Grab Some

The best thing about a cookie is, once you have it, it is either you consume it or you store it. Trust on the other hand is, once you have it, you have no choice but to keep it or consume it all, and consider it gone. Allow me to relate a cookie to trust, it may sound a bit silly, funny or whatever. Just please let me.

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A cookie is round, sometimes oval, sometimes square or it can be of any shape, but admit it once you see a cookie, there is an irresistible desire to eat it all no matter how it looks like, a cookie will always taste as such. It is sweet, a bit salty, some finds it a bit bitter, some add flavors, some make it simple, some make it taste too much, yet all of us have our different preference right? Admit it, once you see it you grab it easily and make the most out of it, but when the cookie is gone, not even a trace of it can remind of how whole the cookie was before you ate it, it is just the after-taste that remains and sooner it will also be gone. Like any cycle you do the same thing over and over once you have that “cookie encounter”. Some prefers swallowing the whole piece of it, like there’s no way someone can get this cookie from me thingy. Others prefer small bites, reserving every piece of it till tomorrow, kidding! Some wants it to be broken into half or even to 4, savoring each bit, while others store it as long as they want, until it expires and just be disposed to the trash bag. At one way or another it is our choice on how we do it, or on how we deal with it. Apparently it may sound like I’m making a big deal about it but come to think of it.

Trust is like respect it is not being imposed it is being earned and some may agree that “it takes years to have it and only a few seconds to destroy it”. Moreover trust is the core of everything be it in a relationship, career, or simply in our daily lives. If you don’t trust the person behind you on a train, man! That must have been a panic attack, or the vendor along the streets, or the stranger who’s asking for directions, or the teacher who taught you how to read, or the father who says that he’ll never leave you, or the friend you’ve known for years, and even the man you’ve loved so dearly. Trust can make new beginnings but it can also cast unhappy endings. Face it! It is really hard to trust anyone especially nowadays, where lying is just as easy as ABC’s and where pretending is as casual and cheating is a hobby and selfishness comes so easy. Fact, the trust you once had can never be retrieved by any means.

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Now, what is this silly analogy-comparison I’ve made between a cookie and trust well, I bet you have an idea. It is as simple as first, once you swallowed the whole cookie, expect that choke is coming right away, a glass of water may help (I bet); just like trust, if you easily and fully gave your whole trust to someone it can either make you feel good or bad, again it is your choice anyway, remember that consequences are just around the corner, careful. Second, small cookie bites take time, sometimes if it takes too long before you finish it the quality of the cookie is decreased, it may become a bit soft, or its texture may change and so on, just like in trusting someone it is good to take time and seize each moments and learn from it but the negative thing about taking too much time is that, it may change, its quality, the person you knew may have different preference, maybe he change for some reasons or time has made you and him grew apart. A bit dramatic and sad, but yes it happens sometimes. Third, some breaks the cookie to half, making sure that it’ll be as equal as it can be, but the thing is, as you break it into half, you may have not notice that the small particles that once made that cookie whole are falling down the floor and later swept on, see the thing, the more we make sure that it is fair and equal and suitable for all it just turns out that some of its components are gone, we oftentimes ignore the little things we do for others like trusting them can make a lot more difference if we gave it our all or if we just learned to set boundaries to refrain the scenarios of being hurt and betrayed. See that? That is quite a long reasoning but come to think of it being a bit obsessive is sometimes not good at all. Lastly, some chooses to keep the cookie until it expires, some are afraid to take risk or just too lazy to do stuffs or just, they don’t really like it at all. Trusting someone is a risk, weither you like it or not you’ll invest a portion of it to someone, others find it so hard because they are afraid, maybe because, they’ve been hurt, or they’ve been changed or they’ve just learned their lesson. The thing is it is also good to be silent sometimes, and just stay on the shelves to avoid dramas and confrontations but the thing is, you’ll never realize the truth, you’ll never learn if you will deprive yourself, you’ll never enjoy, you’ll never be satisfied.

Bottom line is we just have to be honest for us to be trustworthy. No matter how much trust someone has invested on us and no matter how we’ve known and not known each other, honesty can bind us all, you can include sincerity if you like. It is not the type of cookie or the manner on how you take it but it is the genuineness of your heart that will defy your every means when it comes to trusting and being trusted by someone. No specific ingredient is needed on this; it is just you who has that power to make each bite the sweetest. Get rid of the bitterness that you may taste by trusting the wrong people, even so, learn to appreciate it because for once you’ve been oriented on how is it like to have a taste of it, learn from it. Now grab that cookie and make sure you’ll enjoy it because that’s why it is made, to satisfy our cravings, to ease our hunger, and to enjoy every piece of it with laughter. I trust you on this buddy!

-FRG

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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

Elsewhere

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take me elsewhere, under the sun or in front of the sea
hid my pain from the grains of sand on my toes
run with me, through this infinite blue sea
wandering all day of what it could be
if you and I haven’t bid our goodbyes
if you and I stood still and never questioned why
take me high, higher than the clouds
touch my heart and feel thy beat
walk with me through this endless beauty
begging you to stay and asking you to please don’t leave me
if you and I were meant for each other
if you and I can stay together forever
perhaps I wouldn’t be struggling alone
walking barefooted under the sun
feeling the heat burning my skin
asking myself where should I begin
now that you’re gone
i have nothing left but this triumphant dream of you
walking and running with me
indulging into this deep blue sea
where love has begun and took its end
with this truthful hopes of one day
you’d take me elsewhere
under the sun or in front of this sea
again
once again… or never again…

#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

Picture-Perfect

I’ve got my camera and the lights are ready
The location is set and the background is empty
Many came and showed me that they were happy
Hid their sorrows and feelings of being weary
Though some can’t contain their emotion and became teary
They all said that they will never leave me

Dim the light, picture-perfect, click
The camera didn’t work
And the location turned out to be full of strangers
I was left alone at the middle of the show
With no one to turn to
Or might have someone to say hello to
Oh so weird and tragic but true

But then i turned around and saw you coming
Smiling and beaming with positivism
Showed me that life is still worth living
Even if my camera isn’t working
And there were no familiar face smiling
Even if the lights are dimming, there is still reason to believe in
That there can be another set
New location and crowd to deal with

Many have left and few have chosen to stay
Helped me conquer the fight and play
Stood all night and day
With ample resources of faith and joy everyday
Filling up this large frame and memories
With photos that are equally claimed as a masterpiece
Making each shot a picture that is exceptionally perfect

Surreal

just when I thought that it wasn’t real

it suddenly hit me and wounds aren’t bearable to conceal  

with this holes and spaces in between

patiently waiting to be filled

with truthfulness and sincerity to dig in 

 

I wish that I wasn’t able to feel

this kind of pain that is surreal

that paralyzes my mind and heart

more than just being ill

picking up the pieces, embroidering its parts

forming this broken piece of art 

 

tell me it’s not a big deal

that it’s just another ordeal

enabling me to feel

how love can grow and how it can easily be killed 

detailed by pieces and cuts

makes you wounded and scarred

for at last

the art of loving someone is conceived by a pain that is surreal 

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