come back to you if they still love you :) dress in yellow? i've never done that for years and years now for it is not my color ;) yellow dress, no... yellow flower, yes :>

music may or may not define us. each of us in each generations that we live we pick up these wonderfully crafted musical compositions at that given moment of that time frame when we lived. easy listening, or just plain nothing sound syllables or noise making notes. i think our preferences of melodies we also take them as we grow old. music is important but it is just one of the many so called decorations of life that enhances the way we live, nothing more nothing less. but it would be better if your mate and you have the same taste in music for it will bring a much more harmonious relationship between the two of you :) the young swoon by their choices of music. the old probably just let it go for they've heard it all before. and the in betweens maybe will take a little pause to hear the melodies but will go on throdding with their lives... and me? i've heard enough but still i want to hear some nice music pieces every now and then. the sounds of nature is much more music to my ears. the sound of the hawaiian forest, the sound of the gently rolling waves of the beach. these are the true music that i would really want to hear over and over again. but again who cares ;)

politics makes you gray. president obama is not immune. it is a very stressful job. our president belongs to my generation :) wow, when will my gray hair will come too? at the moment they are far in between. maybe i am just lucky because michael has some gray hair popping out now. so coloring my hair will be postponed for awhile, this if i decide to go that route, who knows...(^&*)... only the future will tell... yes, young as you may today, you will be in the shoes of the old as the years roll by, as the ebbs of tides come and go... but since you're not there yet, enjoy the view, be nice to the old for you will be them in just a matter of time... wisely said? no, it is just the reality of our short life span on earth... for how we treat our elders speaks volume on who we are as a person...

the rose, the flower of the virgin mary...

 

 the flower of the virgin mary is the rose...for the feast of the assumption of the virgin mary every august 15th, here are pink roses from my garden one fine summer... art is by rubens, circa 1626, beautiful...

 

Dream...more than others think is practical!
Expect...more than others think is possible!
Care... more than others think is wise!...

"To be kind is more important than to be right ...Many times what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens." ...both quotes are by anonymous...

 

 not so strange after all... strange things happen in life but we know where we're going. back to where we came from, to dust that is flying, that's the physical but our spirits won't linger. it goes up and above in the skies with our Father in heaven. some may think that we are sinners. unlike the virgin mary who is pure and without blemish and clean, all of us at some point had fallen. life is so strange a mystery a few may say. that's not true for life is already defined, debugged and solved like a puzzle, and that is life equals death at the end... the holy virgin mary lived and like all of those who lived before us, all died, as we will all die someday... sad if you think about it. so the more to cherish, the more to enjoy life as it is in any state, sad or happy...and the more not to take life for granted...

humans please their God in unimaginable ways since the very beginning of time, sacrificing lives to their perceived deities. modern homo sapiens search for the best of things to commemorate their love and adoration to God even carving God's image made from body parts of animals that God has created Himself  to give Him the best. such actions are again condemned by others as same others persecute their co-humans on how they show or practice their faith or religion just to earn a buck. i know to each is her or his own. some people think beyond what other's can't. we are all sinners. we stumble but we learn how to get up and ask forgiveness. because you know why we fall from God's grace? we are just humans not a God who in infallible, omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient. we are not God who is everything or all in one. so there you go. we criticize, we judge others, we think lowly of them...some of us but  not all of us. i think we need to pause and start to think of our own lives as a start because how we may perceive ourselves is the opposite on how others may perceive us which is sad to say is typical nowadays. we think highly of ourselves but others do not put us in that pedestal of golden laurels which we wrongly imagine ourselves to be. although we can't control others, we can control ourselves. so as long as in our own perception, God knows that we are good then i think we are good to go, safe and in the right track for other's really do not know us for sure. they have misconceptions of who we are, but that's how life goes sometimes...

and why do we love Jesus, His mother and His company?

we won't be able to see the light of day, the miracles of life
we won't be able to think, to be passionate of what everyone of us does
we won't be able to see other worlds, other cultures, other lands
we won't be able to sing, to live, to write poems, to love
and to have our loving relatives and family around us

we are able to smile because of Him
we are able to live in the country of our dreams
we are able to breath fresh air, enjoy the view
walk by the beach, be dazzled by the mountains and the trees
but most of all we can be whatever we want
if only we believe in the power of God...

