Perhaps You Ought To Know




What does best means to you?
Is it something
That tickles your fancy?
A thing of beauty?
A head-turner who drives you crazy?

What does precious means to you?
Is it a hefty sum of money? Jewelries?
A mansion
At Hamptons maybe?
A Bentley?

What does forever means to you?
Is it a career?
A recognition?
An accolade
That brings you to the heights of ecstasy?

What does happiness means to you?

I wish I know. . .
Coz my eyes are burning
As I grapple with the answers.

And all I know:
Time is insensitive.
We’re always at its mercy.

But before you take that step
Out of the door;
Perhaps you ought to know.

What best means to me,
are the laughter and tears
we shed.

What precious means to me,
is that special thing
you gave me.

What forever means to me,
is this special thing
I have for you.

And what happiness means to me,
is you,
and only you.

For in my journey on earth,
The best walks were the ones
We had together. On roads and hills. . .
Though there were lots of climbing, still. . .


We stumbled on love.
We lingered on friendship.
And we gathered precious stones
Called memories along the way.


YouTube/Times of Your Life/Paul Anka/ Martin Nievera

To Fall


(Originally posted 10/11/18, 09:51 HST)


Hello, gentle soul!
Falling leaves are on the roll.
Vibrant scarlet, rust, and marigold
Cascading on top trees and down the roads.

Ivy blooms,
While melancholy looms.
In crispy morning mists and quiet afternoons,
Solitude is tuned.

Sweaters and blankets,
Hugs and embraces—
There’s magic in warmth
And nostalgia in fireplaces.

Pumpkins get botched faces,
Maples leave Canadian traces,
Oaks bear brown acorns,
Apples and tomatoes-the secrets of strong.

It has been weeks
Since the roses bid
‘So long-‘
Time’s up for summer; nothing’s wrong.


(Video courtesy of YouTube)

YouTube/Rod Stewart/‘That’s All’

The Ballad of Fall


(Originally posted 09/02/2018, 06:39 HST)


In scarlet, rust, and gold,
Stunners come forth in woods and roads
Enduring stories of grace in death unfold:
Humility is a thing of beauty—behold!


Meek polyps in pink, white, and light orange
Sway to the noteless music of ocean water
Following Luna so bright and gay:
Coral spawning is underway.


Bonfire, fireplace,
And warm embrace:
Comfort is in the air.
Doses of love are meant to be shared.


Pumpkins take the spotlight on Halloween
And Thanksgiving.
Vibrant beets, beans, and peas—
Harvest brings peace.


Brave snow geese pack the flock from Arctic Tundra,
Off to the greener pastures of South Carolina, Georgia, and Florida.
Casanovas in disguise, monarch butterflies bid sweet goodbye to Canada,
Take a joy ride in the air, hello California!


Tales of change in acoustic
Strumming, playing free of remorse,
Seizing the day—
Nature is bold taking place.




(Courtesy of YouTube)

“COVID. . .”

Copyright belongs to Smithsonian

(Updated 10/28/2020, 23:52 HST)


The most notorious

And infamous virus replies and brags:

“I am here;

I am everywhere.

I deprive the living of normalcy;

I deprive the dying of dignified and meaningful goodbye.”

To show respect and humanity; is

To flash your ego down; and mask up!


“Host, more

Hosts is my mission.

The numbers speak of my notoriety;

The numbers speak of my infamy.

like it, or

like it not—

Only doctors and

Only scientists

Can tame me down;

Can take me down.


With an index finger up:





Frontline health workers, who

Day and night wear scrubs–

I cannot undermine the doses of hope they bring.

I cannot take out of sight their overwhelming multi-tasking–

Hanging on to faith.

Guided by their formidable;

Guided by their knowledgeable,

Unwavering Surrogates–

Unwaveringly, they are trying

With all their might;

With all their hearts and souls, . . .

Their own lives–to save lives.”


