With Heartfelt Thanks

(updated at 1:25 P.M., July 5, 2020) I’ve been blogging since 2006. However, back then, I wasn’t so active here on WordPress, because I was submitting contents at Yahoo as a contributor. But in 2012, a huge part of my world evolved in blogging amid busy schedules at work and school. Thus, in such span of time, I met so many fellow bloggers, and only few ended as my close friends. Although, I’m so thankful to this day that those few still support me; there’s a part of me that’s hurting for the great others I lost touch with, knowing my inability to reciprocate to everyone’s likes and comments, (and perhaps my addiction to love poems and songs) had pushed people away. My bad–I know. Forgive me.

But please don’t get me wrong, I’m not bothered by any numbers at all (I survived the hell of nothingness—without the slightest bitterness). Because to me, one follower alone means so much already. It’s inspiring and very encouraging that someone believes in you, and/or appreciates you.

With all honesty, what’s hurting me, is perhaps the guilt knowing I offended good people by either falling short in reciprocity, or in standards, or in both. Thankfully, through prayers and meditation, I’m on my way of achieving peace of mind. I keep reminding myself that our hearts are not sewers to hold angst and grudges. So, now, what I do, is I go to their Sites, and I read their posts without making my presence obvious.

One moral lesson to keep: losing a friend is just as painful as losing a lover. The pain is not in zero ROI (return of investment) for the emotions we invested; but in the melancholy of goodbye.

Please note that friendship is different from readership. We need not to worry about the latter, because the Internet is not going anywhere. For as long as we blog with passion and enthusiasm, and we earnestly keep our blogs up, readership is guaranteed. Let us motivate ourselves not by any numerical measures; rather, feel empowered–yet humbled–of the privilege having a voice to speak before the World Wide Web.

On friendship, losing a friend, is like losing a limb. With that being said, honestly, right now, I’m a bit “crippling;” but not broken. Because again, I put my hopes and faith in prayers that I may heal. Time is a great companion when it comes to the journey of healing. And sense of gratitude is the key–it’s liberating.

To end, thank you for your generosity! I am humbled by your gracious presence in my Site. Pardon me for falling short often in reciprocating your kindness. Always know that I’m proud of y’all for keeping your blogs up. Because, it’s one hell of a task to make this Internet humane—and you are all doing a great job! Oorah!

To those kind souls I miss so badly: Thinking of you burns my eyes. And I wish to hug and kiss you (although social distancing won’t allow us to). Nonetheless, I wish you all the best in your endeavors; May you be bless with so much love, joy and prosperity along with your families. Stay safe and healthy. Notorious Corona virus is still on the loose. Lastly, a million thanks for your inspiration and for meaningfully touching my life! Thank you! So long my friends.

To God be always all the glory. Aloha everybody.

YouTube/Here, There, and Everywhere/George Benson

I Put them in a Box

Within me is a treasure box that holds the fondest memories I shared with you.

I put the memories we shared
In a pink box with care.
Contemplated–I did.
Deliberated–internally, two sages did.
In hand is a blue Sharpie,
to mark or not to mark
Fragile or history?
Written in bold, italic, w/underline
Is your name,
For in the box is our true story.
Separated good from bad—no, I di’n’t.
Labeled high or low—no, I di’n’t.
Simply, goods and highs are in.
Simply deep within:
A copier built-in,
And true copies of ours are in.

YouTube/Special Memory/Lea Salonga

YouTube/Special Memory/Jed Madela

The Joys of Summer

(Originally published on August 14, 2019)

Longer days of the glorious sun

leaning into north

illuminating the earth so bright

bringing clear blue skies alight

‘til night.

And on the shore of Lanikai,

two bask in warmth:

Dare to bare—

they’re contemporaries

of the golden sand.

The scent of ocean, the tang

of young,

the aroma of mustards and molasses—

In summer air,

freedom is found.

Summer is the effortless influencer:

Priceless joy

lies in simple things–

I dare not

to be grand.

YouTube/Cecilio & Kapono/Highway in the Sun


Eternally Yours

Almighty Father,

in You, I put my trust.