for everything is possible with Him. every dreams will come to reality if we put our faith in Him and i don't have to look further for my life is a testament to that belief. i am living the life that i've imagined. it is not all a bed of roses all the time. it has its ups and downs but at the end of the day i always come to the conclusion that i have it good, i am blessed, i am very lucky. all the stars lined up for me when i needed them most. yes, i feel guilty at times but given the chance i will make other lives like mine... now at this moment, not a lot that i'd helped in my book but it is my goal to change that into more, only it takes a little longer. in the meantime my profession of helping people will suffice for now, my job is a dedication to humanity, that i'm very proud of. thanks to God and my benefactor :) i know when we're young and inexperienced with life, we do stupid things but not to worry for as we grow older wisdom will come in handy. we become less critical of others, we learn to accept things that we can not change. we are more in tune to the world by then... same as fruits when they mature they are sweeter to eat and more tastier to our very discriminating palates...(^&*)...

passion for plants, ferns and flowers

 

 

 

 

and my garden blooms...

greens for jades
pinks and purples for fades
yellows for the present
what will be next...

the colorful natural lovely paints of a garden, mine...pink will be next and that's it :)...i know nobody cares but this is my on line blog and i do care, that's all that matters... (^&*)... for really now, nobody cares anymore, right? wrong. some people care for their passion even no one does and the challenge is to keep that passion burning, either passion for cars, like jay leno :) i'd like to have that beast replica mini presidential car that our president gave him... or passion for writing, hmn, writing bungled so called poems like i have here ;0... and maybe passion for the beach, music, the arts. yes! we are just mere look out geeks for the passions of others. but that's how we learn to know about other humans, their world where we could pick up some inspirations and use it for our very own advantage, sad in a way... we do not have uniqueness or our own identity for we are copy cats? but if we can do it better for humanity's sake, why not? and my ultimate passion is not being realized, yet... and that is to aid a life, more life so to speak... maybe until then i should keep quiet... so the journey moves on... every waking hours we are consumed of things to do and things to come... things to leave behind and things that go with our travels in life... each life's experiences we learn, each times of the past speaks of how we should move on... the world is a carnival full of players. there are clowns, but there are those that are true to their lives... there are sweet people, there are those that are rough...and there are those that are sent by God to give light into our path :)

our holy mother in different takes of art...

 

 

 

in my childhood lots of years ago in the past i remember that at the sawali wall of our old house in the province was the image of our mother of perpetual help. since then lots of help came into our doorsteps and family through her intercessions from our holy Father in heaven. you just have to ask, pray and believe for anything is possible with God...and He always provide... i know i scare people of my faith but definitely it is not weird to love your God and your saviour. it should be in the top most of our list of to do in life...

God had spoken...

you wonder why the day will come after dark with the sun in tow
you wonder why there is a moon and the stars when the sun will bid adieu
you wonder why there are birds and mountains in browns or coated with greens
you wonder why there are steps to take in the ladder of our timed life on earth

you wonder what other people thinks behind those closed curtains
you wonder how their minds work in every puzzle created
for certain God knows all of these even our deepest secrets
sinners or saints, devils or angels no one can hide in God's gaze...

neither You nor I can resurrect the dead for only God can... only God can cast judgement to all of us humans for He created us... "let him be who without sin, cast the first stone" Jesus said once upon a time... if you think lowly of others, think and pause again for those whom you might have taken as the scraps of the earth are sent by Him from up above for reasons beyond your human comprehension to understand. you'll never know the reason of their presence, treat them well and have respect. for anything that comes from our mouth is who we are, anything that we judge others with will be used to judge us... as the pen is a mighty tool of benevolence but equally as well the pen is the cause of humans' downfall...

i closed the book...

i closed the book that i was reading before
the pages were torn and the story
just do not interest me anymore
i reached a rope and fastened it around
so that the book would never be
opened up by anyone

same as in life when tears are rolling down
i wipe the sadness that
is keeping in my mind
it isn't worth the time of counting cuts
for it will bleed more and more
and the blood will all be gone

i closed the door that the charmer
was standing once
not to be opened again for
the tricks are no more fun
i said goodbye, good riddance
please be gone
for no more laughter here
when you're around

with its passing days of our lives
we want a more productive days for once
where you're not being used
taken advantage of and abused
and no religious persecution
that's doled out into your nose...

a different kind of pope :)

if you once lived to be poor and deprived the experience can't never ever escape from you again. it will be ingrained in the fabric of your existence. this pope carries his own bag, live in a guest house instead of the luxurious papal apartment and also said, "who am i to judge a gay person?"...

i love this pope. he knew how to be humble in spite of his power. speaking of those that are of the divine, sister elisa is one special nun that comes into my mind, unforgettable. she gave me a blue rosary just like this one when she learned that i am U.S. bound to work then. i was an OR nurse in the philippines and she ran the OR department :) yup, some people are scared of religious people and have aversion for holy relics. maybe for one they are the agents of satan ;? they probably thought that people who tries to be living the ways of God and His teachings are phony in their faith. that is an aversion and a deal breaker to me, a personality revelation. for if a person pukes in front of a church and does not even have respect for God, His house and His religious symbols then it is a good chance that he or she won't have respect for you either, just saying. so better stay away from these weird people. i will from now on...(^&*)... the music is different, the beliefs are different...

rare moments...

