Courage above All

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Haiyan

when you came we’re almost prepared, we heard of what you can do
we learned of how strong you were
when you came it was a good day, wrapped in blue and a sunny day
never knew that you will destroy the day
oh what a dismay
you ruined the day and paved no way
dark clouded skies and rustling winds
freezing cold over the frigid place
fear and panic, everyone’s on a race
to survive, and with a question of how to thrive
when they’ve lost enough
living through rough
hungry and thirsty
homeless and barefooted
soaking wet and empty-handed

when you came you didn’t warn us
that more than the strong winds and heavy rains
is the pain that can’t subside
the strife to continue life
the grief of asking why
and the people on a battle cry
when you came you wiped them all
the greatest gifts for all
but what you did was enough
to show us the reality of who is goo and bad
of how is it to be lonely and sad
when everyone is mad
and some remained grateful and glad
for unity was at hand

when you came, many flew in
sincerest sympathy and help were flooded
helping hands and strong ties were driven
overwhelming gratitude from different countrymen
men and women
rich and poor
from different places around the globe
pledged for one move
and that is to lend a hand and improve
thy place of devastation where a single move is a major cure

you showed thee that everyone’s heart is pure
to give some remedy to the poor
of how everyone can be a tool
to fixate something that was doomed
blessed are we, for we found strength
to stand still and mend
the wounds of this storm through your hands
i must commend
we’re one nation, one world
after all

when you came you made us feel hopeless but when you left you showed the power of progress through this people, and to everyone
who’s been battling its way out through the storm

Letting Go

Maybe it’s the broken piece that holds me back,
It is the same piece that pierced my soul
It is the same piece that left a hole
A hole that was emptied for so long ago
A hole left to be as numb as before
Perhaps it could be the stab at my back
The stab that broke my heart into half
Half, that I can’t rebuild it again
Half that I forgot how to forgive and be forgiven
But who am I to keep this wound
For I know it will heal and I’ll eventually feel good
For nothing is permanent in this cruel world
But to please allow me, to say this words
Pierced or stabbed
Half or whole
I am finally letting you and all this, go

#FRGturnsONE

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If I would be lost for words, I’d seek for what is within

If I may have lost myself, I’d seek for what is at hand

If I have no place to run, I’d walk slowly and find my way through the sun

And if I would write again

I would say thank you for 365 days of strong-willed power of writing

For expressing what is within

For finding what tends to be hidden

And realizing that there has to be no end

For something that God has bestowed me and made me driven

To satisfy and embellish what is given             

With ain’t no potential, pride and mischief to be proven

Again I thank you all for what is, was, has been written.                 

A Stranger Has Stared

I hate how some strangers stare

It’s as if I owe them an explanation that they can’t convey

Or they have tons of comments to say

Everyday

It’s like they’ve always crossed my way

Passed by my side, did stared and looked away

I’ve got used to it day by day

Today

I pretend to ignore that stranger that is coming my way

But deep inside and always, I’ve never failed to wonder of what they are thinking

Of why they are staring

Or at the back of their minds, what are they saying

The next day

Someone stared and kept on asking

Of what am I doing?

Then I smiled and said “I was doing nothing”

Then he smiled back and said

“There is more to life than earning, more than seeing is perceiving

More than doing is persevering, and more than just staring is to be caring and believing

Loving and giving

Understanding without judging

Helping without counting

Listening without complaining

And most of becoming more than living…”

And as I look back from that day

I thank that man who’ve crossed my way

He helped me to get on my way

Day by day

Even a hundred or a thousand stranger might have stared

I’d give them a smile with a glare

Instead of comparing and or competing or might be envying

I would walk, straight ahead on my way

Towards the greatness of the life that I have to live day by day

Tones of Peace

i just find it so skeptical to lose someone who’s been so rational

tied by tones, melodies, and was fund of those musicals

hysterical

thank you for making me believe that my instrument is phenomenal

or may be at times dramatically spectacular

indeed someone like you would be remembered

to be as endearing and as joyous

thank you and may you rejoice with our creator

Morning Sun

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morning sun hear me sing

with this power of faith within

and the burning passion I’m feeling

hear me sing

with this fresh air I’m breathing

and this goodness I’m feeling

quench my thirst and my grieving

for there is nothing left but believing

that as the sun will rise

I will be freed and becoming…

someone, or something

worth living

with everything that’s inside me

is the truth that defy s me,

the reality that molds me,

and the real person that haunts me 

under this tree in front of this beautiful sea

I can foresee…

that there is hope that awaits me 

Lit the Fire

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One night at the middle of darkness

