Sunday, January 18, 2009

if we just......listen

Listen,
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home, in my own home
And I tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Oh,
Now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what, you made of me
I followed the voice
you gave to me
But now I gotta find, my own..

this is the chorus part of beyonce knowles song, listen.
and singing this, makes me remember my cousin who for so long wanted to be heard but we are deaf. we will remember her, and we will try to listen to her, even it is too late now...:-(

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

been here, been there...

i've been here....
with birds chirping in the meadow
while the rivers hush itself
when the wind said it last hurray
and when the people started to be gay

i've been there....
when they killed the little fellow
while the life ceases to breath
when the angry sound of death echo
and when the moan of fears resounds....

cold and colder.......

million days of rain and thousand hours to chill
teeth chattering into tango while hairs swaying to waltz
been there for a minute but it feels like an hour of wait
quite summer of birds
and now thundering growl of lion been heard
muscle been eaten by cold
lips trembling in a fold
how could you stop this?
command the wind to cease from breathing?
or ask the tears of heaven for falling?
or just sit in the corner, while sipping a fire of heaven?

Sunday, January 11, 2009

stOp And Breath!

you've been in that dark place for so long,
trapped by the horror and fears that surrounds you
you don't have no choice but to feel numb
yes, numb but your cone of emotions still throbs unceasingly.

one, of your great days of temperament faded
and you've been left in mid-air ready to be fallen
fallen into pieces that can't be mended and pasted together
can't be mended and can't be healed!

your soul wandered into open spaces of hell
you can't trace back your steps
back to the place where you always find peace
peace in white and lights, could it be heaven?


rebirth to shine!


-Phoenix-
The Phoenix was a symbol of immortality in ancient Egyptian mythology. It was a beautiful bird that would live in the desert for 400 to 500 years and then set itself on fire, rising renewed from the ashes to start another long life.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Trees That Wood

Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."

Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."

Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."

After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter" ... and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.

At the second tree a woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.

When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree so I'll take this one", and he cut it down.

When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for. The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end. The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark. The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.

Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time. Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and he stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.

Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.

The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.



''''''''''life.....

Life... is like a box of chocolates - a cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that no one ever asks for, unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So, you're stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there's nothing else to eat while you're watching the game. Sure, once is a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee but it's gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. In the end, you are left with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, which, if you are desperate enough to eat, leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper.

there's a reason always.....

everything happens for a reason
sometimes things fall apart
so other things can fall together
but in the end whatever meant to be
will always find it ways....always