 

when you wake up everyday
you hope for a better day
when you open your door
you hope for sunshine to pour

people we meet in every way
people we deal with in deed
some will make us smile
others will make us pout and cry

to those that made our world
a little lighter and a little brighter
to those that made our load
not a challenge to behold

thank you for you are all God sent
you knocked our door with musical bells
that made us feel like singing in the rain
dancing in the light of hopes and prayer

you made our lives sparkle
you made it flow with ease
you made our lives dance
you made us cheer with delight...

as the years roll, you take stock of the past which connects you to the future. your life has joy because of special decisions that others took. it translated to a miracle, a rare moment that brought change into your life's path then and forever. now your life meant more because of the generosity of others. it so happened that you were in the right place at the right time when grace came pouring down from heaven. you are very, very lucky. you could not ask for more except that you are still finding your way to be a joy to others as well and the key is still out there. can you find it? that is another chapter in the story of your life which coincidentally your name, its italian meaning is happy. will you be a happiness to others? and at this point the road is rough and the terrain is filled with pot holes and dirt. yup that sums it up. it is hard to dole out happiness when your arms are joggling so many things. i wish that my life on earth is also a source of joy to others for Lord knows i benefited a lot already out of the kind hearts of people i've met. yes, i am very lucky. what consumes me now is to find ways to give back to others what was given to me then and that is joy :) till then the music may never play again while the search on how to create joy for others is in progress. you have joy to give because you received it. you have joy to share because God sent it to you and for others. and the sadness here is you have the means set up already but the way and the time to fulfill it is just not around the corner, yet... maybe God is listening er reading this :) all i need is grace from Him to have this fulfilled for it is really and truly my ultimate dream and happiness :>

how to end a blog or an on line account of a life. your life is still on going so it is something that is not an easy thing to do. you may want to put a period now but there is still tomorrow waiting and that tomorrow when you get there changes your mind. you may want to close the door now but as the sun rises tomorrow it is another day, another chance to blog away your thoughts and desires. yup, it is a frustration but at the end you are thankful that there is a means to record your takes on life in general and now you have a voice that you can call your own and that it will end when the proper time comes...

 

all of us grows a little older every day. the sad part is not everyone could grow older forever. some humans use drugs like crystal meth, cocaine, marijuana, heroin and etc. to fast forward their lives on earth in exchange for a little temporary high. others live a wiser existence with hopes of a more fruitful and longer life. when we look at ourselves in that mirror everyday, it gives us the answer on who we are. mirrors are silent communicators. if you see others instead of yourself, maybe you are on to something bigger than yourself... i know, blogging rest or sunset can wait ;> but not putting a little sunshine or light inside a dark, gloomy tunnel...(^&*)... in reality though we do not need mirrors to see us for deep down in our own consciences we already know ourselves...

"We must begin to see closure as a new beginning not as an end. As one door, window, chapter, relationship or a blog? closes, God always has something in place of it that will be even greater." quoted by C.P...



this is fairbanks, alaska? anchorage, alaska was the first U.S. territory i landed en route to the mainland USA, that was in october years and years ago. the northwest flight was rescheduled the next day because of maintenance issues. and i remember a beetle VW in my benefactor's home, an old blue chrysler that looked like those vintage cars that they drive on the woodward dream cruise here every august where american car geeks parade their classic car collections, that is fun :) but there is also a mercedes, brown, our senorita's car. i did not even imagine myself riding in a mercedes but i did, a limo and a green chedeng car owned by my brod for his business. i did not like it for it is too expensive to gas them up. free driver for us but not free gas, laughs. it just makes me think why people drives expensive cars with no legitimate excuse than to show off their wealth. i am excusing my brother because it is connected to his business but me when i will be in pinas i will probably buy an impala by GM, or camry by toyota. simple, middle class wheels, for i am not rich :) i know their excuse is because they can afford it ;) but all around you is poverty, er most of your countrymen are poor who don't even eat 3 meals a day so don't you feel guilty a bit at least ;) true it is not your fault to be rich, but you are given wealth and privilege so why not spread around some love and compassion to the poor by driving in decent cars and spend the rest to feed, dress, send poor kids to college? well, just thoughts dancing around in my head when i see expensive cars being driven in manila... it is night and day when you compare traffic, there and here. here it almost never exists except in populated cities. here plenty of traffic lights, there it is only one or two. there, you can bribe a police officer, here never, even if you are the governor, a senator or the president. i know it is not fair to compare but really what a difference. here we live simply around trees with birds chirping most of the time. i can garden in a small space. i can live privately minding my own business. in pinas it is hard to do that because you have relatives who are extensions of your life. i am no way complaining but there are pros and cons :) ...yup, to blog or not to blog, where will the dice stops ...(^&*)...

