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I praise God that you are my owner, trainer, friend...
who always appreciates my loving loyalty as I experience such
from you, since you live out your faith and practice the Bible verse
"A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast.”
Bear with my nervousness through my whining
as I prepare for my “Thanksgiving Speech”
in the scheduled Animal Welfare Society Convention
where you and your household will be honored as
this year’s distinguished foster family for dogs.
Though we have an obvious language barrier,
you always make a way to understand me,
as well as to show me how to comprehend you,
through your sensitive and sensible dealings
moved with care and love, along with prudence.
How blessed am I to have you and your family
adopting me, making me a part of your home.
So delighted was I the first time I heard you
calling me “Aleli” with joyful affection
asserting that as my precious name
with my special identity as a canine "Aspin"*.
Aside from providing for my needs, including my wants,
like my pretty accessories and toys of all sorts
you even pray for me, and let me witness your
Bible studies and fellowships, I proudly guard.
Well, I hope to organize such with fellow dogs…
as long as your discernment favors it.
What more can I ask? Please be patient
with me and my quirks.
Again, thanks so much; and yes,
I just learned that you did your best
to give my sibling a decent burial
after you found him abandoned.
I rejoice with you in today’s tribute
for you and your family.
May you continually
“regard the life of your beast”**
by God’s grace. Amen!
*Aspin in our country is short for “Asong Pinoy” which means Filipino dog.
**Proverbs 12:10 A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast...
Prose poetry in Personification
August 4, 2018
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Tue, Mar 25, 2025; 10:51 AM
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Look into my Eyes
Date: Tue, Dec 29 2015 at 11:07 PM
Ever have Dreams of Death???
Where Ya Soul try to leave Ya Flesh?
No Or Yes?
It's not just A Heart that's Endowed in the Chest
Can you really see what's Scary Truth in the Eyes Windows
When you look in the Eye the Soul Reflects
I can see What you can't hide or Protect
I see What's Project
That's the Gift of being a Indigo
Child who's Aura Violet Spiritual
In the State of Physical
It's seems to be Mystical
Or Mythical
Being this Kind of Being° Individual
Attacked by Demons
Also the tries of Mind Control from the Being of Evil Medieval
But I Grind my way out like Evel knievel
What's I'm saying is the Dark Entities
Force of trying to Submit Dark Energy
Mentally
In the Psych Wickedly
An Idle mind is the devils playground
Walked through hells Town
Where its Fire & Lava on the Ground
Red Pradas on his Feet an a Gown & Crown
Spiritual Warfare
Where the Spirits Snare
Only With God you can Bear
Walked through Darkness with a Flare
But the Light was always There
I Cherish the Gifts & my Flaws
Managed to get up after Every Fall
I feel Alien and Why Is That?
It's just something weird to Abstract!!!
But I love God and Jesus
Believe it!!!
I Mean it!!
I even prayed for the Demons!!!
To Change them who are Devious
I can't be the only one who has prayed for Satan!
But sometimes I'm stuck in Meditation
Can't come to turns with Realization
Of what I'm Facing!!
Stressing myself out because of my Fallen Sisters & Brothers
Fighting against their brother in their Hateful Structure
I get tired at times!!!!
Wish I could show you with my Eyes
What I have seen through Times
It's hard to Describe
But what I feel is Surreal
But it's Real
Chills
That I Feel
I know I'm judged because of God
But that won't stop me from being Odd
Why be Even?
I have my Reasons
If I gave you my shoes you would give them Back
I wouldn't trade them for the richest treasures
Or Pleasures
Knitted back my Feathers
For my Wings to be back Attached
I guess I have to keep listening to my Inner higher Self
To Reveal what Noone Else
Can Reveal!!!!!
Outside Looking In
Date: Tue, Dec 1 2015 at 4:21 PM
God is Love I see why Love his Son "Desires"
I'll build a Castle just for my Queen to look at our "Empire"
I just wanted to Ignite her "Fire"
But it seems like I'm falling like the Twin "Towers"
The Mind & A Man's hands is his "Power"
Seems like everything that's sweet turn "Sour"
An Thorns Blossom out the "Flowers"
Like Lucifer inside me is "Instruments"
My Heart "Rhythms"
An Music flows in me like an Music "Class"
I'm Heavens Poet playing my Flute in my "Craft"
I always leave behind my "Autograph"
To leave my mark on every "Path"
A Man with "Emotions"
Inside you don't see the Sea or "Ocean"
The Volcano in my heart "Exploding"
The Fire in my Eyes that's "Glowing"
I know I'm A Worthy "Opponent"
Got the Gift Of Gab of being "Outspoken"
I listen to the waves inside "Roaring"
The Storm inside keeps "Growing"
Tsunamis, Tornadoes, & "Hurricanes" "Inside"
Listening to the Roaring "Tides"
Gives me a Peace of "Mind"
The Rain drops from my eyes is the "Pain"
Everyday ain't Sunny so it has to "Rain"
Look how far I "Became"
Can't stop till the Operas "Over"
I write my Symphonies to release my "Horror"
An to release my "Aura"
To let my Energy "Hover"
Take Notes out the Music inside to let you all hear my "Music"
I tell tales that are not "Illusions"
These are Tarot Cards that "Illumine"
That I levitate an Use Them
I'm in the Flesh but I'm not "Human"
I'm "Divine" Created by the God in the "Sky"
Thankful to be "I"
Waiting on Revelations to Unmask my "Disguise"
Surprise
I'm a Angel but being an Angel gives me to Type of "Pride"
But I'm Gracious to be chosen to Spread my "Wings"
No High "Esteem"
Just "Humbleness"
I stay Humble in the Glory given from HIM in "Bliss"
An end to ?, I believe
I see your beautiful face in every drop of my tears.
