The Lady in the Curb

you stand frailly on the curb
hidden in the shadows
of towering blocks and structures
shunning the light of the moon

hurriedly I pass by
not noticing you reaching
‘til I turned my back
and saw you plead

you started to speak
which broke my heart in two
genuinely you ask me
of a few graces I could spare

a tinkle of a coin
a show of compassion
a heart to reach out
a love to give out

slowly you walked away
counting the coins I gave
your umbrella supporting your weight,
between the streetlights rays

slowly I walked away
torn
burdened
wondering how this human frailties
keep happening everyday

to this I said a little prayer
to the God of all graces and compassion
always to remember this moment, this day
and the lady I met in the curb.

One of those Moments

Today is quiet an extraordinary day for me. I guess I’ve lost the opportunity of sharing the love of God to others. My friend and I were on our way home from SM after buying some personal and home stuffs when we meet a lady in her fifties or sixties around the curb. We were walking quiet fast that I wasn’t able to recognize what the old lady were saying. When I turn back, her eyes were on me and, call me melodramatic but it just tore my heart. So, I hurried back to her. At first I wasn’t able to hear what she says because her voice was so soft. She was asking for some pesos for her to go home. She wasn’t one of those filthy guys roaming around the city streets asking passerby some pennies to supply their fleshly desires. What I saw was an old lady cleanly dressed asking for some small peso for her to able to go home. I pulled out my purse from my pocket and gave her four 5-peso coins and told her to go home already coz it’s late already. She was so obedient, so genuine that it even made me feel so concerned about her. When I asked her why she’s still in the city at that time, she said she was roaming around the city looking for some customers who wanted to cut their hair but she had none the whole time she was in the city. It felt awful for me, I was so sorry for her that I didn’t even noticed that my tears fall. When I looked back I saw here walked very slow using her umbrella to support her counting the coins I have given her. It was moment of deciding between going back to her and offer her a dinner (bet she was hungry the whole day looking for customers). But I walked right to where the jeepneies are and headed home. I had a heavy heart. A burden, till now while I’m documenting this event. So, while I was on the jeep, a said a little prayer to God to take good care of her and bring her home safely. However, despite all this, I still feel bad because I could have done the best I could have on showing the love of Christ, but I failed. I guess I failed.

I realized why I felt that way, I don’t wanna see my mother on that situation one day begging other people for some graces because her son is so irresponsible to gratefully return what her mother had done for her. And I pray to God that this won’t happen. I wish I could bring the old lady home and give her a hearty meal...

Cheers to the Day

Cheers to the night when i was with you
When everything else are too good to be true
When the night is long just lying beside you
While i sing you to sleep, my love, my beau.

Cheers to the day while I walk with you
Just holding your hands as the sun sets in view
With sand under our feet and bottle of champagne in one hand
A moment so sweet, nothing else I could demand.

Cheers to this day, when I go blue
When I'm holding nothing but memories of you
When my eyes are dry for missing you
And knowing that there's nothing else I could do.

Cheers to the night when I was with you
When everything else are too good to be true
Cheers to the day, while I walk with you
'til the sun sets again and I go blue.

Longings of a Tortured Soul

The night cries, pouring down tears
to the one abandoned
Sharing the burden too heavy to bear
weightless as it seemed.

The smiles and the laughter
Hides the agony and pain
As time goes yonder
Grows heavy as it gains.

The bed cushions the fragile skin
of a forlorn figure
Darkness basks his beauty within
no light could endure.

When daylight turns to dusk
The nocturne dance, and sing, and grin
But the dawn puts on the mask
And the masquerade begins.

Oh what glory is this when you are torn?
What grace is there yet to be born?
For darkness fades when light shines
And light is shun when darkness reigns.

The glamor that this face received
The trophies that this wisdom achieved
Makes no use to a tortured soul
When all there is have been unfold.

Long Way Home

Things aren’t good for me lately. Though I enjoyed most of it, some are worth remembering with a grudge and some are just happiness to be forgotten.

I was in a hurry last Saturday trying to catchup the last ferry trip to Bacolod after school because my class ended later than it should be. Fortunately, I was able to grab a good seat and slept all the way to Bacolod. I wasn’t on my right mind when I arrived, though nothing serious to think about (or big problems). So I took a tricycle from port to plaza and rode a jeepney going to shopping, out of my route. (That’s a 90-degree angle to the right of where I should be going.) Arriving at the South Bus Terminal, I climb up the bus heading for Kabankalan (that’s an almost two-hour drive south of Bacolod). The bus was very crowded as it is the 2nd to the last trip, 7:20 PM, and everybody is trying to squeeze in just to be home. I was in the corner of the bus with nothing in my mind, no plans of an exact place to go nor any place to stay. I just felt like I wanna be away for a while. Neither sleepy nor interested at the sight of the countryside, I took my ipod out and listened to music.

The night seems to fade,
But the moonlight lingers on
There are wonders for everyone
The stars shine so bright,
But they`re fading after dawn
There is magic in kingston town

Oh kingston town,
The place I long to be
If I had the whole world
I would give it away
Just to see, the girls at play...

This made me feel relaxed and I did to close my eyes and just to savour the sweet sound of music. Some good memories flashed back and made me smile. (How I wish I was back to the days when I was young and free – high school days! Missing it a lot!). Then another UB40 song played and it carried me away – it just felt good.

I got down the town of Binalbagan, went into one of the bars their, it was a cozy place made of bamboo and hardwood... drank beer, listen to music, watch the full moon over the clear night sky. I let the night passed and early morning I went to the bus terminal and too the 5 am trip back to Bacolod. It was nice and it made me fine.

While I am writing these, I got pissed off by a colleague of mine. Why? Coz her jokes are not jokes at all. I wasn’t hurt by the joke but by the way she delivers it. It makes people look at as a tactless person. So I got out of the office and proceeded to mine.

Now my line of thinking is blurred.