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my dad was a farmer
and so was his father
probably even the whole generations
of his ancestors as he remembered

he told me all of his past
how difficult and hard life was
he hardly had a full meal when he was young
nor had shoes and or clothes to go to town

my situation was no different
same hardships and same element
in fact I remember it probably was even harder
I knew it very well I will never forget

but love and kindness my parents were full
they never ran out of compassion for one and all
they never complained nor expressed any disdain
for our being the poorest in the whole town

looking at our state, it made me think
I promised myself and told my parents
I would go to school, I would not fail
and change our life for the better

and so I did, with the grace of our Lord,
worked the hardest filled with courage
it wasn't easy my road was full of challenges
but I hurdled it all and never gave up

so here I am paying a tribute to my parents
to my ancestors and to the legacy they laid
no matter where I am and no matter what I have attained
I will always be grateful to the land I came from,

the beautiful Philippines, and to my parent's farm.

I will go home...

Note: My daughter Karen who is my eldest have always convinced me tirelessly to go back home and I am now set to do just that. Her family has decided to go and settle there for good and I couldn't be happier for them. Since farming was and is always be in my blood, maybe, that is my Destiny that is yet to be fulfilled to the fullest. I love farming and I will never lose sight to my past no matter how poor I was. I am still the same, only older and wiser, I hope. Thank you Lord for all the blessings you bestowed to us especially to my parents and those that were once as poor as me, but made it better with the grace of our Lord.

My dear love, tears are draping down my lonely face
As the memories of us had gone down to waste
Would it be that my tomb be adorned by thy grace
As you will come and lay down a rose, to my grave.

Indeed I say to you...I wont feel so doomed,
When you come once in a while drifting on my tomb
I wouldn't be so sad, I would dance under the moon
If love would still be in your heart, I would not mourn
Oh lovely my heart and soul in our zone, would roam..

Spring will come and a new cycle begins
Just like the petals blooming in the new dawn
I will be longing for you deep in my dreams
And waiting I shall be here every morn
For your visit so I won't be so alone

My love I have not grieved nor will I cry
I have given all that I could and so did you
But time do comes when parting is just
A matter of words and goodbyes
But deep within our hearts will always be us.

Yes indeed, freedom it is,
to write a poem that is
But why do you have to be a prick?
Been here for a very long time
Hoarder as you are I've never seen one

You might feel the need to keep writing
Fine and dandy I would say
But if you're not selfish and inconsiderate
The rules we'd expect, you should respect

Oh I think you can feel and understand
This place is enjoyed by everyone
So if you keep doing what you want do
There's truly nothing that can stop you

So this comment I've posted for you
Doesn't weigh any merit or value
But if you have a heart and mind to know
You must refrain from giving us more blow.

God bless you
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Common sense we all have it. Without which our understanding of one another is impaired. Need I say more?
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Need I say more?

Lord you prayed
not for You to be spared
but to be strong
withstand the devil's temptation
You willingly took the beatings
of the cruel world
even as You revealed to them
Who you really were
The Messiah, the Son of God
and that the cross you carried
was for washing of our sins
brutal, vicious and wicked men
they never believed
nor listened
if...
I can carry that cross
as of now.. I can
I wouldn't hide
nor be afraid
only that I ask
is for You
to hold my hand
give me the strength
because
I can't do it without you

Amen.

I dedicate this to my children. For they believe.
Karen, Krystynn, Camille and Sonny

Flowers that wipe out our sorrows


Am I hallucinating?
Flowers of varied colors blooming
A testament of beauty that soothes the pain?
Maybe...
I would like to undo these dark thoughts in my mind
I would love to create a world that is of balance
Where there is dark so would there be light
Where there is hate, love must override
And so on..
Is there anyone here who would join me
And scrape off this morbidity?
Or am I all alone?
We are like drowning in the oceans of doom
It has to change, we have to be strong..
So let us go out and plant, I know we can
Flowers that soothes our sorrows and pain
Flowers that make our world see the light
We deserve it, I know we do...
Not just sadness and sorrow
I am all for it,
Are you?

my lonely and forgotten grave


exploding like prisms
of blinding light
I am but a twig floating
in the debris of your imaginings
yet still thirsting for your longings
don't you see? I am weak
I am helpless
I am not supposed to be
crawling, wading unto the
splintered pages of your memory
and as your tears find its way
down to my bleeding heart
I just know the joys we had
would sprout like petals

in my lonely and forgotten grave.