Putting that index finger onto the temple:

“To deny me, is

To deny people

Of safety;

Of lives and livelihood.

And so, I thrive.”

And so, stop the lies.

Hypocrisy is as contagious.

Hypocrite is as dangerous.

Be Thankful for Our Past

(Updated 10/11/2020, 18:08 HST)


We can only turn our heads to a certain point; but never completely. And if we are to reflect this on our past relationships and old friendships—what it means to me, is that it is okay to go back and reminisce the good old days we shared with those from our past; but never to hold grudges.Sometimes, it is even inevitable to cry a tear drop or two, or three, as we reminisce; and that is okay. We are but humans capable and vulnerable to emotions for that is how we can tell that what we experience and feel in this virtual world is real.
In my eleven-years of blogging, especially on this blog, Lyrics, Sentiments & Me, I was lucky enough to have met fine people here in the blogosphere: Two was a couple from U.K., with whom I shared the same passion in photography and music. They supported me in every post. We exchanged hundreds of likes and comments, of course, to encourage one another, as we built friendship and nurture camaraderie. Another memorable past that I also cherished, was a man from Vancouver, with whom I shared poetry, music, photography too, the silly dream of undying love and the pure joy of romantic comedy. I believe he’s happy and fulfilled now with his significant other from the Philippines. And may they live happily ever after.There was also a girl from New York, who was such great poet as well. She named her avatar after a very unique and eccentric looking tree. Going back to her craft, she can easily express her loneliness without sounding miserable nor pathetic. What I admired in her the most, was her courage; her bravery exhibited by the burning passion to document her deep feelings towards her challenges in life–without even worrying someone would click like.
And I could go on and on sharing beautiful stories of the wonderful fellow bloggers I met. I honestly learned a lot from them—because imagine, eleven years, five hundred (plus) posts—man, I have really met a lot! Again, I still find time to visit their Sites and read, without disrespecting their choice for privacy, which is completely, okay.

Finally, when we cross paths with others: There is always a reason. And it is always for good—for as long we choose it to be that way. After all, it’s not so hard to view things in bright perspectives. Remember, our hearts are not sewers for us to be bitter and hold grudges. Parting or goodbyes are indeed sad, but good memories would always be there for solace. That if we remain on the positive side, the joy of touching someone’s life makes memories even more meaningful. And a sense of gratitude follows like a breath of fresh air, gently brushing your hair, softly touching your cheeks, then leaving you a sense of peace. Priceless!


Be thankful to our past, because without it there is no today, no tomorrow and thereafter.


YouTube/Thanks To You/Tyler Collins


YouTube/Times of Your Life/Paul Anka/Joanna Wang

To Live or To Die


A prideful man brings sunset in every facets of his life day and night. His emptiness is as deep and vast as the sea. And his ego is like the sands that he can’t avoid or let go–such a sight of an impoverished soul.

(Originally published as To Live or To Die For, September 28, 2017)


There are battles in the greenest fields

and in the bluest seas;

corpses soak in bloods of their own–

to men of dignity and valor

they belong.


There are battles in the wildest forests

and in the most sacred skies;

destitute remains unidentified

noble souls soar to heaven

mightier than the mightiest eagles fly.


But the toughest battles

are fought hard in a hell deep inside

by medalless warriors defeated by rotten pride–

fatalities of truth–

buried alive.


A Man’s Character



The echoes of his words,
The photographs of his deeds,
The vividness of his causes,
The depth and breadth of his love and friendship,
The flames of his passion,

His silence in grief,
His humility in defeat,
His restraint in the midst of temperament,
His beliefs in his abilities and creed,
His trust in providence and grace of The Omnipotent—

A man’s character
Could be his fate,
A self imposed verdict;
Or the crowning glory
Of his determination and will.

Either way,
It is his truth.
A man’s character
Is the indelible imprints
Of his soul.


YouTube/My Way/Frank Sinatra/Giulia