Heal me from my iniquities;

Heal me from my pains–

Give me strength in the face of adversities

and to choose the right path come what may.

Let me not be troubled of worldly things;

Let me not be deceived of insignificant–

Remind me–always

I am here for Your glory, Thy humble servant.

Bring me hope and joy;

Bring me contentment and peace—

Walk me through Your ways–

in faith each day of my life, please.

Make me live purposefully;

Make me love without fear

nor, regret neither, slightest thought of reciprocity

Just as You love us, all unconditionally.

Thank You, Father

for everything and everyone you send my way;

Thank You, Father

for this blog, my happy place.

I love You.

Eternally Yours,

This tiny me

To You be all the glory.

Nature’s Moral Stories IX

The great mighty lion,

the lone

king, who rules the jungle,

swaggers as natural a..hole instilling fears.

Stranger to happiness, his roars;

his groans echoes reality. Loneliness sore.

The head-turner stunning peafowl

showing off her iridescent plumage to all.

Although beauty exude naturally,

but if it presents danger obviously,

who would dare get close? Nobody.

Vanity is repellent.

Ever busy,

the ants are always with companies.

Ever collaborative, productive, hardworking little fellows,

they never live in mellow.

They maybe tiny in size; but

they’re giants in matters of labor.

Ever building,

the beavers are born architects/engineers/landscapers.

Ever in action,

painstakingly they create dams, canals, and lodges

seemingly without exhaustion,

while unselfishly opening them to others—-now, that is noble!

Pride is a difficult man

always wearing a facade.

He dare sings Sinatra’s My Way all the time;

but he’s always flat no matter what time.

Humility is a woman of grace.

She is meek as bermuda;

She is accepting as an autumn leaf;

as resilient as the willow tree;

and as virtuous as the water in every stream.


Nature’s Moral Stories

Nature’s Moral Stories II

Nature’s Moral Stories IV

Nature’s Moral Stories V

Where Is Peace?

Many die in vain;
And only a few in hope remains.
The cynic says,
It belongs to fairy tales.
But the faithful is steadfast
in pursuing it every day.

So where is peace?
it’s not in pride and prejudice,
as Lizzy and Darcy
only exist in Austen’s masterpiece.

You see: Wars are the results
of bad communication skills;
of endless bickering and bragging,
and power grabbing–
it’s exhausting!

So where is peace?
Not in the streets,
where crusaders march for justice
for the man whose last words were,
”I can’t breathe.”
Sadly, four are missing ears.

The thing with peace,
as you think of it
in grandest means,
it gets elusive
and harder to achieve.

So to simplify,
I pulled my Pink
PJ up to my knees.
I tightly close my eyes and put on the Beats.
I set Over the Rainbow to repeat
and there it goes:
in zzzzzz
I found peace.

YouTube/Katherine McPhee/Over the Rainbow

Who Is Important?

Are you important?

Are they important?

Am I important?

Am I?

Define important.

Define importance.

Don’t rely on Merriam.

Don’t rely on Oxford.

That’s why you’re mistaken–

You think they know all.

Are looks important?

Are colors important?

My looks can’t stand the mirror;

My skin is brown–

I am in Hawai’i–

I cannot avoid the sun.

But it does not mean

I am blind

To see what is done.


Is a blind spot,

Men can’t simply overcome.



What is important?

A. Lives

B. Respect

C. Equality

D. Empathy

E. All of the above.

Indignity is a crime against humanity;

It’s an insult to civility.


The old adage bears
not a single gray hair:

Comes existence,
comes reason.
Just be present
in every season.

Sometimes season’s a friend;
Sometimes a nemesis,
for even love is at the mercy
of hours and minutes.

Though often pictured with pitchforks,
no faculty
can out strength
the lessons of adversities.

Though we chose
to walk in separate paths,
in truth, success or not–what we had
made us better people. . .

So head straight.
So love with no remorse,
no fear,
nor second thought. . .

And I will just look at the stars thinking of you a little,
perhaps hoping you’re looking
up and thinking of me too a little .

Then I inhale the universe.
I am beholden.
I am thankful;
for the very wonderful gift of you.

Thank you!

YouTube/Night Bird/Kalapana