Frightened and filled with sadness

Frail and weak, fear was conceived

Strength was drawn with nothing perceived

Deceived

Blinded and filled with emptiness

Covered with such pain and loneliness

Feeble and indecisive

Lost with those ego and id

Believed

Lit the fire, light up the night

Burning woods and smokes were high

Ignite thy feeling and let thee fly

Dignified and with pride

At the middle of this dark night

I found thy way and light

Through this fire

I’ve found thy way to thrive  

Would you rather be What?

I was just enticed by a simple talk from our professor; she was talking about a carrot, a coffee bean and a hard-boiled egg in a hot-pot of boiling water. She compared the boiling water to a situation where in everything seemed to be uneasy, crucial and unpredictable, while she paralleled the carrot, the egg and the coffee bean to the people who are under such difficult situation.

The question was, would you rather be a carrot, a coffee bean or a hard boiled egg?

Having a difficult situation in one’s life is unavoidable thus it makes us stronger, it helps us grow and molds us to be better, but what if everything seemed to be so unpredictable, what would you tend to be, or how would you cope up with the situation?

A carrot on a hot-pot tends to be softened, weakened, and deformed.  In a situation that the carrot is into, it tends to just surrender and let the hot water mold its core and just do nothing at all. Where in nothing can’t be driven out of, and where everything seemed to be impossible, people just like the carrots tend to give up, tend to be lax and do nothing, softened by the situation, weakened by the circumstances, now, would you be a carrot?

On the other hand, a hard boiled egg was also on the same pot of boiling water. Obviously you would consider it to be strong, tough and brave. But have you considered that the egg’s shell is still fragile, breakable and weak.  It may have deceived you of its solid core but deep inside it’s still tender and soft. At times people may tend to establish their strongest core, but most of the time they tend to forget what’s inside. And eventually that makes them weaker, for they don’t know their missing out the most important thing and that is to draw the strength from inside than to ponder your strength to cover the weakness on the outside. Now would you be a hard boiled egg?

Lastly, a coffee bean was dumped into the boiling water and what will it do? Eventually it will be mixed up with the water, as they say it will bring out the best in the situation. Its granules will be scattered but in turn will produce an outcome that will fit the water, making it more productive and visible, it may have not considered the weakness and strength drawn from it, but instead it tends to blend in and made the best result out of the worst situation

Now what? Would you rather choose to be as what?

Maybe it’s easy to say that being a coffee bean would be the best choice, but have you realized that at times being a weak carrot or being a fragile egg would mold you to be the best person you can be. In every situation given, any conflicts, troubles and problems we tend to bend our core and struggle to be the best person after the warm situation. After all that boiling water will be cooled, just like our lives, not every day is a hot boiling point, we just have to be the best person that we can for us to fit the situation, surpassing the chaos, regaining dignity, establishing stability and living a life full of dignity.

The Crippler of Strength

the brave crippler at the middle of the night

has walked for mile, and was deprived of light

hope seemed to be out of sight

the rain poured and the wind has blown

into the same direction, walked by the same old frustration

motivation, realization…

the brave crippler at the middle of the night

was lost in the streets, having nothing to eat

but is still walking, with tired feet on the filthy streets

met some strangers who are more hungry and can’t accept defeat

indeed

the crippler was bound to be weak

but sees the strength to walk through the street

filthy or not

hungry or not

the crippler is the epitome of strength

to push though the darkest night

conquering tumultuous fright

ignite…

even when no one seemed to care and ask why

it’s the greatest strength drawn from an  in-depth faith that no one can ever defy

walk by….