The power of a new day

Turns despair into hope

And offers life-turning possibilities,

Believe.

The roosters know;

But you know better.

Believe.

. . . is a smile—

As bright as the sky—

To lighten

Someone’s cloudy day.

. . . is a reaching hand;

warm and welcoming—

To make one feel

A sense of belonging.

. . . is an open heart and soul

For in there lies

A treasure trove

Meant to spread for a better world.

YouTube/Kimi Miner/Henry Kapono/Highway in the Sun

Dinner is done,

Brushing of teeth and bath are done too.

Pj is on too in pink and black, named Pink too.

Melatonin and melancholia treats are all taken.

All worries and plans are at the back of what touches the pillow. . .

Hoping for eight-hours of uninterrupted dozing,

Wishing not getting up one bleary-eyed open for the John anytime during the night,

Thanking my Creator for another fine day of hustle—

Signing off.

Who hasn’t go through any?

Excruciating,

Agonizing,

Debilitating,

Disorienting,

Those are just few.

Sometime it’s like banging your head on the wall;

Or saw the source pain to get through the anguish.

The bees stings and so do fire ants.

But there’s pain sharper than both.

This one cuts through your being,

Piercing your heart and soul

As it brings lots of tears in your eyes.

Though Aleve and Tylenol are on call—

On this one, they won’t work.

Time is my last recourse.

I do love flowers, just as much bees love nectars. I do see the beauty in all of them be from Safeway, or a garden, or a nursery. I turn into a paparazzi taking pictures as soon as I spotted.

I do write poems and essays, just as much as doctors write prescriptions. I do write about my dreams, my love, my values, my views, my fantasies and imaginations. I write on my notebooks, notepads, post-it notes, paper towels, and unopened mails.

I do take care of my cats. I do feed them at least twice a day. I give them sponge baths, treats, Ma’s tuna cans and all the lovin’.

I do keep track of birthdays, believing everyone is a gift and each year is worth a celebration. I gift from the heart never minding the tags.

I do visit other blogs and read others’ posts, especially, poems and I love the photos too. I am amazed how most of my fellows have thousands of followers and hundreds of likes and comments and yet they remain humble.

There’s so much things I do, which I wish I can share all to you. But “TMI, too TMI” said the critic in me. I have to consider that too.

Hello WordPress,

I hope all is well with you. As for me, although depression has no cure, I am doing my best to carry through. But before I go any further, allow me to thank you for all the likes and comments. As always, I am humbled by your presence here—I can’t thank you enough really—mahalo nui loa!

One way of me overcoming “melancholia” is having a pet, a cat although it wasn’t planned.

I found him in our yard last year where his stray mom gave birth to five kittens (including him). He was crying (he wasn’t being fed by the mom), two days, two nights—non-stop—that though I’m allergic to furs—I took care of him (no adoption needed) since then.

I named him “Kitty,” not knowing his gender at the beginning.

Kitty is big now and he’s the only one with social skills among his siblings. I ended up taking care of all of them. By the way, in Hawaiian, cat is popoki; in Tagalog it’s pusa.

He’s the source of my joy these days (aside from my blog). And I thank God for him!

I thank God for you too!

Thanks for reading and stopping by! I’d be on yours in a while. I love you and take care always!

With all my heart,

Aina

It has no face

It has no color

But has a voice

that is decisive, affirmative, and strong.

It speaks louder within;

Its rallying cry directed to conscience,

Daunting, haunting,

And taunting.

All must concede,

Or yield at least

For in denial, character is at bid

and morals are in jeopardy.

It rallies for justice.

It crusades for fairness and equity—

What a folly to deny?

Oh no, too many fellows—can’t count.

But if one stands up for it—

Amid all challenges,

Against all odds–

Righteouness brings an army to fight for one’s cause.

Hypocrisy is an illness

of the proud

and arrogant.

Lying is just a symptom.