jade and some garden plants

 

 

when cats start showing up at your doorsteps their color do not matter. brown long haired h. saya in 2008, then jade recently. this green eyed black short haired cat came to us this year. you just have to take action and help these abandoned, homeless felines. i am not fond of the black color because it's been associated with negative connotations, like black sheep of the family, mourning and etc. but in japan black is a lucky color, a charm, so we'll take that meaning :) there are lots of abandoned, homeless cats esp. in the philippines but the weather with winter here, the survival of these street animals is a lot more challenging i think than in manila where a nice, breezy tropical weather exists, so they needed all the help and the compassion that they could get. no complaints here. pets come knocking at our door instead of us buying them. they have chosen us and they're free plus they give us warm, true and unconditional love :>

the sadness of being unloved...

left and abandoned
thrown in the streets
never to be seen again
by people who loved
them first

but how can we know
they can not tell their stories
they can not speak
they are helpless
life untraced

so many sadness
so many tears
hungry stomachs
meows of despair
and of endless pains

so many houses
so many dwellings
they've reached
here in our house
food and love is a gift

when God gave you kittens
dirty, with mangled skins
it is the time to reach out
give your helping hands
and keep them sheen...

for they are sent by God as a gift... ("_")...like sad and melancholic songs, someday they will turn your life into joy and cheers :) hopefully, but no, it is for sure ;)

endings and start-ups

when you're young
the stars twinkle like a clown
when you're old and lame
the song has lost its flair

you cannot hear
you cannot see
you cannot smell
the breezes of the sea

when you're wrinkled
when you're stooped
you can't enjoy the view
of the ocean near you

you can't tell the colors
of that passing rainbow
you can't smell the scent
of the flowers near the bayou

time, old age is not a kick
it's not a cake that you can eat
for it has lost its taste
when your taste buds are dead

as there is dawn
there is the night
as there are newborns
there are lolas and lolos

as the curtain opens in a play
the actors begin to imitate you and me
but as we approach the end
the curtain falls, the end will rule the day

endings, beginnings, life, death
it's a cycle we can't dodge or forget
for it will get us as the time ticks
as the sun sets, as the moon wanes...

sad isn't it :?...

the iconic kiss that marked the end of WW2

 

the iconic kiss at time's square new york and a copy of it forever memorialized in san diego california, the base of 1/3rd of america's military force. taken at the end of world war 2, sailors were coming home and in jubilation they just kiss whoever they could hold onto in the streets ;0... you would think that this pair were sweethearts but no. i just watched it today in the history channel that these 2 do not even know each other personally. there was a campaign to find who they were. after 30 years one woman came out and claimed that she was the nurse in this pic. but lab analysis proved that it is not true. then another one claimed that she was the one and the lab analysis proved her right. so the search went on to find the sailor. one man claimed that he was the one but another one sued and the lab analysis showed that the second one who sued was the real one and his wife was even caught in this pic, laughs. oh well.

the long and winding road of life...

when did it begun
and when will it end
our spiritual journey
of mostly the unknown
the untapped, destiny of where

as the buzz of the bees will tell
in the passing of the wind
often misheard and ignored
life as we all know
is a mystery to behold

what is real is the sun
it will shine and then it sits
only to come back again
as the time unwinds
as the clock moves its hands

while we close our eyes
as the moon and the stars
will go farther and
farther from our grasp
only to hide in the darkest abyss of time

when the days and the years
will eventually move and roll
once they're here soon they'll depart
never to come back again into our lives
even if you beg for only one more chance

like experiences
and the people that we've met
all will turn into memories
that are hard
or easy to forget...

my roses... from red then they turn into pink. beaten by the rain lately but still they look pretty. roses are the flowers of the blessed virgin mary... and i'd like to own a house like the one "from up on poppy hill" an animated gorgeous japanese movie. the almost perfect site because i think it is up on a hill and quite a distance to the beach. i don't want just a view of the ocean. i want the beach and the ocean just a few steps from my house. yup i can dream. sometimes dreams will come true, it happened to me already :) one more time won't hurt, really...(^&*)...