I see your lovely face in every place, throughout our years.
I see your exquisite face haunt the very fiber of my fears.
I see your face upon the walls of my time.
I see your face every day, knowing you'd never be mine.
I see your face, it hurts me so, yet I want what is sublime.
I see your beautiful face slowly want to fade.
I see your lovely face and believe, superficially made.
I see your exquisite face empty and staid.
My heart beats to the incessant pounding of tear drops,
upon this tired old face, expressing the pain of loss,
the loss of what I never really had in the first place,
it all comes to the surface and is read all over my face.
Why ?, was I so receptive, so willing to sacrifice
my heart, my soul, my spirit, put them in the vice-
grip- of love, let it squeeze out every drop of life,
chop them up into tiny pieces with the Butcher's knife.
B.J."A"
September 6th 2009
An end to ?, I believe
Tue, Sep 15, 2009
I have always felt that you, never could care.
I hoped, but you never ever pretended to care.
It is now so clear, you will never be there.
That's my life, that's you, that's fate, so unfair.
There are these great, and heavy chains that seem to bind my heart to the thoughts of you, they're dragging me down.
The ride I took was as good as it could be, but the links that bind my mind to the thoughts of you are not very sound.
I can now see - with eyes wide open, not blinded by my love for you - that with you I will not see , love found.
My heart, my soul, my every moment in that beautiful dream, my life, my thoughts, you fill all, you surround.
Tales from the Crypt 2
Date: Tue, Jan 19 2016 at 12:34 PM
This A Tale from the Crypt Keeper
Of A Boy with Mystical,
Physical,
Spiritual,
Lyrical,
Features
Created as A Creature
With An Extroverted Demeanor
Inside him is Ether
That Burns as his Strength
Willing him to Persist
To hurdle the Roadblocks
Behind him on the Road is A Fox
But he's not Running
The Fox is the One Hustling
Jumping
Lunging
Tunneling
An Dungeon
For him to Fumble Within
In this Jungle
The Sun Shines even when the Moon Rise
Like the Sun gives Light to The Moon in the Night
Even in his Darkest Gloom it's Life
The Dark Storms gives Room to Bloom in the Light
God is with Him
No Matter How many is Against Him
Grooming him to be more Godly
In his Human Ungodliness
To the Essence an Element that Embodies Him
To Use him for Wisdom
Truth & Deliverance
Because darkness tries to Blemish
Light so without Two Can't Coexist
Darkness can't Comprehend
Light when it Transcends
On the Road where he walks through the Stresses
To Be Perfected cause his Story is A Testament
Cause His Glory is Destined
Of Course He has a Moral Deathwish
But not until the Oracle says his Time is Setting
At the End of the Road is Golden Gates
Gold Plates
With Light Shining
Like Ten Thousand Diamonds
Like Ten Suns Risings
Walking till he Gets to The Island
Paradise
Where He gets a Garment of White
Wings for Flight
An Crown of Life
He was Just walking through Day twas to Night
Another Day to Do Right
He's with God no matter the Critics
To see his Vision
His Mission
So he walks Humble with his Head High
To the Sky
On this One Ride
Battle of the Sexes
Date: Tue, Jan 19 2016 at 1:14 PM
He's not just Battling her Mind, Heart, but Spirit
Her Heart & Mind, and Soul to Triggering
If there's any Conflictions, Afflictions, To Endearing
Her Soul, Heart & Mind to Cheer Within
Through Her Flaws & Blemishes
To Love her Unconditioned
To Listen
More than Talking to Offering Apprenticeship
Fulfilling her Heart, Soul, & Mind Wishes
Of Love Continuous
In One with God as The Union in Unison Blending
As One in this Chemist Mixing
to An Ingredient Sufficient
Through Differences
Through this Love Commission
Stimulating
Motivating
Insinuating
Amazement
For her Beauty Radiating
Within her Heart Generating
And Soul Illuminating
Her Mind Designated
Through Trials & Tribulations
Temptations
Frustrations
Satan
And Treacherous Persuasions
For the Love to Be Undertaken
By the Satanist
Patience
And Being Patient
Through the Storms Facing
HAND in Hand Consolidated
Being Gracious
In the Love that Was Formulated
Respecting Her Mind, Soul, Body
Being Truthful in Honesty
Even if it's through Poverty
In this Wicked Economy
Two Anamolies
Two Souls Embodied
In One Another Commonly
Pushing Her towards Greatness to Be Greater
Making Her Breathless
Bringing Life through Kisses through the Breath Or Wind
Till the Last kiss has to Be Savored
Battle of The Sexes
A poem about World War 1.
