You keep going for me,
I keep going for you,
It’s in both of our nature,
We keep going for the one who gets us.
It’s a miracle we both made it,
After everything we’ve been through,
Wars have been fought silently,
Too afraid of what they would say.
It’s a miracle we found each other,
You showed up at the perfect time,
Because I’ve never needed you more,
Than I need you right now.
I’d like to think you need me too,
Maybe not as much as I need you,
But the thought that someone needs me,
Is what keeps me going.
It’s a miracle that you love me,
Because not many people can,
And I just want you to know,
That I love you too.
I hope you know that you saved me,
And you should know you’re my hero,
Because you are living proof,
Proof that I can survive the hard times.
You are so much more than a teacher,
So much more than a friend,
And you are so much more than you think you are,
You are my miracle.
Rime Couee 1, 2, and 3
I.
Floating across a cool, bright beam
Drifting inside a peaceful dream
Sacred geometry
Builds the structures that bring great peace
Making the restless chaos cease
Engaging symmetry
II.
Envision Rowans in colors
Wing-ed bright spirits, light bearers
Green boughs of Oak shield you!
Gliding through enchanted grove space
Blessed by Moonlight's silver grace
Wheel of Seasons anew
III.
Floating in the oaken moon beam
Whispering ancient faery dreams
Dreamy knots-work sculptures
Star groves, my sparkly bright office!
Where this dreamer goes to practice
Intuitive culture
IV.
With psychic, angelic infrastructure!
Spiraling aloft!
One pale night in the love-month
while the World slumbers and the skies forget about dreaming
One lost phoenix plunges and burns
with its broken wing.
Ailing gray and orange smoke scatters
as rain of ice plate jitters.
The bird flies again surprisingly
and beasts watch with reverence...
Heaven's one blow of deliverance!
Faith is not what you have,
it is what you do.
The World will keep on moving and will always save,
if you believe in all good that you do!
(Prosebite)
Some folks I know achieve that beautiful approach
To compliment the fables they’ve been told
They’re able to fall down the rabbit hole
Which doesn’t mean they’re sleeping on the couch
Their Wonderland is always at the service
How did they do it, I don’t have a clue
This harsh reality, is it a wonder too?
If so, it’s not the book I’d like to purchase
Each wonder has its aim, so what is mine
Has never been occurred in my mind
I’ll be so very grateful if you tell
But I am in the dark, you cannot hear
And even if you do, you are not near
No wonder pushes me down through the well..
It's the end of an Era,
Terra formed Egos tare away
Terrified by the part they play,
Clarified minds think a new way,
Staying focused on today,
Saying their affirmations,
Saving the people of their nation,
Slaying the beast within,
Never to be a slave again,
Behaving like we love to be alive,
Thriving together like a hive,
No longer fighting to survive,
Information arrives right on time,
Priming the filter first,
So you thirst for more,
A need to explore,
Discovering doors,
You've never seen before,
The corridors are the same,
Pain, Shame and Guilt,
Are the walls we all built,
Tilted perceptions align,
Combined with a Divine design,
Intertwining to refine,
Defining each experience,
A variance in the equation,
Each of us a data station,
A vibration of the source,
And it's redirecting the course.
859.
Milagro sa Padagyaw Beinte-Beinte Kwatro
Ika-1 ng Agosto
Beinte-Beinte Kwatro
Dumalo ako sa Parada
Kasama ang matatanda
Sila ay mga Pangulo
Ng OSCA sa bayang ito
Kami rin ay sama-sama
Nananghalian sa OSCA
Ika-2 ng Agosto
Beinte-Beinte Kwatro
Pakiramdam ko ay masama
Pero pumasok parin sa opisina
Masakit ang tiyan at dibdib ko
Parang may hangin at asido
Sumugod ako sa pagamutang dalawa
Mga gamot sa akin ay inireseta
Ika-3 ng Agosto
Beinte-Beinte Kwatro
Habang ako ay nasa Novena
Ako ay may LBM pa
Subalit nang makasama ko na po
Ang mga DES batchmates ko
Sa aming DES Reunion na Una
Himalang pakiramdam ko ay gumanda.
