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Mangoes, Bamboos and Poems > Father
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Posted: May.12.2007 @ 2:41 pm | Lasted edited: May.15.2007 @ 4:38 am

the father who stood by me; and
the father who left me wounded.

the Father accepted me as I am
... with all my imperfections
the sound of my distorted laughter
the pain in my cries of mourning
the loudness of my pride in times of distress
the rudeness in my voice everytime I complain; and
the vile words I utter in contradiction of His plans;
... with all my inabilities
the faintness of my voice when I wanna fight for my truth
the shortness of my hands when I reach out
the shallowness of my understanding when He speaks to me
the weakness of my love, and the cynicism in my faith
All these… loving me still.

while this father that the Father gave me as a gift became a pain
...instead of taking care of me
has broken me into bits of pieces
has shattered my dreams of completeness
has evoked incomparable hatred
has questioned my upbringing, when in fact, I grew in his absence;
... instead of sheltering me
has left me in the open groping for love
has brought me so much shadows haunting my childhood… my youth
has outlined my path with so much emptiness; and
has deprived me of the chance
the chance to love him despite of and in spite of
whatever difference there may exist in between
the chance to forgive him face to face
alive and breathing
not in a glass-covered casket
unresponding…

Yes! He left me
not just once or twice or thrice
but left me many times I can no longer remember
call it selective memory or forced amnesia;
but I can vividly recall as loud as my cry
as clear as my tears welling from my eyes
that this time, when he left
there is no chance of returning; and
he carried with him my luggage
of hurt
of loathe
of grief
All these…

loving him still!

Mangoes, Bamboos and Poems > My Children
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Posted: May.12.2007 @ 2:39 pm | Lasted edited: May.12.2007 @ 1:41 am

You both…
   brought joy in our hearts
   beyond human comprehension,
painted a smile on our face
   that of which could reach our eyes;
mounted happiness into our system
   that couldn’t be leveled-off
rang laughter in our ears
   so closely that of angels
stretched a colorful hue in our world
   surpassing Van Gogh’s work of art;
stole hopelessness within us
   and transformed our perspective to optimism,
grabbed the selfishness in our souls
   recuperating the damaged fiber of our faith,
tied the tormenting past where it has to be
   delivering us to a renewed course,
relived the child in us
   forgiving… withholding nothing… loving…
And that is what we have to be…
   a prepared father…
   a prepared mother…
   responsible for the days to come
Because you, our children are gifts from God
   our most precious blessing…
for you both have opened the best in us
   as we would try to bring out the best in you
   journeying together in faith…
   and in love…

Mangoes, Bamboos and Poems > My Dearest Kids
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Posted: May.12.2007 @ 2:38 pm

My babies, you both are our joy
our laughter and sunshine
our dream come true.
 
Babies, you brought us life
brought us inspiration
brought us strength and pride.
 
Babies, you are the gift
made possible by God
and the miracle of our love.
 
Bea, we shall embrace you
from twilight 'til dawn
from your birth 'til our death.
 
Gaby, we shall protect you
from the evils of the world
and dichotomies of this universe.
 
Bea, we shall guard you
from the harmful winds of time
and the sweet lies of temptation.
 
Gaby, we shall see you through
'til all your dreams
and your heart so desires come true.
 
Yes, our babies, Papa and Mama shall forever be here
right beside both of you
Papa and Mama loves you both so
much…

Mangoes, Bamboos and Poems > Happiness in Love... Found
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Posted: May.12.2007 @ 2:33 pm

Daylight penetrated
my shadowy life
rays of hope
came like prophets
angels descended for the good news
proclaiming love … found!

But doubt hovered
my heart filled with fear
for the doomed value of my youth
and the principles I broke;
for the love found for eternity
that shed light to this
abandoned spirit
I may have bridged over sorrow
and crossed the darkness of tunnels
I may have fought the inevitable
and lost the stupid game they call love
but then again, I hoped
and my prayer was granted
he accepted this scorned soul
and embraced the beleaguered woman in me.

Then vows were made
but hey! Were they from Heaven?
Do I deserve happiness?
Do I deserve love?
Do I deserve him?
He may be the one
he has to be the one
deep in this wounded heart
stream a music that was searching
for the right note to be struck,
so love would radiate
from the unknown crypt
where I once hid
 from the selfishness of my prey

Now the chains were broken
the burden was lifted up;
the love I was once just yearning for
 conquered the fear that blinded me,
and has brought me home
 from that of which I thought
 was my sarcophagus
 of no return
and now I have known
 what real happiness is.

