Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Beyond the bounds of desire...

Love strengthens a failing courage,

Love rouses a quiescent hope,

Love kindles the unmoving passion,

Love wakes a resting soul

Thursday, August 21, 2008

...Fail No More...

Awake in the silence of midnight,
greeting the unseen,
reflect on yesterday,
weep for the loss,
prepare for the inevitable,
fail no more...

Love Endures

from the lifeless desert, the wild city of the homeland, to the place beneath the earth, love endures

in the disparity of time, the extreme distance, the abyss of silence, the demand of existence, love endures

will stand through test of divergence, waves of tempestuous passion, love endures....

Wednesday, August 20, 2008


Let me a quote a paragraph in the short story written by Chekhov, "About Love":
"How love is born," said Alehin, "why Pelagea does not love somebody more like herself in her spiritual and external qualities, and why she fell in love with Nikanor, that ugly snout-we all call him 'The Snout' - how far questions of personal happiness are of consequence in love - all that is unknown; one can take what view ones likes of it. So far only one incontestable truth has been uttered about love: 'This is a great mystery.' Everything else that has been written or said about love is not a conclusion, but only a statement of questions which have remained unanswered. The explanation which would seem to fit one case does not apply in a dozen others, and the very best thing, to my mind, would be to explain every case individually without attempting to generalize. We ought, as the doctors say, to individualize each case."
True, we cannot generalise a certain meaning pertaining love, thus the discussion about love in this story goes on and on, and these men try to rationalize things about love... but there is one thing that the story wanted to tell.. Carpe Diem, seize the moment, because of the mundane concerns of the character in this story, concerns on ethics, work, professional life, he missed that opportunity to fulfill his love...
Seize the day, the moment... as it may be too late.
They say 'Carpe Diem' is the axiom of the reckless... if it will entail recklessness to enjoy living... why not....

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Prison Cell by Mahmoud Darwish

Mahmoud Darwish, one of the great poets of our time passed away, he has touched the lives of a lot of people... People who still long for a homeland...

When I was working in Saudi Arabia, I have lots of Palestinian friends, who's sentiments were shared with me, Mahmoud Awad, Hassan Abo-Nofal and their families, and others. I always travelled back to my homeland Philippines then for vacation, and I would say, 'I'm going home'... And they would say... 'It's good you have a home, we don't'.

For you my friends.. let me share you this moving one...

The Prison Cell

by Mahmoud Darwish

It is possible...
It is possible at least sometimes...
It is possible especially now
To ride a horse
Inside a prison cell
And run away...
It is possible for prison walls
To disappear,
For the cell to become a distant land
Without frontiers:
-What did you do with the walls?
-I gave them back to the rocks.
-And what did you do with the ceiling?
-I turned it into a saddle.
-And your chain?
-I turned it into a pencil.
The prison guard got angry.
He put an end to my dialogue.
He said he didn't care for poetry,
And bolted the door of my cell.
He came back to see me
In the morning,
He shouted at me:
-Where did all this water come from?
-I brought it from the Nile.
-And the trees?
-From the orchards of Damascus.
-And the music?
-From my heartbeat.
The prison guard got mad;
He put an end to my dialogue.
He said he didn't like my poetry,
And bolted the door of my cell.
But he returned in the evening:
-Where did this moon come from?
-From the nights of Baghdad.
-And the wine?
-From the vineyards of Algiers.
-And this freedom?
-From the chain you tied me with last night.
The prison guard grew so sad...
He begged me to give him back
His freedom.

Friday, August 15, 2008

My Gems (Part 3 of 3) Kyle - My Turquoise

My artist one
He was a skinny passive boy, being push around
He was made to learn aikido and give other guys one round
Eyeglasses made him look an unattractive nerdy
But we were surprised to see him being followed by some girlie
Learned the recorder when he was in year three
Will play it everywhere I didn’t realized how annoying it could be
Computer games is on one of his top priority
Sleeping so late awake until the wee hour of three
Music he looks at it passionately
He plays his guitar exceptionally
Teachers, colleagues, relatives, and family
Admire him playing and give him a glee
A brother so sweet to his sisters
He’ll save money and buy gifts on their birthdays
To be the man of the house we ask
Responsibilities he takes without qualms
Even in the middle of his company
This young man will say I love you comfortably
My Artist One

My Gems (Part 2 of 3) Shelley - My Amethyst

My intellectual one.
She is the one born with lipstick on her mouth
My makeup I would notice always used and out
Long hair was her illusion when she was eight
Skirts she would put on her head as an alternate

She’s got talents, singing is what we encourage

To sing, Lola and mommy will pay her change

She joins singing contests, plays, beauty pageant

I thought I was seeing the making of a legend

She is not lazy, she runs around like crazy
Especially if she has to go in a hurry
Passionately she will express her opinions
You’re not supposed to say no for any reasons
She keeps her diary to every second

Organized things better than any administration

She could run for any government positions
For she wears jovial smiles that shows her affections
My intellectual one

My Gems (Part 1 of 3) Jammy - My Blue sapphire

My blue sapphire - Jammy My creative one,
She draws and sketch and paint,
Will overturn her Mac to produce a page,
Renovates her room three times a week
Picks up her camera, frown, and shot in a wink
Spends lavishly when it’s aplenty
Counts every cents in scanty

Her wardrobe must come from top brand
Fashion is a priority she wears on her band
Imagination took her places,
Make-believe friends I see no faces

Freedom is what she will fight for
Will go her way even if it will take her on her four
She is passionate in what she believes in
Will pray for everyone even if it takes her all evening
She will not talk when she is upset
But in good mood will smooch you to a set
She holds onto things because of its value

Her close friends are dearest to her even if afew
My creative one