Handprints on my glass

In the Cornfield of sadness I cannot walk A Drinking Boy thirsty for delight A silent and loner man who never talked Petrified I am and timid in my own flight. Embracing my heart without fervor is vain Feeding my soul without zeal is certainly wasted Just adding grieve to my core full of pain Heaven on earth, flavorful yet never been tasted. Running out of happy thoughts to think I cannot fly high in the middle of struggle and tussle From the highest hill to deepest lake I sink But strived back to the land and return to the battle. Read and see my soul in my first sorrow Inflict a blade of pain to my wounds deeper To the green corn moon I eagerly stare for tomorrow Chance and glee to God I will whisper. Understand and ease my strife Cleanse my spirit by your wonderful heart Regret is when I look back over my life But your love eases my trouble and doubt. In the Cornfield of sadness I once walked Conquering mind is what I got And lovely and beautiful soul Blo

Natuto akong magtiis ng hirap Naranasan kong lumuha at mahapis Nasaktan ako sa maraming dalita’t lungkot Wala na akong dapat ikatakot Namanhid na ako sa sakit Kung ano pa ang darating sa buhay Di ako mananamlay Sa pananalig at paglilingkod sa Iyo Nalampasan ko ang lahat ng pighati Ang mga hilahil, pagsubok at bagabag Sa awa’t tulong at pagmamahal Mo. Maraming tao ang napapahamak Maraming sa Iyo ay di nakakakilala Sapagkat sa mga diyus-diyosan sila’y sumasamba Sa mga imahe at larawan Na inanyuan ng mga tao lamang Hindi sa ispiritu at katotohanan Ako ay mapalad at pinili Mo mula sa karamihan Na ang bilang ay tulad sa mga buhangin sa dagat Inililigtas Mo ako sa lahat ng uri ng kasamaan Ikaw oh Ama, ang nakilala kong iisang Diyos na tunay Espiritu sa kalagayan Ang Pinakamarunong at Pinaka-makapangyarihan Simula ng aking kabataan, naranasan ko na ang Iyong patnubay At ang mga himala Mo na nangyari sa aking buhay. Ikaw ang May-ari ng aking buhay at lakas Ikaw ang Ma

12 Gates of Knowing Original version (2001) Slight Revision (2017) Gate 1, Be Sweet; Janus Artelius opened the door Wanted to dance on my floor Instead she sang 8 Days a Week But she was so pale and so weak She demanded me to be sweet As I was as innocent as a sheep Recipient of a letter-- stay as salty as you are Demanding as she wanted me to fly so high She left me by writing Goodbye Plagiarized lyrics from Air Supply. Gate 2, Be Jealous; Charity Aid walked along my Winding Road She came to me so gorgeous and bold While I wanted to walk in Penny Lane Just that so simple and plain Popularized by the Fabulous Four I have reached the highest score I crossed the bridge as I stepped there But I guessed, got my fair share When I saw her laughing with another kid I never begged for love or even through a bid. Gate 3, Be Cautious; Yankee Doodle knocked on the heaven’s gate And she squarely walked in the very sharp blade She smiled and sat on my lap With a nerv

You recall when you sat on the floor She opened the door And asked you, “What’s on your mind?” The Bishop riding a Horse While the Queen glances as the King eats And the hand takes the shit “Want to see a piece of my mind?” You said, when she smiled and replied, “Yeah, what’s the piece on your mind?” You kissed your queen like a brave-heart king Like there is no other queen Staring at your aqua blue screen When the million stars like a supernova sting Emerging, burning, gliding, exploding In the distressed sky Where all the cores sauté and fry Yet she’s grinning and pleased; Electrified with made-up bliss.

Somehow this atmosphere of casualness Slithering slowly to creep out Like million words of encouragement Leading to fear, dismay and fright; A pain in your eyes when you beam and grin With a despairing heart in your delusion Sorrowful news flashing in your screen Your heart meandering gently to confusion; In this game of fools, you’d never win Like a fighter in the one-sided podium Harshly wounded by a false pledge Crying--shedding tears is your only medium.