A PRAYER

I know you might have memorize my prayers

Specially those dreams I never knew how to achieve

Dear God, I am sorry  I involve you in this

But as of the moment I see no other way but through you

I am a woman trying to find my purpose

All I can say is a prayer

Others may doubt my intentions

I admit if I am in their place I might too

Eternal rest grant unto the departed, Oh Lord!

Specially those who died during Typhoon Yolanda

May the rest in peace

Thank you for shaking us

It bring out the best in my family and within my hometown

You always have your back-up plan

I've realized it when people go back depending on a candle light

I am a woman trying to find my purpose

And I think I am picking up the pieces

THE ROOTS WAITING

We tend to forget our roots

Go different ways but as we go

We realize, we all started 

 on the same root

We may meet halfway or not

Found ourselves or not

Until this root grow

Not realizing we have gone too far

Yet, we still want more

We got this feeling

Or more likely to prove others

That we can do better than them

Coming back to our roots

 is like starting to grow

Unsure of everything

For sure composure will be different

We all long to be back

Or be reunited with

To balance this way

If not so we keep some calling unanswer

Outbox: Outside Her Purple Box

Soon she will be twenty three. But she still have the box that she purchased back  when she was fifteen. It is for her souvenirs, her secrets, her ideas and her enjoyment and pain. A purple box where she hides some of herself. Because she believes that some things are bound for keeps.

Yesterday was the end of the cold season so my girl decides to see her purple box. Turned out that it was loaded.

Little by little she realized that life must have been different if she did  not do some hiding.. Will she still be a  hopeless romantic if she go for her guy? Will she still be a  sweet angel if she let go of her hatred? Who will be her inspiration if she rushed in love?

Knowing  the answer to her own query.  My girl prepares for some upgrading  and disposing  of what is in her box. Later this year she will buy another purple box. She is at age to be aware on what is supposed to be a secret and shared.

Suurely, she will grab the most durable and bigger purple box at sale. But she will let it be (the things, moments, failures, etc.) as they are suppose to be. Go on living  with the flow of God's decision. Accept every stuff that will come, and do what it takes to protect her box because surprises come in a  jiffy.

Black

     Black 

(March 17, 2010)

Black is darkness

He is a good comrade

Survives in all hue

He hides your glitters

Black is darkness

He is sorrow

Cry in our victories

He is our true innocence

Never go in selection

Back is darkness

For them he is peace

He is fearless

Their only hope

He is sophistication

Never fuss

Our only chamber

He let you show your glitters

I know he can

He is just 

He can be you