Handprints on my glass

When I cross the bridge of uncertainty And the valley of fear and sorrow And the path seems so narrow The alley has spikes and snakes Seems no light at the road's end I will bend my knees And vow my head Whisper a prayer, my steering wheel. It is my compass, my roadmap Though the mountain is so foggy And the hill is so rocky And the clouds appear so dark And my tires become insignificant I will spread my arms Lift my head to the sky Whisper a prayer, my tried and tested tire. And the bridge became certain The valley rejoiced with blissfulness And the path widened its road The alley has grasses and roses There's a light in the road's tunnel When I bended my knees And vowed my head There was an answered prayer. My precise compass, my accurate map And the mountain's path was so clear The hill was so lovely Blue sky in a wonderful day Tires and wheels, perhaps useless in my journey Just faith and a whisper, needless to say Will lead you in your destination, with a gratefu...

From the galactic plane of Milky Way Is an area of obscured skies Spans roughly and widely on either side Home of the million lies Like fake friends on your back and below Traitors sneer behind the sights That overly invisible in your senses Perilous on your lovely flights. I’d rather be alone flying In this savage and desperate sky Than holding the hands of the false chums Fondling the palms of the untruth and lie Bridging the gap of Zone of Avoidance Is like wishing for my own extinction From the optical wavelengths -- I nullified them ‘Awakened and learned from their deception.

You’re only a pawn in their game Invisible yet flaws can’t conceal So how does it feel? Blinded, muted and lamed. Religion is Love So there is no burning hell But inside your head, Oh well, There is hell, but do not dive. This is just an ode for freedom For in this world of slavery And the damn unjust society As rare as gold; the wisdom. Ain’t no sunshine in breaking dawn, But shade of darkness And strange blissfulness And you just like a rolling pawn – alone.

Don’t know what to think Some are feeding their dreams Others stay and stay stagnant But who‘s happier and who’s not? In this mobile world In the expanding universe All who fly can reach the sky And so the one can kiss the sky by just setting foot on the ground While others slide, hence crying in chasing it You don’t need wings You don’t need power You don’t need strings Just your mind, it is your power Love is your wings and strings You can still fly by standing on your land Believe me, when love is on your hand You wouldn’t slip and slide For God will be at your side.

In this book of life written by our tears As we read it chapter by chapter, page by page There was a lovely pledge of always loving you Forever, as we cannot reckon up the stars in the midnight sky As infinite as the universe created by the Maker As boundless and timeless as an empty space with no boundary Until hell freezes over, until the cows come home I will be in love with you. As we turn the page As we grow older and live longer Even if the page would turn into yellow And all of our dreams are not plausible I will still be loving you. There were lonely pages too of almost losing you For all that we are just tiny spots in the vast space But the pain we got marked deepest scars In the face of the moon, in the land of unknown planet But I vowed to always loving you With your beautiful mind Our love will be the loudest piece in the unfathomable masses of stars So everlasting, beyond the place that we couldn't imagine Even when the eternal light will not shine...

Beyond flying under the radar, is to inflict death by a thousand cuts Further than the hot wind that could possibly reach, in several islands of Pacific Around the globe, around the planet The chemical, the weapons, the nuclear, will lead to mass destruction Insults after insults, deranged old man against the little rocket man Where do we go from here? Innocent lives in danger, cause by an anger Wise men are more boorish than the fools -- In the end we will all shake off! The angels are crying, the ancient souls are mourning….. And another civilization with stone and sticks will emerge again Guided by the travelers from the space From the desert and wilderness, people will rise like an ape The harmless people, the primeval ones with no knowledge at all History will repeat itself, and so the people will persist to live on Earth And the life and the struggle will go on, and on and on.

Love @ many sights by R.H. Garbo Chapters 1. Mga Ms. Kirina L. Andipa 2. Name Game 3. May “Brit-Vis” accent 4. Height is might 5. Walang "breeding" 6. Ms. Cum Laude 7. Pantasya ng bayan 8. Drama queen 9. Joke only 10. Ang pogi ng "Ex" 11. Ang "yayaman" nyo 12. Ideal Woman sa manhid na puso PROLOGUE Ako si Vicente P. Inocencio, Vince for short, 36 years old na at tubong Makati.  Wala pang asawa, at hindi ko alam kung magkakaroon pa. Pasintabi sa mga kakilala kong mga bading o silahis, pero hindi ako kabilang sa kanila, sadya lamang na may mga pagkakataong natakot akong magmahal at hindi pinahintulutan ng tinatawag nating dakilang tadhana. Kung magiging matandang binata ako ay okay lang, maipagmamalaki ko naman na naranasan kong umibig nang bulgar at nang lihim hindi lang minsan kundi nang maraming beses, kung ito nga ay matatawag na pag-ibig. Natutunan ko ang kasabihang "Love at first sight", pamilyar din ako sa mga kantang ...