Tuesday, December 13, 2011

It Could Have Been Beautiful

It Could Have Been Beautiful

It could have been beautiful
I swear
It could have been
If only I was given
Just a single chance
I could have shown
How beautiful
It could have been

“I’m not yet ready”
Is as cliché as saying
“I have a headache”
It’s not taken against you
For you just made a choice
And I understand
But believe me
It could have been beautiful

I will be moving on
But I know for sure
I’ll always look back
For one day I might find
That you are ready
I might have the chance
And prove to you
How beautiful it can be

And then…
You won’t have to cry

December 14, 2011
12:27 a.m.
Angeles City

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Making matter of your life

Making "matter" of your life

During a company meeting, there was sharing of thoughts about an article that was given for us to read. The title of the article was "Make your life matter."

The article was about, well, making your life matter. Which means making your life significant, making a difference, being a catalyst, and so on and so forth.

But the word "matter" instantly reverberates in me the definition of matter, "anything that has weight and occupies space."

Science 101, right?

Smart-alec you might say. You're right. But wait, my smart-alec inner voice didn't stop there. It elaborates further the definition of matter, in relation to the article we just read, which I was able to share to the group then.

Anything that has weight
One of the characteristics of matter is that it should have weight, which means for us to matter, we should have "weight" too, figuratively speaking of course.

By weight, I mean substance… purpose… significance. Our thoughts and actions, and existence, should be making a contribution to ourselves, to the people around us, to the community we belong to. "Weight-ful"  enough to have an impact, not necessarily in a grandiose way, but at least enough to make even just a small difference.

Remember, little things matter too (oops, there's that word again).

…and occupies space
Another characteristic of matter… it should be able to occupy a space. Each of us has our "spaces" to occupy. We have our own roles to play.

Are we occupying it properly? Are we fulfilling our destined role?

For us to have "weight," we should find our "space."

We can best create an impact if we are occupying our correct space, if we are playing our exact roles. Being a "square peg in a round hole" is more than just a cliché, in fact it happens quite too often. We need to find our "correct space," our exact role… it is something where we are most happy doing.

Once we found it, we can only expect ourselves to do our best.

So, let's make our life matter… rather, let's make "matter" of our life… let's have weight and occupy our space.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Breathe In Me A Prayer Of Hope

Breathe in me a prayer of hope
Arm me with the limbs of strength
For the elixir of faith that I take
Now seems to lack in sustenance

For I, who once donned the armor
Of resilience and invincibility
Now kneels down in Your majestic presence
Unclothe and in full humility

With the journey ahead yet too far
This battle-scarred soldier already feels tired
So I drag my feet just to continue
For I know the mission is still undone

So breathe in me a prayer of hope
As I humble myself and bare my soul
Hold me in Your loving arms
Help me make it through the tide

Please breathe in me a prayer of hope

July 27, 2011
12:08 p.m.
Angeles City

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Today is 25th

Today is our 25th year, our anniversary... although we have to celebrate it with a great distance between us -- she in heaven, me here still on earth.

I know, life goes on. But it doesn't mean I have to let go of memories... no matter what others say. I always remember this special day. It will always have a special meaning for me.

Like what I said last year, her decision then reluctant but I made sure I was worth the risk. I hope.

And if I could turn back the hands time, I won't change a thing.

Happy anniversary, Mama! I love you.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

By The Door

Standing by the door
The best place I could be
Waiting for the chance
To be invited in
And take an active part

Waiting by the door
Feeling everything… by a glance
Not knowing if there’ll ever be
A chance for me to become more
Than someone who just stands outside

Hoping still by the door
Not wanting to just barge in
Am not one to push my luck
And be loss in this game of chance
I’ll be happy with what I have

So will I continue to wait
For the door to open wide
And be invited in
To become a part
Of your life

6:25 p.m.
March 26, 2011
Angeles City

Monday, March 21, 2011

I will keep my silence

I will keep my silence
If only to make you stay
I will not insist anything
Lest I turn you away

I will keep it all inside
This bittersweet bliss
As well as the treasured pain
That come with this feeling

I will wait for tomorrow
Or maybe even a day more
Hopefully soon it will happen
It won't be a day too late

So I will keep my silence
If only to make you stay
Until ends the spell
Of this curse that is friendship

March 18, 2011
4:11 p.m.
Angeles City

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Because I dared to dream...

Because I dared to dream I have a chance to make a dream come true.

From the single verse where everything started… from the seed that was planted… soon will be the chance to see its fruition… its realization.

True, there were times I drifted away from my calling. Somehow, it came back to haunt me… and how. And it wasn’t long before I came back to writing poems… to writing reflections in verses.

As I went to continue threading more lines, rhythmic or not, the old dream was inevitably awaken… the dream to share my poetry through my own book.

I thought it would always remain as that – a dream.

Because there wasn’t just a single instance that I was discouraged to pursue the dream due to a lot of factors, financial being the foremost.

Fortunately for me, my subconscious mind would not take it sitting down. They say the subconscious mind is very powerful, so we need to be careful what we put there… if only we know how.

And because I almost gave up, I tried to forget about the dream, and yet continued to write poems in my notebook. Unknowingly, I was able to place it in my subconscious mind, which has other plans.

While I was unconcerned whether the dream will come true or not, my subconscious mind conspired with the universal forces that make things happen. It took a while before it succeeded in doing so, but like what they always say, everything will come around.

Little by little, events unfolded, and I was led to the people who will help me make my dream true – from the supportive friends who kept on pushing, the naysayers who always challenged, the unfortunate events that only made me stronger, and finally to the publishing people who agreed to accommodate my whims.

And thus now, I am still anxious, to be honest, but excited nonetheless. The REFLECTION will come to life… a lifelong dream will finally come true….

…because I dared to dream.

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Monday, February 07, 2011

A Valentine Poem for No One

Heart… bruised and scarred
but never getting tired
Perhaps it does…
yet still it longs for more

Wanting not to be alone
and would always want to belong
No matter how it denies
the yearning will show

Heart beats… even as heart aches
enduring all the pains
And when the old wounds fade
heart beats… once again…

No matter how it denies
the yearning will always show

February 7, 2011
8:41 p.m.
Angeles City

Thursday, February 03, 2011

Sooner or later

Sooner or later, it will come out in the open
Sooner or later, it will be revealed
Sooner or later, a feeling that’s been hidden
Sooner or later, it will be set free

Shame, ridicule or indifference
Or acceptance and reciprocation
All these bring fears and anxieties
Of what would the reactions be

But nothing can’t be kept long a secret
Nothing can’t be forever hidden
And there will never be a perfect time
Other than sooner or later

February 4, 2011
8:21 a.m.
Angeles City

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Jesus take the wheel...

Because I really need you to... please

I pray...

Saturday, January 08, 2011

My baby's growing up...

If only I could stop time, I would. Or even just to make it slow down a bit, so my baby will not grow up so fast.

But I can't stop time. No one really can't, and no matter how I try to deny it, my baby is growing up -- RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES!

I really do not know if I just blinked or I was not really paying attention. But wasn't it just yesterday when I was holding her in my arms, singing her lullaby as I put her to sleep? Wasn't it just yesterday and she would ride on my back and play horses?... Yes, it was all just yesterday.

And now, my baby is turning 13... thirTEEN! My baby is now a teenager!

No, I'm not panicking. Nor am I making big deal out of it... BUT MY BABY IS TURNING THIRTEEN!

There's really nothing I can do. I can't stop it, can't even slow it down... I'll just have to savor moment the while she's still in my arms.

HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY MY ANGEL!  I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH! will always be my baby!

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