Handprints on my glass

Sometimes tears and weeping are not all meant for sorrow perhaps a channel for unloading the burden from your heart like a storm in a starless and darkest night That gives rainbow, After the dimness, Alike smiles and laughter are not always means bliss. Leaning on someone's shoulder is sometimes painful you will learn that even too much sunrise could burn you and being an island as well is aching and distressing that you deprive your soul to see the beauty of a friendship. Sometimes the good plans are not fruitful even you designed it splendidly while the quick and impulsive idea is a success that wonders you what went wrong. Figuring out something is wrong somewhere                                Similar to looking for a needle in a haystack And the witty minds are the ones who failed While the ignorant man lives happily and simply. And you will wonder, how far and how long is the rac...

Since you left me I perceived that all things were still profound the sky has not fallen and the sun still rises in the east all the points that I have discerned are utterly no difference at all and my life still at peace, I figured out that nothing has changed the flowers still bloom and the bees float in the blue as I can see I still eat, pray, laugh and forgive and makes my life happier as birds swinging in the tree, There is no quiver in my soul for I realized with a blissful mind that I’ve found happiness within my heart I was once a very foolish man but just gave myself a time to grieve I’ve tried looking to the brighter side of path, Since you left me.

Game of the gods 7.16.19  11:19PM R. H. Garbo Resting on their laurels, sitting on the clouds in the face of the sky Roaring like a thunder, preparing for a lightning to strike at once Making their people feel uncomfortable, frighten to fry A game of the gods, the rich ones, powerful with dreadful glance. Their people are like slaves in the land of dumb and dull They built empire from the serf's sweat, blood and tears nipped from fight A whip for every vassal's cry, A bullet for every rebel's skull Toasting a glass of wine for every conquest, laughing in sheer delight. The modern day slaves waging war inside the sweatshop, With a  crisp white shirt, silk ties, leather shoes stepping on their wits to lick their master's ass For a small monetary emolument serves as bribe and trap, Oh good Lord, the just One, how long this painful truth would end and last?

Retreat-melancholia 12.15.18 Choosing a path between sweet sentimentality and heartbreaking empathy while bubbling with ignited storytelling about life’s fast speed but the daydreams of childhood suddenly replaced by sad recent reality and seeing yourself drowning in your own flood that you have made by drinking burning liquor and smoking and  inhaling vaporized weed Reaching  million stars then from appealing shade yet forgotten and fade.  You forgot your lineage and the happy memories for you forgot to live Living alone in a poignant nook as a dark and gloomy soul So occupied then and enjoying your wicked vices, both somehow interweave She left you along with your brood, along with your dream Your castle in the sky crumbled like a shattered wall Forlorn and abandoned in a secluded quarter full of scream. Then you woke up from a lurid nightmare and deranged delusions And you thank Him for a second chance and wept remorse You gathered the tiny pieces of y...

Ang pananampalataya ni Inay Noong ako ay musmos pa Namalas ko ang iyong pagluha Sa isang pagsamba Sa mura kong isip Di ko malirip Kung bakit nabasa ng luha ang iyong mga mata? Di ko naman nakita ang lungkot Sa pagmulat ng mata pagkatapos ng panalangin Mas nakita ko ang mga ngiti sa iyong mga labi Na animo'y naging kalakasan mo ang naturang pagluha Ako ay lubos na nagtaka Ano ang meron sa aking ina? Nang magbinata naman Ako ay iyong tinuruan Na magpanata sa Kaniya Ilapit ang lahat kong adhika Mula sa pag-aaral, sa mga problema Pinansiyal, maliliit na bagay Hanggang sa malaki Hanggang sa pag-aasawa sa Kaniya isangguni Ni isang hiling hindi ako nabigo Humanga sa itinuro mong paraan Sa pananalig at tamang pamumuhay Hanga ako sa iyo Inay! Nang mag-asawa ay lalo kong nakita Ang alab sa iyong puso at ang sigla Sa paglilingkod sa Ama lalong umigting Sa naging rebelde kong isip ako ay napaiiling Nanghawak kasi ako sa sariling talino At lawak ng kaalaman N...

Shed light on the mystery (7.06.18) As hundreds of tiny spiders dangling From short silk threads floated in the sky Impossible aerial antics as we marveled But only God knows how and why. Three hundred billion stars in our galaxy One hundred billion galaxies in the observable Universe But no stellar collision in space as we astound by God’s creation, shook the heads of the observers. The mighty and potent hand of the ant A tiny creepy-crawly in this vast and immense land Can carry load five thousand times of its body weight Amazed by this stance, do you see the God’s hand? A man formed from the dust of the earth But why is there gold in the human body? And have around seven octillion atoms Baffled by God’s wit, it’s a pure mystery. Million troubles, for you are a man of tribulations Wounded soul, under par spirit and decaying body Still embraced and rose by unceasing love of the Maker Faith and the power of God shed light on the mystery.

Green is the color of her skin And as dreadful as evil is her grin With foul and obnoxious tongue Unbearable words of lingo and slang Oh how could she sleep at night? For she’s a nightmare at her own fright And an awful view in the moonlight She thought she worked hard overnight And believed she has all the magic and might She has an eye as powerful as a telescope She use it to encroach like a cockroach She has a pack of forty great wolves And forty crows and a swarm of black bees And a group of Winkie slaves like monkeys She will give you apple and carrot to fall asleep Then slash you to death, whip you till you weep She did not carry a broom but rather an umbrella Don’t know why, perhaps she'll use it for her pralala She wants to steal your silver shoes Shoes of happiness for her to use For she don’t have a family, so afraid to dark She’s like a coward dog who loves to bark Afraid to water for it will purify her soul We’re just waiting for her grandest fall...