A Home That Waits For Your Return

I stand on a cliff,

Holding the remains of broken hour glass.

The waves coming from afar,

Crush on the edge.

It's screaming 

The names of the world

Lost in time.

The ocean may wash everything away

Still, it returns

All that was taken away

From our motherland.

I raise my hands

Toward the infinite heaven.

I sing a song

As the wind blows

To take the sands 

Away from my palm.

I pray for the wind

To send it to you.

When it blows from the north,

Though from another direction,

It returns again.

Like the land 

That awaits for her lover, the sea,

These hands reach out

To the unseen thread

That binds our soul.

Even the river that has dried out

Comes back again

As rain from the sky.

And even flowers

Bloom in the night;

Waiting for a passer-by.

Even the forest holds on

To the fleeting image of a loved one.

So, my dearest,

Like the wind,

Return to the place

Where longing seems no end.

Cross the vast, blue ocean

And set-off on a voyage

Against the tide.

I keep singing,

Wishing that when my song ends,

You'll come back to me

For you are my home

As I am to you...

Poetry ~ Window To My Soul ~ The Way I See Humanity

"One thing that gave me this lasting impression ( in a sad way) was when I saw a group of young girls…they were busy applying make up. At first I thought they were just sitting there but I was shocked when a car stopped in front of them, and they came rushing toward it. Then, a middle-aged man took a younger girl, I think she’s 14. I was young and foolish so I didn't know what was happening. I asked my cousin and my brother what those girls were up to but they just gripped both my hands...It was later that day when I was told that those girls were...prostitutes… and that’s how I came up with this poem"

"Moonlight Flowers"

The sun sets in the south,
dusk to midnight, smokes float in the air,
The scent of money in the sky,
Moves the flowers in the garden of the night.
Come, butterflies, come…
Come taste the sweet nectar

Of the gentle flowers of the night.
Flowers of nameless existence…
Ah, look, there are those that are not yet
              in full bloom,
But butterflies…they feed their nectar,
Moan in the unexplained pleasure…
They drink in the sea of ecstasy.

Oh, flowers of the night,
Go, bloom under the moonlight…
Buds of ruined innocence,
All for the taste of painful pleasure…
All for the sake of filthy rectangular confetti
That can fertilize the soil where they bloom
     And live like a withered roses left in a silent grave.
After the pleasure, the butterflies fly away
While flowers gather the filthy treasure.

Their soft, fragile petals are all stained
With the stars’ tears of blood.
Not even the rain can wash the sin away…
Not even the falling stars can grant their wish.
Beauty, colors, innocence,money, luxurious pleasure,
Though these flowers smile, 

who knows what their tears mean?
Will that be pain? Sweet sensation? Joy? Emptiness? Regret?

In the garden under the moonlight,
There are flowers blooming in the night.
Butterflies come! Bring the scent of money here!
Come embrace these beautiful flowers,
Love the pleasure but not the heart,
Their moans are the butterflies’ sensation,
But how about tears?
Butterflies, don’t come caressing the flowers
      THAT ARE NOT YET IN FULL BLOSSOM
OR THEY WILL WILT BEFORE THEY BLOOM!
They scream but not because it’s pleasurable!
They scream because that’s what kills their pride and vanity…

When the clock strikes midnight,
Flowers in the moonlight garden bloom.
Stars in the velvet, night curtain
Are sparkling like diamonds in the dark city.

…come butterflies, come! Come taste the nectar of sin!
Come dance with the flowers under the red moonlight!
…come…dance…filthy flowers…dance…
For not even the morning dews
Can cleanse and wash everything away…

Poetry ~ Window To My Soul ~ Emotions I Can't Express

 ~ Drifting Far Away~

lost in the heart of a crowded city

....everyone has places to go to...

           destinations they hope to reach soon...

trap themselves inside the four-walled monster...

....streets with so many road arrows...

....................pointing everywhere....

but they sure find their way...

their eyes so full of life....

                                    but she doesn't know the name of the street

she is going to...so many streets...signs....so confusing...

but how do people know where to go?

she....just blends in

but she always stands out

......her face a flower....

her smile so bright

....her reddish brown eyes never gleam....

she laughs with everyone....

but she's always so far away....so near and yet so far...

she's here...but....she....

isn't

exactly

here....

