Here I put my hands to work
And before night fall, I should be home
Where I am the pillar and the frame.
This is my fad and my happiness.
Here I put the light on hands
To show and guide the team upright.
To those whom I loved the most,
This is my care and faithfulness.
Here I put my trust in you
That someday I would be like you
Or something else that you’ll be proud of.
This is you making things possible for me.
I dreamed of you
At the center of the tides,
With closed tranquil eyes
And satisfied lips
On your pale shy face,
Expressing deep love
And great compassion.
This ocean, your home,
Is a depot of tears, yet,
You knew that every tear
Is a smile in the sun…
…Then I woke up suddenly
On one frozen morning
Chilled before the virgin sun.
city downpour
bathes the city
night or day
You wake upon the morning sun
Only to find the way an endless path,
Everyday is life’s journey
And you’re going home with your torch.
As you consume time with life
Shall you find things are brief
But the knowledge you obtained is
A flame hoped to burn forever.
Magnify it in love and wisdom
To illuminate the way beyond the sky.
Life is light that burns like a flame,
It is your ship to the promised land
As you’re promised to live an everlasting life
One with the great Immortal Light.
Baguio rainy days –
abundant water supply -
a service that’s free
o! will-o’-the-wisp
of the marshland and cold night,
thou art fleeting thing.
hot and burning sun
under deep and clear river
is a piece of gold.
diamond stands time,
gold makes time so important,
love do the magic.
queen of rains arrived.
she travelled hot summer days
to bring cold months gift.
(about weather)
Clothed with times
The world has gone through.
Palliated with understanding;
Must be an approach made today.
Returning back to find glitches
To pick the lessons for the future to dispose.
And that to set a mind of reason
Is the fulcrum of things.
Living in the night
Is not drinking on blackened water.
T’is if night is for sleep and rest,
Then thought can be a firmament of peace.
Too, t’is the time the world dreams
For another day’s stirs and strides;
And like the water that seek its level,
The day reveals colors and boldness
While night shows lights and hopes.
In this world of human race,
Misfortunes occur while awareness grows.
Fostering brotherhood among the scattered
That in the broken places, understanding blooms.
Wealth and versatility determined by rags
Are justified at the other side
That either way accepted stoically
Through indifference and functionality.