LET US REPENT

in the silence of the night,
there's restlessness in my heart
years of suppressed emotions
suddenly surging like a cyclone
or perhaps like a massive earthquake
its force a Niner in the Richter scale
the whole world is shaken
destruction is beyond imagination
i never expected for this moment to come
a most trying and difficult times
covid 19, apocalypse, like the intensity of a storm
no one is spared, humanity is doomed
as a believer and so they say
this is just a part of a greater plan
it is to prelude a much complex design
to eliminate evil and sift mankind
ask ourselves then, are we in for the fight?
or are we just a collateral for the better side
will it be that as the end is in sight
so does the promise of a paradise?
I am not sure, I have the answer
yet deep in my heart, I can tell
the Lord is the Judge, He is the creator
rightfully so He is the sole Juror.
in the end it is written
He will prevail He will win
all He asked of us is:
repent never to sin again.

Amen

we laughed, we fought, we made up
that's what we did and more
we learned many a things, did we not?
we discovered so much about this world

we drank our tears, we swallowed our pride
oh what a journey, we dug into the past
one glitz and it vanished, our focus got distracted
now we are separated, our friendship ended

but such is life, mysterious as the pyramids
we might have a little knowledge of what was and ifs
but the truth is, we're so weak and flawed
in our quest we'd never succeed

I am thinking, what a waste of my efforts and my hopes
if only words don't hurt, I'd be a glorious walk
tonight I might dream, it's all an illusion
might as well be for I am ready for the new morn

but what if....that's only a question

Lightning, thunder and dark storms
Crown this God forsaken land
Just as the meadows
Once a landscape of blooms
Of butterflies and dandelions
Became a haven of the doomed

We walk, caped with fear
Worn from the deepest of our souls
Ill fated on the very day of our birth
We live to die, every second
For hatred and ingratitude
We are eternally consumed

But there is a way
Turn around and change
Hardened hearts be softened
Replace insults and arrogance
Into humility and repentance
I know we can, we truly can.

Let go our human frailty
Let us thrive and aspire humility
Inspire and raise our hands
Let us all join our brother's hand
Peace and love, joy and compassion
A beautiful life to be reckoned.

For each and all, we're brothers and sisters
With love and unity, forever, we should be
And this doomed and God forsaken land
Will once again, be our refuge and heaven.
Can we all join each other then
So peace, love, happiness is ours again....

Shall we?

the grave is our destiny
where none whatsoever can be changed
it's a wholesome place all to yourself
and nothing accompanying you but the wind

you hear nothing, not even their tears
that builds up from rivers to oceans
if only it was said before your destiny
perhaps it'd have made a difference

now you're all alone sad and forlorn
a world only you can dwell
but I know deep in my heart
everything you've had is remembered well

oh rest my love, soon I'll be there
where fate crossed not in this life
but somewhere love knows no bounds
and our love once more entwined

Your future hangs
on a seamless lines of hopes
to make up for the torrid
love affair of morning and night
of a dream that seems to dwell
on all your sorrows
on a life you wish you had
up until now.


Your child that has yet to be born
on a future of uncertainties
you built your strength
on their hopes that their years
will count for generations
unlike you..
it has to end right here
among the shadows of
torment and hopelessness
in a foreign land
where you haven't even have a clue
on how they spell, write and say
"i love you".


But you knew, as you were
facing the front lines
of whose sides you would stand on
their truth or yours, like
it makes a difference
knowing it will be right...
this war that divides
whose supposed to have
the truth of who's wrong and who
is more deserving to be right,
but...


Did you know?
those whose lives, ransomed
for freedom to make you a hero?
felt the same sentiments and hopes?
the same aspirations and ambitions?
same pains and sorrows
and like all of us,
they, too, have a heart,
have a soul that is pierced
by the bullet of hatred
we sustained in believing
that their death is our
prize for freedom.


Is it?

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gold hidden 'neath the rugged earth
upon which lay your quest
yet murky and turbid is the dew
that is harvested in a cup of sand
your weakness never sets
over the parched and scorching heat
nor will your strength
ever laid to rest
until you will run out
of your sweats
you will want to know
deep within your heart
why all this land
is covered with blood
and as the world lay witness
and yet mightily unconcerned
to its naked plight

your mind will never fathom
why the rift is burning strong
so you will keep on digging
until you reach the bottom
hoping it will lay bare
all the reasons,
that this blood covered land
is a conflict no more
in the mighty difference
of white and black color
but the gap of those
who have and who don't

the question is...will man ever learn
how to vanish indifference?
give to those that have not
and even out the earth's wealth
so revolt will not explode?

perhaps nobody really cares...
you are alone, abandoned
on this quest..
buried
in a drifting sand
stained with ruthlessness
by the greed of human hand
glued forever
in human blood.