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 ~ Voiceless~
Her voice was like the Angel's melody
That could heal the heart's malady.
How jealous were the seraphims
While concealing their darkness through their whims.
A peach that promises eternity
Was sent in her chamber with utmost secrecy.
Delighted for such a gift of immortality,
She ate the Seed that rooted her endless melancholy.
Unable to sing, she watched the dawning of the day
And cursed all the Angels with words she couldn't say...
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~ Nameless Existence ~ 

A nameless existence
Dwells in the castle of ruins.
When thunder strikes,
Mirror falls crashing down.
She begins her soliloquy,
Acting like an radical goddess,
Pretending to gather
Specks of hope
In the dust-covered floor.
Breaking. The sound of her heart breaking
She’s losing her grip
Her eyes are lifeless
With dirty, wounded hands astir,
Searching for a small light from the dust.
A nobody under the sun
Gazes upon the one she loves.
He walks without hesitation,
Unaware of those eyes
Silently wishing from afar.
With her faltered voice,
She speaks to the world

But she can't even hear
Her own voice.
Her visage in ruins,
Like her castle in gray.
No sun ever shines,
And no moon ever appears
In this world where sorrow lies.
A crestfallen soul
Will forever wander
In the world behind the reality…

Poetry ~ Window To My Soul ~ Remember Me

 "I awoke from a distant dream...In my dream, I was a child again...watching the early morning sky beside my late grandmother...listening to the song of a morning bird and it brought me tears...Such a sweet memory brings so much bitter-sweet emotion"

Remember me like the sun
That rises from the horizon
Like a paint of gold that spills
All over the dark sheet of the night
Like the fleeting clouds
Above a world that is still and unchanging
Remember me like waking from a slumber
Unable to recall a lovely dream
Like once a beautiful house
In time abandoned and forgotten
Remember me like the mist
That bathes the grasses with dew
Like the gust of wind
That blows but never comes back
Like a moving scenery
A sleepy-eyed traveler sees on his long journey
Like a wonderful song
Buried deep in the heart and can't be sung
Remember me like the moon
That fades into the dawn of daybreak
Like the purple sky
Lasting only for ephemeral
Like the melancholy
Felt in a gray, rainy afternoon
Remember the sunshine
When thinking of the bright days
The laughter
In a paradise of light-sleepers
The happy times
Of my being clumsy - the silly one in your eyes
Feel the happiness
As you relive the past in your nostalgia
And if perchance
The memories bring you tears
Then, remember me not
But I would still be here
In this field where wildflowers bloom
Playing in the sun
Free and innocent again
Living in halcyon days
And forever remembering you...

Poetry ~ Window To My Soul ~ Quiet Night

"Castle Far Away"

In the castle far, far away

Two shadows dance

In the palely illuminated hall.

They twirl in circles

And they never let go 

Of each other's hands...

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"In This Quiet Night"

In this quiet night

I think of someone

Of a palace

Of a hall bathed

In silvery moonlight

Of two silhouettes dancing 

The sound of wind chimes

Hums from afar

Is their only melody

~ A waltz under the moon...

Poetry ~ Window To My Soul

"The Afternoon Rain"

Written Sept. 14, 2009

It was cold

The scarlet-dyed sky

Dissolved in the grayness of rain

At that moment,

I began to love

The evanescence of such powerful color.

I have loved that moment.

I was a wandering soul

With a heart shut to silence.

I wanted to cry

But the sky cried for me.

The even emotion that flowed

Like a turbulent river under the bridge,

Condemned the reasons

And set free to the chained heart.

After such moment of pain,

There was a sudden silence - 

Quite deafening that I wanted

To dissolve myself in darkness

After the rain

There was...emptiness...

Capturing the beauty of the sky and ephemeral moments in life

Photography is never on my list of talents (if I have one) but it's the thought of lovely things in life that last only for a short moment that urges me to take pictures of what I think is "beautifully fleeting". We, too, will leave this world as the world itself changes. Time doesn't stop but our heart does. Our vivid memories grow old, blurry and obscure as years pass so in a way, I want to keep the things I admire in my memory archive and also, share the wonders I see to everyone.

If I were to choose a flower, I would choose wildflowers. They bloom freely and they are strong enough to withstand almost everything. They don't need a green thumb to bloom and produce beauty. I still don't know the name of these lovely flowers I found in an open field a year ago...

A symbol of friendship.
The two of us have no luck when it comes to falling in love that's why we formed a heart with our hands toward heaven for God to know that we are still hoping to meet the right person for the both of us...somewhere in the sky...(Taken 3 years ago)

When I'm stressed out and trying to wind up a bit, I always ask my father and older brother to take me to this place. This is the place where the river meets the sea and the wind is soft and gentle. Years from now, will this place still exist?

