Little Lucy

Little Lucy knows that when her Daddy shows
He would bring her kisses that would make her face glow
Beautifully her dress on the pavement flow
As she plays with her Daddy in the field of snow.

Little Lucy knows that when her Daddy leaves
It would break her heart and everybody grieves
The days would be long, as if stolen by the thieves
But her Daddy goes home this very same eve.

Now Little Lucy's dad is ill and weak
He cannot go back to his workplace this week
On his bed he lays and in stillness he would squeak
To Little Lucy's ear "I love you" he would speak.

To her room she enters and in the corner she sits
The light is dim and silently she weeps
A sigh is heard and a little prayer seeps
Hoping her dad wakes after a very long sleep.

She looked to the sky, above floats the dark cloud
Strong wind blows as she puts on a shroud
Heavy rain drops making tiny rivers to the ground
As she leaves the place, where her Dad's memory surround.

Of Love, Family And Everyday Drama

Smile. That's the best way to show to the world that you are okay. It brightens the day, inspires people and makes the world go round. Indeed, it really makes the world go round, but have we ever looked straight into the eyes of the person smiling and see what's inside? Yes, the person's soul betraying his or her outward appearance.

Everyday, it seems that I am blessed because seldom can a friend or a colleague see me not smiling. I have to live my life each day as if nothing's wrong. That I don't have problems. Not too many people would care what you are facing through in life. Everyday people having matters of their own to attend to. Why would they care? But thanks to some who, out of their busy lives, took heart, stopped and tapped my shoulder, giving me courage to go on. That life is indeed beautiful. May God bless them more!

My Dad is a great Dad. I would never ask for somebody else to replace him. Each day, I'm enduring the pain of his agony because of his illness. It seems that the medicine the doctor prescribes have no effect but kill him little by little. Everytime he complains that his back is aching or that his cough is robbing him of his time to sleep and rest makes me cry. But I shouldn't show it to them, otherwise, I would betray them of the courage they wanted to see from me. And in doing so, I'm becoming numbed. This reminds me of the story of a little boy who bought miracle as a medicine for his dying mom. Yes, that is what I exactly need. A miracle. That one day my dad would just woke up and feel renewed. No back pains, no coughs, nothing at all. I wanted to ease his pain but I can do nothing and this hurts me more. Being the head of the family is a privilege, but it is also a great responsibility. A responsibility I am willing to take but impairs me, for the things that I have done and is still doing cannot compensate to the needs my family has. Sometimes, I wish that there would be a genie that would come out of somewhere and grant my wishes. Other times, i would think and hope that I would die ahead of them. But all these are rubbish and would never help ease the present situation. The only hope that I have left is a little prayer that would touch the heart of God and grant the desires of my heart, one of it is the complete healing of my father. My family is my first priority and I am willing to sacrifice anything just so my family would be complete and happy. I do not desire much of materials things, but what is important is that we are together safe and sound.

This carousel of events in my life weakens me but I have to be strong. It crushes my spirit, but I have to resist and persevere. For them. Painful, but I have to take heart. Otherwise, I would break the very fortress that keeps this family stand and survive the test of time.

Smile. Ahh.. yes! I have to smile. Nobody should know what I really feel inside. Or else, I would break down into pieces and might not be able to defend the very foundation that this family is built.

Writing this down eases my pain away. At least even for a little.

Lady In Red

She walks down the aisle
With her Kirsten Dunst smile
Shadowed dark brown eyes
A sure thing to admire.

You won't miss a thing or two
As you hear the sound of her stiletto
The way she chooses her shoes
Makes everybody stand in woe.

Putting on make up is her art
And poetry makes her smart
When she sings, she's a lark
She'll make you grope in the dark.

Let her speak, she's a melody
A sanguine in melancholy
In a crowd, she has to be
Daughter of freedom and ingenuity.

Defiance, she will lead
And everybody else bleed
A thing of beauty, a thing to dread
She'll always be the lady in red.



**for dear Jabez,
who have touch the hearts of many
who brings joy to all the weary
who ventured the stormy seas
and gave me love* when I need.

To The Streets And Past

Down to the streets, my steps are heavy
My head is aching, lots of things to worry
The sun is setting, I watched in weary
Another day is gone and it was heavy.

As I walk down the street, I see two people
Neither can I say that they are a couple
But they remind me much of the moment after
When my love and I are walking down together.

Down to the streets, now walking alone
Wondering, can I have another moment of my own?
Perhaps a glance, another time to dance
In this ballroom of life where I can take my chance.

Down to the streets, jeeps passing by
Pulling me to reality, to where am I
This symphony of memories, a sweet lullaby
Should go with whiskey so I won't cry.

