lyrical, poetic, personal
Why is the shore
so gullible to the waves?
Why is the sky
so lenient to the sun?
Why are the flowers
so generous to the butterflies?
There are a-hundred-and-one things in this world,
which are beyond our understanding–
and amid happening before our naked eyes.
But why decipher
and exhaust ourselves
in finding reasons here and there?
Coz if you really want to know,
you need an open heart to see
and a compassionate soul to comprehend. . .
such hallow beauty
of such ironies
in life.
-A repost-
See the skies
light in blue,
and the beaming spectrums
of the horizon fade in pink,
as the dusk is nearly through.
It doesn’t matter
if it’s coming
from the desert of south,
nor from the pole of north–
what matters,
is we savor this moment
as we gaze at this aurora together
until the sun rises anew.
So hold me close,
and let our most brutal
winter night
pass away.
Let our lips
ignore the flowing of gentle tears,
as our bodies
indulge to the burning passion
of our yesterday.
Because what truly matters,
is we let our hearts
embrace the hope
this new morning brings;
as our souls
unfold the grace
in goodbye.
Something borrowed from the Essayist
Glory is to fly,
always below the himalaya
of a passion soaring high.
Spring Semester 2015 is up, and so am I. Because, finally, I’m completely moving to the bigger campus of the University of Hawaii West Oahu. And what this means to me, is that I am getting close to my humble dream of becoming a Certified Public Accountant and tax attorney–and in lieu of a lifetime devotion–to be more of service to my less-privileged clients at Legal Aid Society of Hawaii.
However, as I was struggling yesterday with the $4.00 tote bag that weighed more than 20 lbs. of $1,000+ worth of hard bound textbooks, I couldn’t help but cry for the prices I had to pay in achieving my dream: First, being away from my children. Second, possibly being away from you too, my WordPress friends (for inevitably losing this liberty to write and blog as much as I love to).
It was a quick sentimental moment. But I ended up writing the poem below (quite inspired by William Shakespeare’s All the World’s a Stage).
Regardless, thank you everyone for the support and friendship–a million thanks to you all! I hope you cherish your crafts (just as you cherish your blogs and followers too). Have a good weekend, and be happy!
Love,
Just me
Lights, Camera, Action!
Lights are up,
and the kick-off
of a playwright
we call life
has just begun.
And as the cam
focuses to you
and Ai,
be ready
for the multi-colored stage
to own.
And action!
Time to give your best,
and to execute excellence
with no remorse!
For only when
you give yourself
to your passion,
you’ll earn true claps
from this world.
And those hard-earned claps
will go on
even when the lights turn soft,
for as long as
you have given
your all.
Ne pardon pas de temps.
N’importe quelle distance,
me fais sentir libre encore,
car je t’aime. . .
Dieu sait,
Je t’aimerai tojours!
Is it among those sparkling stars above;
something too majestic,
yet too high
for a human heart
to reach?
Is it down there in the deepest sea,
hiding in corals of paler shades of pearl and deeper moss of green;
or too buried in the hallow salt and pepper sands
that only the bravest
could feel?
Or is it treacherously hiding
in red-orange and yellow-gold streaks
of the horizon,
too blazing for the
wistfully longing she?
Or maybe it’s the missing note
to the unfinished melody
that she tearfully hums
as the sun goes down, until her tears run dry
and she falls asleep?
But where?
Where,
where,
where
is he?
Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 
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