 
Yes! It’s in the arms of my husband
 it’s in the warmth of his embrace
 it’s in the song of his silence
 it’s in the melody of his voice
 it’s in the solitude I have found in his gaze
 it’s in the music of his laughter
 it’s in the joy of his love
Yes! It’s in this man
 that I have found happiness in love 
at last!

Mangoes, Bamboos and Poems > Happiness in Love
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Posted: May.12.2007 @ 2:28 pm | Lasted edited: May.12.2007 @ 1:32 am

Darkness… caves…
light… valleys and plains…
Where does this road lead me?
Rain poured… unexpectedly,
flood came, drowning my soul;
my heart pounding
eyes blurred with tears…
My mind traveling
way back…

Am I wrong?
Meeting love…
Meeting hatred…
Yet, chose to love again?
I came across sorrow in happiness,
I felt pain in love…
But I never learned!

Now, I wallow in misery… again.
Was it I?
Was it you?
Wasn’t it right for us?
I tried to understand
I know you gave your best, too.
Perhaps it was love.
Perhaps it wasn’t.
Or still, time wasn’t right
that you and I would be…

Wandering… I came to a stop,
“Do I love you?”
I listened…
“I’m no longer sure
as I was before.”
Was it because of pride?
I don’t know.
Then I let go…

Disguising myself…
I smile.
I laugh.
Thinking…
Oh! We really would never be!

Asking myself…
When would happiness
be real happiness
not pain clothe in joy;
When will love
be endless and true love?
Only heaven knows!

Hoping… wishing…
praying hard, too…
that in the right time
in a right place
with the right person
…I’ll find happiness in love…

Mangoes, Bamboos and Poems > Love Story
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Posted: May.12.2007 @ 2:18 pm | Lasted edited: May.12.2007 @ 1:22 am

The meeting …
… eyes met
… but there was vastness
… ambivalence penetrated …

The friendship …
… cared for
… and held tightly in heart
…yet hands off
… though spirits are connected …

The barrier …
… somebody was there
… feelings at stake
… thinking of the other
… but loving you still
… owning me …

The opening …
… thanks for texting
… then the dare
… undressed the pride
… turning to reality
… our dreams of yesterday
… unclothing our feelings …

The commitment …
… now it’s you and I
… thoughts wider in scope
… feelings deeper in core
… love not in question
… for it didn’t stop in the heart
… it included the mind
… it enclosed the spirit …

The love story …
My love story …
Your love story …
No longer mine and yours …
But ours …

Our Love Story …
… together …
… in happiness and in pain
… in sickness and in health
… ‘til death do us part …

Trashboard > Brian's Comment
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Posted: May.12.2007 @ 1:56 pm

I was reminded by one of your bulletins that you really put your thoughts out there for us all to see and read. You are truly gifted and I’m glad I took the time to read some of your writings to see just how correct Gracia is about what she has been telling me about you, you really are someone special, someone to be respected.

You are someone that has been blessed with a way of putting thought to pen and gifted with a very beautiful way of expressing it so that it really makes sense to all! You seem like someone that really does look to help her friends and to make sure they are happy and making sure their eyes are open to what is often standing right there in front of us, but sometimes it takes someone special to open ones eyes to see the hidden, to understand the meaning of what is not often seen but is there if you look deep inside, you are one of those people.

Mangoes, Bamboos and Poems > Shadows
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Posted: May.12.2007 @ 1:52 pm

Memories… painful?
Second chance… what for?
Memories… blissful?
Second chance… would it be worth it?

The past…
It came creeping
…down to the present;
Intertwined…
…with what there is.

Silhouette of the man…
Shadows of the past…
Forget me or
Forget me not…
Forgotten!

Ah! I’m here.
You’re from beyond.
A memory from the past…
…the shadow.
The present…
…my future,
No longer you…
…too late…

Memories seem to farce.
Too far to remember.
Less painful to forgive.
Your world,
isn’t my world;
And so is mine
it can never be yours.

For the present
isn’t the past.
and the future
will never be the shadow.
You belong to the past
the shadow
too hazy to haunt me.
My present…
My future…
No longer you…
…too late…

Mangoes, Bamboos and Poems > Living Anew
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Posted: May.12.2007 @ 1:46 pm | Lasted edited: Jun.27.2007 @ 5:11 am

I traveled.
I walked.
I ran.
I stumbled down,
But I rose.

I met happiness.
I met pain.
But above all,
I met you; who
Both gave me happiness
and pain.

I laughed.
I cried.
I loved.
I hated.

There was love; But
there was hatred.
There was passion; But
there was anger.

But above all,
there was you; who
both made me laugh
and cry…
made me love
and hate.

Dichotomies of life
I have known;
Man is born
to rest and work
to smile and cry
to live and die
to love and hate.