-08/03/2024
(Dumarao… 1st Grand Alumni Homecoming
of Dumarao Elementary School
during Padagyaw 2024)
Make me feel good
Make me a God
God in me
God is You
You are darkness
You are light
Light up the world
Light shines on rain
Rain creates floods
Rain creates
Creates food
Creates hope
Hope for water
Hope for mercy
Mercy on enemies
Mercy on our soul
Soul on ice
Soul poisoned
Poisoned blood
Poisoned mind
Mind controlled
Mind on freedom
Freedom doesn’t exist
Freedom is a daily struggle
Struggle for equality
Struggle for peace
Peace is colorful
Peace is wonderful
Wonderful gifts
Wonderful world
World of passion
World of crime
Crime of passion
Crime is wrong
Wrong directions
Wrong plan
Plan for safety
Plan for the future
Future blessings
Future prayers
Prayers for culture
Prayers for our children
Children in paradise
Children of the innocent
Innocent planet
Innocent life
Life needs purpose
Life needs support
Support
Purpose
Morning chapel
padre preaching
all new to me
came here for a natter
see what’s there to see
every hell has its angels
he don’t know ‘bout angels
how they fight
thrills of a motor bike
chariots o’fire
if he say he do, s’not true,
he aint read the manual
don’t know what a spanner’s for
he just know we threw it in
an’ it don’t work
I’d run out o’ booze
drunk as a lord
awake till morn
got no comfort
I ain’t weak
disinherited me
had nothin’ to give
always empty
it ain’t right
raised hungry an’ thirsty
plenty o’ scrapes
showed no mercy
weak for a tart
love n’ leave
that ain’t odd
yeah, was picked on
fight for me rights
they be-me-attitudes
an’ I’ll not change
bless ‘em they try
‘n they try
I’ll never change
if heaven is gained
through suffrin’
I’m in
man-ah never found
streets paved with bread
much less with gold
I looked for trouble
‘n found it
there ain’t no justice
tain’t no miracle
that’s why I’m here
tain’t no miracle
I’ve changed settings on Facebook page
To “only me” egoistic regime
Didn’t mean to provide any visible change
I see what I always have seen
Anyway, my posts were unmarked
But I didn’t want to annoy
So on privacy mode I embarked
Of the public eye being devoid
The reason is that I used to post
Too many of aphorisms
And I reckon it seemed to the most
The embarrassing anachronisms
So I feel a bit confused
It was silly to preach the converted
With warnings, probably overused
Perhaps laughingly diverted
So I climbed back into my rescue
Though sometimes I look out with hope
Is there anyone now, maybe you?
But no miracle happens, nope.
god's bit to poetize
airborne raindrops deflect sun rays, rainbow emerges
swift surprise!
heavens in trance
human spirit dispossesses
joy dance!!
moonstruck
time infringes
luck!!!
god's bit to poetize
human spirit dispossesses
luck!!!
My name is Emily,
a word my heart has learned to hold.
Not just a name spoken softly,
but a story God began before I was born.
For before the world ever knew me,
He knew every letter of my name.
He knew my laughter, my tears,
the prayers I would whisper when no one else could hear.
Emily, a name given to me by people,
but a life given to me by God.
And maybe that is the beauty of a name:
it is not simply what we are called,
but a reminder that we are known.
Known by the One who made the stars,
who counts every tear I cry,
who sees every hidden battle
and still calls me His.
So when I hear the name Emily,
I do not just hear who I am.
I hear the name of someone
God created with purpose.
And I pray that one day,
when my story has been fully written,
my name will remind the world
not of everything I was,
but of everything God did through me.
For my name is Emily,
but my truest identity is this:
I am known.
I am loved.
I am His.
Ah dear angel, there’s no life without flesh
Spiritual, we are abstract and formless
It would’ve been a miracle, to refresh
Our lives, to be revived from nothingness
But miracles don’t happen often, do they
Your ASDA list completed, lawn is mowed
The rooms are tidied, as they were that day
That froze in time not to be spoken much about
We’ve found ourselves just by a happy chance
My dear angel, help me with my thought
Was it a miracle that happens only once
Or an unconscious life we bound to sought?
Yesterday, I walked through halls
crowded with memories that aren’t mine.
Dust fell from rotten frames.
My reflection was lost
in an endless collection
of uneasy smiles
and identical, cold stares—
frozen,
waiting for freedom.
But a few feet away,
the cycle repeats.
Every time we talk,
I wonder who they’re hearing
behind the door
that has been broken,
painted,
but never replaced.
What I found was unfamiliar.
There was a new kind of silence—
the kind that doesn’t expect anything,
doesn’t reach for someone
to break it.
Today, the past is drowned out
by the reassuring glow
of sixteen candles.
With each tired song,
that hallway is built over.
And a path is carved
through what remains,
in hopes of a miracle.
780.
The True Miracle of EDSA
The true miracle of #EDSA...
Ay nung d yan pinabomba...
Eh ung mga kay #Cory nag-alsa...
Anung ginawa sa knla?...
Sa #Mendiola?...
Sa #HaciendaLuisita?...
Maaaring may iba pa!...
Sambayanang #Pilipino ay mulat na!...
Sa tlgang mga traidor sa'ting #bansa!...
Isa ka ba sa knla?...
Mahal kong mga #kababayan, gising na!...
#Labanan nio po ang tukso nila...
-02/29/2020
(LeapDay…EDSA 1 Anniversary Hang-over)
Mighty winds blow
Approaching storm
Sudden and accurate
An Old Man lived with Arthritis for a long time
A morning rise would be a pain experience
Went to Doctors and still no relief
On this specific morning, a Thunderstorm took place
Strong and true
The Old Man went to his kitchen to get a cup of coffee
One flash of lightning he went outside to get his newspaper
Immediately came a powerful jolt of a lightning bolt
It knocked him off his feet
He was able to get up
The Old Man felt the Arthritis was gone and he was now enabled
A miracle being a blessing took place
Heaven had been watching observing from above
Unexpected and the Old Man had no idea the miracle was coming
The Old Man to the Doctor to be examined, and the Doctor noticed that the Old Man’s Arthritis was gone
The Doctor questioned the Old Man in how did he do it?
The Old Man quickly responded that it was a spiritually bout
Now Lightning bolts do kill
But on this morning, it was a jolt of enriched and rise, and spread the miracle being a testimony apathy
Show the world in what can happen if one believes
The breeze that prepared for the miracle
Heaven’s action in deliverance.
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