Cebu

At 6 o'clock, the city is aglow
Over the horizon, the moon shines low
City burst to life and light
Mountain ranges lies silhouette behind.

In the morning, the sun rises high
Feather of clouds under the big blue sky
Sea waves foaming its way to the shore
Of bravery and beauty, tells a lore.

Many faces here and there
Speaks of language so lovely and fair
People from all sorts and walks of life
Fill the streets in plains and stripes.

She offers love, so you won't fret
Come and play, not hard to get
Choose to leave and you'll regret
Why you have come, why you have met.

And so my heart, there it was left
She knows very well what I have felt
With one light on, alone in my room
I chase the memory of Cebu till noon.

Quiet Times

Ask me where I go tonight I go back to today last year.
Me and you had to make each other happier,
now there's hope with everything.

Its hard enough to feel the world as it is and hold on anything.
Without these quiet times you've brought round here.

I'm gonna have to run away,
I'm sure that I belong some other place.
I've seen another side of all I've seen
it keeps me wondering where my family is.

Its hard enough to see the world as it is, and hold on anything.
Without these quiet times coming round here.

Now I miss you...
Now I want you...
But I can't have you...
Even when your here...

Suppose I have to take you with me, broken mind I'd rather leave you here.
To forget everything you've seen and known erase every idea.

And you walk up in the street, and hold my hand and smile.
Well I won't be taken in, cus I know how it turns out.
And it takes me back to these quiet times coming round here.

Now I miss you...
Now I want you...
Your not coming back...
And I need you...
But I can't have you...
Even when your here...






*sung by Dido, from Safe Trip Home Album

The Unloved

night cries
rain falls
splitter splatter on the roof
flooding the earth
quenching its thirst
soothing the heart
that have once been a home
of long-kept emotions
of love and pain
of freedom and rejection
of fear and hope
of beauty and filth
as the rain ceases
drying up the heavens
leaving wet the grounds
so the heart dries
as it pours out the love
drowning into what's left of it
of the heart
of the unloved.

The Witching Hour

a bird chirps
as shadows leap
night is still
broken by a shrill

sky is dawning
moonlight is waning
wolves are howling
cold breeze is chilling

as sun ray is tearing
from the horizon appearing
a loud cry is heard
someone's missing from the herd

could it be that he was taken
by the moonlight's beautiful siren?
or to the cliff he had fallen
and died searching for his maiden?

Miracle Romance

Gomen ne sunao ja nakute
Yume no naka nara leru
Shikou kairo wa SHORT sunzen
Ima sugu aitai yo
Nakitaku naru you na moonlight
Denwa mo dekinai midnight
Datte junjuo doushiyou
Heart wa mangekyou
Tsuki no hikari ni michibikare
Nando mo meguri au
Seiza no matataki kazoe
Uranau koi no yukue
Onaji kuni ni umaretano
Miracle romance
Shinjite iruno.



*theme song

The MASTERPIECE

fun out of the daily routine many sleepless nights are spent coupled with sweets and caffeine we all can say "mission accomplished!"

LIVE, LAUGH and LOVE

"No matter how crazy and funny the scenes around you.... it is useless without the people you want to laugh with."

As They Lay Me

In sickness and in health,
will you be there to help?
In triumph and in pain,
will both of us gain?
In glory and in honor,
will there still be ardor?
In life and in death,
will you give your last breath?

Will in sickness we survive
or in health we will thrive?
Will triumph make us feel victorious
or pain will be more sumptuous?
Will glory be as the Romans
or as honorable as the Spartans?
Will ardor give us life
or just suffering and strife?
Will I still savour your breath
before they lay me to my bed of death?

Untitled

as cold as ice
as witty as the mice
you come to me at night
and leave me in broad daylight

mocha colored skin
makes me ponder in between
'coz it gives me a tingling feeling
that keeps me more wanting

eyes as jolly as the jester
keeps me floating in the ether
slowly hypnotizing
and to the floor I am falling

in your presence I fall down
your absence makes me frown
will there be a day to come
when sun shines 'coz we're one?

Artificial Bliss

It's been a while... and I am enjoying the days that I never had a thought of you... or maybe I'm just being dishonest to myself. My bestfriends came over last Saturday and we had so much fun together... we haven't met for months already and it's good to see them again. but behind those bright moments... I wished YOU were there too...

I never told anyone about you, except that I have expressed what I feel for you with my friends and I am afraid of their reactions, afraid that one day, they would wake me up from this dream. For this dream was never a dream at all. It was a nightmare!

I still love you... and will always love you.