This tree alone in the sea gave me a lasting impression.

While the vehicle was moving, I looked up at the sky and it seemed to chase me...following me everywhere but in the end, I was the only one moving and sky remained in the same heavens above me.

Sometimes, I find myself inside darkness or a maze and I can't seem to find my way out but whenever I am gazing at the sky, my heart is at peace. It feels like God and my soul are connected somehow...

I don't know why but this picture makes me want to cry...Maybe because...during the day the picture was taken, I was with my classmates spending our last Christmas party together in the watermelon field. Happy times never stay...so are we...

One of my favorite wildflowers that I still don't know the name TT____TT

I have loved this flowers since time immemorial! And it took me 17 years to know its name...Ruellia...such a beautiful name and fitting too. When I took this picture, I was alone in the university since class was cancelled but I wasn't informed. While walking along the abandoned lot near the ruins of the old school canteen, I saw these lovely white ruellia. Nobody seemed to care about these flowers...Just like the love I had for someone who used to sit in the ruins surrounded by these flowers...

I always envisioned myself falling in a deep sleep above my soft bead of wildflowers and whenever I think of it, I sometimes wish never to wake up anymore.

This picture captures my thought of "ephemeral moments"

This place is a dump site but what do you know?! My brothers, cousins and I found beauty here! The way the moon is being reflected in the mud is splendid.

For me, the sky is a blank canvas and the streaks of gold,red,purple,blue and sometimes gray are painted by God.

This is a very rare sky indeed. 2 years ago after our class ended, my classmates and I were astonished and amazed by this lovely sight that I believe, I could never see again...

This is the scenery outside my window...I live in a poor community and so as the picture conveys, houses are crowded and the alleys are small too and the smells of pigs' and dogs' dung, stinky canal water, smoke coming from the kitchens and foods are all mixed up. And people in the higher level of society scorn poor people like us but we don't care. Our life is simple but it is full of life and happiness.

Philippines is a tropical country so there's no snow or spring. This picture was taken last march 2011...and the mahogany leaves were still shoots and a month after that, they would bear small green flowers. Like cherry blossoms, when the wind blows, the whole area will be bathed with their sweet-scented flowers. I love to open my window in summer afternoons like this because even the smell of the gust of wind is that of mahogany flowers and it makes me feel relaxed. Taking a nap is heaven too ^___^

This is what I called a "perfect picture"...I simply don't know how to explain it....

Painting as a hobby...

I have always loved painting since I was young. At the age of 5, I often enjoyed admiring the vast, blue sky while walking alone. I really wanted to paint its beauty and capture its eternal resplendence. But...No matter how hard I practice, I can't seem to get it right. I have never taken an art or painting class except as a part of my subjects at school and unfortunately, my art teachers didn't teach us how to "paint" or "draw". So I have never learned even the basics so I practiced and practiced by myself.

When my high school friend posted these paintings on my FB wall, I couldn't believe that I made these stuffs (lol)! So this was how I used to paint back then xd

Summer before I entered senior year in college

I may not be a painter or an artist but I really tried my best to express what I feel and this one here describes my feeling when I painted it. 

Feeling left out and out of place, I have painted yellow roses symbolizing happiness and at the same time, jealousy. The blue flowers stand for peace, at the same time, sadness. And the babies' breath? They are out of place!

 

 

 

 

Daffodils? Not even close right? But I truly loved the symbolism and meaning behind the story of Narcissus and Echo ^__^

I once saw a very old card that my father sent to my mother when he was still away and it really captured the beauty of autumn. And this was a failed attempt TT___TT

I have never seen peonies in real life but they are always in my mind ^___^ and it's obvious enough that flowers are the closest to my heart <3

:P I am not good at doing landscapes too >.< But I did my best...Honestly, I wanted to make the image of an autumn tree by the flowing river very realistic but I guess I was 1,000 years too early TT___TT It's not even close to what I had in mind back then >__<

Wisterias ^___^ It's always been my dream to have a beautiful garden where all of my favorite flowers bloom.

Ta-da!!!!! These three paintings are the product of my "improvement". But if you were to ask me, I'm not happy with these! I wanted to paint Chinese-style flowers but I can't even do proper strokes! But I made a lot of improvement that's for sure!!! Practice makes perfect indeed and I know that I am just half way to go and soon, I'll be able to put my thoughts into art ^___^

:P

The red rose vines are my "sign"

This one is the recent one. I also gave some of my works to my colleagues because they asked me to do so ^___^

 Thanks for the time and next time again!