lyrical, poetic, personal
Which activities make you lose track of time?
No one can beat the hands of clock.
They work tirelessly day and night.
That no matter
How much watches and clocks we have—
None of us can beat time.
And everything on earth
Is at the mercy of it.
Keeping track is a must.
Hi friends,
I apologize for being away for days. My cat, Kitty passed away last Friday, July 12, 2024—and I am hurt more than words can describe this pain.
I found Kitty when he was a new born, abandoned by his feral mom. I took place as his mother since May of last year.
He was smart, clingy, such a sweet guy really. But more than that, he was a hero to me. Because he saved me from depression, bringing me joy and love everyday.
Losing him is like I lost a child. I grieved for days. I can’t even afford to eat till now. So I hope through this, you’ll understand my sudden absence.
I pray to God for healing. Thanks in advance for your understanding.
Aloha,
Aina
What bothers you and why?
We only have one earth.
This is our home;
And it’s burning.
Worse, not everyone is concerned at all.
We’re being irresponsible to the future generations.
What does best means to you?
Is it something or anything that tickles your fancy?
A thing of beauty?
Or a head-turner that drives you crazy?
What does precious means to you?
Is it a hefty sum of money?
A mansion at Hamptons maybe?
Or a Bentley?
What does forever means to you?
Is it a career that assures your stability?
A recognition that validates your competency?
Or an accolade that could bring you to the heights of ecstasy?
Where do you rest your happiness?
I wish I know, so I can lead you there. . .
I wish I know, so I can give it to you. . .
I wish I know, so I can make you stay. . .
I wish I know, so I won’t see you hurting this way. . .
But if you really want to go,
I will let you do so.
But I think before you go,
You ought to know. . .
What best means to me,
Are “the laughter and tears”
We shed.
What precious means to me,
Is the love
You have given me.
And what forever means to me,
Is this love
I have for you.
For not even death,
Can take it away from me.
And what happiness means to me,
Is YOU
And ONLY YOU!
And not even death
Can stop me
From
Loving YOU!
What could be more tragic
than a love
that never
comes into life?
Is there anything
more melancholy
than a song
unsung?
What could be more piercing
than keeping blank negatives
of photographs
of a dream
never meant to realize?
Is there anything
more agonizing
than seeing two hands
dying to hold each other,
but their fingers
never made it through?
Coz though tears
may not be flowing visibly;
And though groans
may not be roaring loudly;
her heart is drenched,
as his soul remains aching
for their fairytale
they know is true.
We’ll steal pecks
in Sunday masses
more often than amens.
We’ll hold pinkies
in store counters
and broken registers.
We’ll tackle each other’s toes
in dinners with our folks
on weekends.
We’ll sing our songs
in the shower, in the tub, in traffics,
and layovers.
We’ll gate crush in wedding receptions;
dance; finger-dip the cake; grab Chardonnays,
until the groom kicks us out; and, the bride say “bummers!”
So take my hand
as I follow your lead;
Let the ants tag along,
as we paint the town pink.
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https://youtu.be/b6HonlIF2B4?si=ssJ29SKF1FEr_NQc
If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
All are invited, if they can behave the way a United States president should.
What do you think gets better with age?
It gets more succinct.
It accommodates the “lingo” of the new generation.
It includes the language of new technologies.
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