(ich totete is German for I killed)
(J’ai tue is French for I killed)
(Yellow mist refers to Mustad Gas)
Not for them
this poem of life
for the pen is full of blood.
Writing the names of yesterday
on lichen memorials
washed by the tears
Of these forgotten years.
Not for them
a sunny day
only shadows from the cross.
Hiding their faces from tomorrow.
Stored in this warehouse of silence,
kept secret by churches reverence.
Not for them
to burn this candle of innocence
their light was sold for war.
To search out death in no man’s land
for machine gun and snipers hand.
Not for them
the words of love or the gift of flowers
for only poets can pick their dreams.
No nightingales and moonlit nights
or gentle caress upon the shore.
For death is but a moment,
Inspiration dies,
with the pain in soldiers eyes.
Not for them
to sleep in peace
or to wake to mothers bread.
Only memories of a yellow mist,
for the banshees long to be kissed.
Not for them
to lie to God
to say we did not kill.
For in death they can all say
Ich tötete, J'ai tué, I killed.
We who came from Eden,
are now comrades in heaven.
Not for them
to know the future
for we see only the graves.
Let this be our peace,
less we forget the meaning of war.
And pray historians will never write again,
with a pen full of blood, this poem,
Not for them.
My Worst Enemy
Date: Tue, Nov 3 2015 at 8:21 AM
I look in the Mirror an see that I'm not so "Pretty%
I'm Ugly sometimes I "Envy" me
At times I don't want to be "Friends" with me
At times I "Pity" me
No "Empathy" for myself "Defending" me
I drink "Whisky" while my soul "Empty"
While my head spinning like a "Frisbee"
Can't keep feeding off the negative "Energy"
Cause it has a "Chemistry"
Feeding off the "Memories" an "Miseries"
Pictures still painting in my "Imagery"
I'm my worst "Enemy"
Got a "Tendency" to thinking "Frequently"
While it aura's around my "Frequency"
It's odd life ain't fair an it will never be "Evenly"
What makes you better than me an we were made by God "Equally"
I shatter "Mirrors"
From the face "laughter" "Appearing"
Blood "Splattered" on my Knuckles while my skin "Tearing"
Eyes "tearless" while I'm "leering" at the mirror "Serious"
I keep punching until the other face not "Staring"
Swinging at ghosts that keep "Reappearing" an "Disappearing"
Furious an "Curious"
Eyes drenched with tears holding on to "Endearment"
Inside the heat "Blistering"
Letting the tears storm in a cup "Searing"
Then once they flare up I drink them for "Cheering"
Inside the motivation "Ear splitting"
Voices ringing in my ears not to "Give in"
You got to fight yourself an life everyday to Win "Against"
Force Within
Date: Tue, Dec 1 2015 at 7:10 PM
I lost my lil Brother to the *Violence"
An my First Cousin to the streets *Environment"
Got a Cousin doing Three Counts of "Life"
So I'm using Three Times the "Might"
To Climb Mountain "Heights"
With Three Times the "Strife"
An Four Times the *Hype"
That *Excites"
My "Motivation"
That Strikes my "Acceleration"
Focus is the word my Father always "Incinerated"
So Focus is always in my Mind "Condensating"
It Heightens my "Concentration"
Lost my Best Friend from Gang "Retaliations"
I'm still here so Redemption is mine for "Undertaking"
I'm A Aries & "Taurus"
On @ "Voyage"
My Cusp Of Power I'm "Absorbing"
My Success I will "Torrent" with "Torments"
And All Contestants I'm "Ignoring"
They All Challengers to the "Victorious"
Around me The Solar System "Orbits"
That keeps "Orbiting"
I bring Light in the Insight in my "Thesaurus"
My Spirit starts A "Metamorphous" with a "Metamorphosis"
My Spirit "Transforming" & "Evolving"
A "Trinity" inside me "Revolving"
So many haters it's "Caution" in the "Wind"
"Exalting" my shots with God in the "Gym"
They all Net now they don't Talk to the "Rim"
This Star Wars the Force is "Within"
I went with you to watch you perform
"You're really good at these" I said and applauded
Well, since you are a young man full of talents,
I even went to your football game.
You scored...
And I blew the Vuvuzela to my last breathe.
"Wow you really good at numbers,
an expert in swimming".
I couldn't lie you were very good at all.
Your medals I kissed,your trophies I polished.
But do you sometimes wonder what am I good at?
Tell me did you think God were unfair to some of us?
What did you think i used the pen for, huh?
For recording your scores?
Well, since you didn't bother to ask,
Let me brush it to your face.
Just to tell you about my pen while you still wonder.
It is my magical spade, deeply it digs into my heart.
I mean,it's my Life support machine.
The bridge,bond or joint...
whichever way you wanna call it
But to me is the strongest joint
Between my physical and spiritual being.
It's an engine driving me away from the Netherlands
In a nutshell it's my heaven.
This very pen praised your trophies and medals,
It inked every accomplishment you ever felt proud of.
Yes we both gave credits to you,
But have you ever bothered to...?
Date : Tue,8 May 2018