Now I walk.
I run.
I gather the pieces
of shattered dreams
of a bruised ego
of a broken heart
of an amputated spirit
of an aching soul
Healing… Me!

For after pain…
forgiveness;
After tears…
laughter,
After hatred…
love…
And after death
comes new life.
Building… a new Me!

I start my journey
carrying a smile
carrying strength
carrying wisdom
carrying hope…
hope that soon…
soon in this life
I’d meet reality
…real laughters
…real joy
…real peace
…real love.

For I am new
And it’s all because of
You.

Yamoj's Excretion > A Year of Faith's Perfection
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Posted: May.12.2007 @ 1:45 pm

I hope 12 beers & Tylenol didn’t leave you with a nasty ecstasy hangover by the time past New Year’s Eve rave parties ended. It’s because its time to start thinking on how to start another year from the scratch & leave bad memories behind. Last year was a bust. Only government officials become richer these days & more egos are ravaged by the high-priced markets & low wages (kaya nga may American dream din ako…). Talk about ironic proportions. Of course some things still remain the same. Your dog remains lousy. The president maintains she’s still a genius (with a Messiahnic archetype… maka-Jung ba?), when her cabinet’s recent performances make her look as smart as a dumb & boring monologue (with that winsome smile na ala-Michael V.). And there’s grandma with her bag full of Metamucil & Imdur for her maintenance. But look on the bright side, in a year when geezer flicks were big at the box office, at least we were able to hold on to something to start another year from.

This New Year means a new you. I for myself will stick a “No bitchin’ around” sign on my forehead. Not if that I wanted to, but I just can’t think of a more appropriate resolution for this year that would make me more tamed & patient than a rodent in distress. If last year has taught us anything, it’s that having the power of money on your side allows you to rampage foreign lands, subjugate their people & impose your own code of morality with impunity… Alas to Nicole. The VFA. & Viva to a corporal who have eaten women’s flesh raw, yet got nothing to lose but gain the comforts of an embassy. And the Philippine government, only without the Constitution to hold you back. That’s why I said last year was a bad year because we shouldn’t put all the blame on a country where Britney fans (excluding the panties & Paris Hilton…) is bigger than the Moslems. Well, if you were too busy with your 3G cellphones or too busy holding your pompoms cheering for a Manny Pacquiao who gained all the wealth but denounced his son, you should now look yourself infront of the mirror so you could see the phrase “My fault!” written all over your face.

So Santa never showed up & even took your rainbow socks to the local glue factory… I mean to the tiangge. Wonder if he knew all along that Mother Theresa is the saint of giving & that you just realized that he is a fraud? Anyway, New Years bring new hope. Everything will be shiny & brand new (that includes your moccasins worth a fortune & your rebonded hair…). Improve yourself & learn some history for you to make some of your own. Inspire & surprise people. I don’t know how, maybe learn a new language or go figure out your guitar. Accept challenges. Better yet, challenge the world. Be anything but average.

Enough already of looking back memory lane ‘coz you’ll just gonna get some bad stiff neck. Let’s move on & prepare for another nostalgic melodrama to happen in 2007 (erase that of Jang Geum…). From the scandals & intrigues (lalo’t di naman ikaw si La Greta!), let’s hope that last year will constantly remind us that life is one big joke. Just when you think your life is over, the problem goes away & dies. And here you are, aching for more drama. Now we look at a full year ahead & try to make every moment count & as significant as possible – from reading your daily papers or munching on your Go donuts. Go crazy! Make your life happen. Dress up in horribly fancy put-together outfits, join unforgettable catfights over a love affair gone sour, whatever it is, just turn every moment into a big event.

What’s nice about new year is that you see it as resolution to your old self, you know, you discover yourself & have more knowledge about yourself without the distractions of alcohol & rock music. You must not put a room for regret in your heart. Stop living from the past & instead put your mind to the present. After all, joy will not exist without sadness & there would not be a concept of reward without sacrifice. This year will be filled with bittersweet moments to savor. You surely wouldn’t just grow up physically, but you’ll be more mature perhaps. You’ve learned things that caused your innocence to ebb away little by little. You should feel sad that there’s something very comforting about a kid. You can get away with anything. Now, you have to be accountable with your own actions (except that when you’re a damned schizo…) & you can’t blame it on a Martini or something. That sucks!

But don’t get carried away. You’re probably excited about 2007 that you colored your calendar with so much optimism. Just hope that the turn of event won’t be anti-climactic. Looking back is always great though. It reminds you of lessons learned. But it’s imperative to be constantly moving & not get stuck in the past. Life has lots of ways to make you stronger while augmenting your sense of humor. Just like when life hits you hard on the face. Remember what I told you about life being one big joke?

Then you start laughing….

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