To Have Everything

I missed blogging this on her birthday and their wedding anniversary. I hope they forgive me for the delay.
Belated Happy birthday and belated happy anniversary. And to top all that, congratulations!

To Have Everything 

To have everything is what every person craves

We are greedy creatures even when we deny that we are

I always thought that love was something to have

But the day I met you all wanting stopped

I knew that hunger was something I could forget

And that time is something that flies when I am simply staring

Dreaming stopped being enough 

To have you in my life is all of them coming true

I never thought that we could be an us.

Once there was just you and me,

Now that you have given, more than a man can wish for

I know what it is to be full

It's always been my wish to be able to rhyme

Perhaps that is why God made me a romantic

Still the words escape me and I chose to act

Then again there are poets for friends to rely on

To have you is like never being tired

Of shouting in the middle of a crowded street 

That I would love you for all of my lifetimes

To have you with me to the end of all time

There is no other treasure but YOU

There is no other life but OURS

There is no other wish but this 

That you feel that having me is enough.

 

Just of Kicks

There is something to be said about love

And there is a lot to be said about doing things just for KIXs

But it's always a great thing to count that one BLESsing that you know only you can share 

To the past that was full of laughter and youth

To the future that would spread to a lifetime of memories

Do things just for Kix and continue to be a BLESsing to each other. 

Congratulations on your special day!

 

A Saint's Prayer

I look from heaven and I weep

I see so much suffering and grief

Water that brings life
Rain that must feed the land
Took lives that are yet to bloom

I stand my ground and hold my heart
Pray to the Lord that He help me
To shine hope into the lives
Of those who are left behind
And once again renew their faith

In my life I faced countless risks
So short it must have been
I often wondered how it would have been
If I lived beyond
My short-lived seventeen years

Could I have reached more disbelievers
Or would I have lost my way?
Did he ask me to come home
Because it was enough, what I had done?
Was my mission really complete?

I hear the rant of those who claim
That prayers and miracles are untrue
I look at their moral virtue
Their bible wielding and anger
I shake my head and want to scream

From the clouds from which my feet barely touches
I wanted to go back home and tell them
One by one, each in a dream or awake
To tell them a message I have always known
"Faith is faith, love is love, act upon it."

If you have time to judge the man
Whose robes are different from yours
Whose prayers sound unusual or alien
Then you have time to ask him
"What do you ask for in your prayers?"

They would be surprised to hear
That they too ask for peace
That they too ask for a better tomorrow
That they too ask for love
That they too ask for forgiveness

That they too thank Him
For the love He has given
For the lives that He saved
For the challenges that made them stronger
And for the faith that they found once more

Speak to me or whisper
And I will tell Him what you said
Ours would be a conversation between friends
Comrades of the same army
Both soldiers of His Faith

Surely He can hear you
As He heard me then
He knows of your sufferings
He knows He made you to endure so much
And that your reward is to be here with me

In the halls that never tarnish
In the carpet of clouds and light
Where none suffer or grief
I will welcome them when they come
Those ill-fated children

Pedro Calungsod

I hate it when people talk about religion and they bash on each other. There is a specific reason why I don't talk about religion with my friends. I am a Catholic by birth and I know the dogma and truths behind my own religion. But I would never bash someone for being a Baptist or being an Iglesia Ni Kristo follower. I would never demand that a person read the bible or tell them they are Pagans. 

Religion is just religion. Faith is faith. I know mine is in the right place. I don't have to take attendance to make it strong. I know that I am thankful for all the blessings that I have in my life. I know that God would never let me take on more than I can bear. 

If anything bad happens, I know that I would be strong enough to keep to the values my mother and father had taught me. But I know that I can ask for forgiveness and do something to make it up to them and my God. Because mine isn't a teacher who takes attendance but a constant mentor to love others and to be true to who I am.

Waiting's End

The lady looked beyond the banks

Where the water hits the rocks

Flowing salty tears go down

And joined the sea at once

Her sun-kissed hair flying

As her soul stared dying

Thinking that beyond this sea

Her beloved holds with no glee

The duty to save the country

And fears as she strokes her hair gently

"That he will not return to me

With the same love I used to see

In his dark beautiful eyes

A love that never dies."

Gradually he walks 

Stepping on the sand and tiny rocks

Decided to meet a deadly stop

To her endless sobs

Across the vast waters

A man lies on the ground, his mind yonder

He dies with this last breath

She drowns with this last thought, 

"Forgive me, my love

For I made you wait too long."

Original : 07/09/2001 9:22 a.m. 

This is one of my super old poems. They were written when I was in high school. When I was in college I made a Filipino version of this for a class. I would have to unearth it before I can post it. Lately, I have been wondering where all my old poetry writing self went. Maybe she is still around here somewhere. I'll find her. And maybe return the semblance of my old self once more, my realistic view of the world and the poetry that I lost in the past might just save me from going back to my old cynical self. 

Grateful Feet

You don't see a single pair of footsteps
Ahead of you or behind you
At the beach, on the muddy street
Or the fields that men have tilled

There is always someone in front of you
And those who are left behind
Trying their best to catch up
And fit their feet in your footprints

Sometimes those feet are bigger than yours
And you feel like yours can't fill the space
But there are others too that are the right fit
Feel like your feet belongs there

Ignoring the pain of walking that long
Is a tedious task at best
It's fine to whine, bend and stretch
As you as you do not forget to take another step

Towards the future, the end of that horizon
Where you will realize and will see
That there are most footprints in front of you
But look back and see that yours will be filled out too.

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My feet has been suffering lately and I realized that I don't feel bad when they do. Because they remind me that I went somewhere and had done something when I could just as easily said no and stayed curled up in my bed. I am not depressed or anything. I am just lazy at times.