. . . but it must be something.

For out of patience and perseverance:
The seed once too tiny
grows into a tree so tall.

Out of its caring:
A piglet with congenital obesity regardless of nativity,
becomes a hypertension-free hog.
No one can call him “the biggest loser” while everyone enjoys his being roast pork.

Out of its passion:
The acrylic paints, which can cause headache,
can be obras in canvasses, which bring peace and joy to its creator;
which bring beauty and wealth to its purchasor.

Out of its meekness:
A boy turns into man, as he gives up
the sole ownership of his wallet and time
to the girl who sound like his mom.

Out of its wonder:
A lady turns into woman,putting her life at risk
to carry his child in her womb for nine months;
she puts her vanity aside and her figure to history,
whilst her self-worth modified.

It turns:
A hum
into song,

A stomp
into waltz,

A puppy
into dog,

A cat
into queen
of her nature-scented
fluffy throne,

A house
into home,

A tub
into bed
if husband
comes home late
without prior calling
his real boss,

A kernel
into popcorn,

Perhaps
it’s not
a many
splendor thing;

But it nestles
in our hearts
be young or old.

Mines
owns
my
soul.

Recommended Song:

Best of Me
by Phil Perry

The walk we had at Normandy,
where the coastlines,
of half-timbered houses,
of grazing cattles,
of Mont-St-Michael,
were endearing enough,
to take away our eyes
puppy-droopy for each other.

The Gondola ride we had in Venice,
where an ardent gondolier
serenaded us
the medley
of La Vie En Rose;
of La Mer;
of L’Hymne a L’Mour-
but none of his repertoire
was French enough,
to tune our ears
fuming in pink–
for the murmurs we exchanged;
for the kisses we stole;
for our rendezvous
‘neath and top the dirty-white blanket.

The snorkel we had in Maui,
where dancing blue dolphins;
where startled turtles;
where coral–pillowing crabs,
were entertaining enough,
to stop us
from playing,
teasing,chasing
our paling bodies
underwater.

The gazing we had at Empire State Building,
where the 360 panorama of New York City;
of busy streets of Manhattan,
of serene Central Park
of neon glowing Madison Square,
were of grandeur enough,
to keep our hands.
onto the faded chrome binoculars,
as we tenderly held each other. . .

. . . savoring our moments
while our hearts
screamed in silence,
“God,
please,
this is all we wanted.”

 
 
 
 
Dare

to flare,

to reinvent and liven yourself,

to make each 

of your encounter

like the first:
 
 

Wear

your Close-Up smile,

your dress-to-kill outfit,

your most comfortable shoes,

in every date;

But know that

your innermost goodness–

the one that you live by–

is always your best attire.
 
 

If tomorrow is a lover,

be bold in expressing

your enthusiasm and optimism with fervor;

Be candid and true

to your joys and delights;

Be faithful to your hopes 

and dreams.
 
 

If tomorrow is a lover:

Always

be ardent;

be passionate;

be loving 

and be in high spirit

of what comes next.
 
 
 
YouTube/When Will I See You Again/The Three Degrees

Here:

Me–

a slave of my endeavors and pursuits;

a servant of my efforts and results;

an activist of true peace

that believes

it lies

not on agreeing terms;

but it’s when

opposing beings

confidently carry their individuality;

and fearlessly speak their own voice;

yet relentless in working towards

a common good

and in the best interests

of what is in hand:

Peace then

becomes a knot

of woven strands

of the sky

binding opposing views

with prudence and humility

that can never be disguised.
 
 
 

There:

You,

who is just like everybody,

is trying to make a living;

is trying to make life worth living;

is trying to linger to thy passion;

is trying to create

and sustain meaningful relationships;

is trying to make sense

in every word and each act:
 
 

Because in everywhere,

life

is never easy.

But we always strive

to carry on.
 
 

Your smile

is a vibrant stamp in the sky

belittling the rainbows

thinking big to mass retire.

Your eyes

shy away the particles

boldly disguising as stars

day and night.

Your chin

Becomes invisible,

when the moon nestles best

in between your cheeks

so bright.

You see these,

all these precious things

between you

and me:

Time can bully me with anything,

but it can never

take these away from me

nor goodbye.

I know,

I just have to close my eyes

to see these masterpieces our hearts painted

to carry through all our lives.

Oh God,

I love that smile!

(3)
Hungry lips met,
as ravaging kisses
were exchanged.






(4)
Touch every touch
was burning with desire–
as bodies and souls
entwined.






(5)
No words uttered
while two
were purring more,
exploring, owning each
core.



(6)
Shivering to bliss
of sweet surrender
letting burrowing tongues
dig deeper,
too beyond
their souls.






(7)
From then on,
longing for core
has grown,
aching, craving, crazy dying,
fervently hoping
for all-night-
long.









Recommended Song:

Time Will Reveal
by El Debarge

We, humans often claim, we’re the highest form of animals on earth. Although no one can and would challenge this: I disagree that what sets us apart and above, is our ability to love and be loved. Perhaps it’s partly true, but if we buy this, meaning the rest are but predators, which is so wrong. Because, we have pets in our households; we share “home” with them; we co-exist; we even bond. But to further prove my point, below are some great (true) stories of love and friendship among animals.

Courtesy of Associated Press

 1. Bea (Giraffe) and Wilma (Ostrich)–No, (with due respect) they aren’t proponents nor members of any special community. They are just BFFs who rather stay close together than wander alone at the 65-acre enclosure at Busch Garden, Tampa, Florida.

Courtesy of AP

 2. Torque (Dog) and Shrek (Owl)— Torque and his handler adopted Shrek when he was only 6-months old. Apparently, Shrek’s mom was going through some sort of “post-natal depression” that it was feared, she would have Shrek for a meal one day . And so, the handler removed him from the mom and brought to his caring along with Torque. The latter was so welcoming; and, they were best friends since then.

Courtesy of AP

 3. Bubbles (Elephant) and Bella (Labrador)–Who says size matters? Well, not for this two. In fact, silly Bella uses Bubbles as a diving board. The generous elephant is originally from Africa (who is lucky enough to escape ivory hunters) and Bella is but an Am-girl (abandoned in the park by her first handler).

Courtesy of AP

4. Shere Khan (Tiger), Baloo (Bear), and Leo (Lion)–They were beaten and abused (nearly to death) by their former handler (allegedly a drug addict). Baloo suffered more serious deformities among them three, or as results of cruelty they endured. However, they were inseparable since. They’re now habitants of Noah’s Ark Sanctuary.

Courtesy of AP

 5. Kasi (Cheetah) and Mitani (Labrador)–These two were my favorites. They were born and raised at Busch Garden. They were childhood sweethearts. However, as Kasi grew into adolescent, he spent more time with female cheetahs. The best part, Mitani was never jealous.

Courtesy of AP

6. Mabel (Hen) and the Three Puppies (neglected by their mommy)– Three new born pups didn’t lost their mittens; it was just that their mommy didn’t think they need her and the mittens. Thank goodness, Mabel, a very loving hen, roost and kept them warm.

Courtesy of AP

 7. Mani (Wild Boar Piglet) and Candy (Dog)--Mani was found starving in the wilds in Southwest Germany. Their handlers brought him home where Candy was also staying. The two were seen sharing meals and playing most of the time.

Courtesy of AP

 8. Roscoe (Blue Tick Hound) and Suryia (Orangutan)–It was love at first sight when Roscoe followed Suryia (and her handler) on the very first day she was brought to an enclosure for endangered species.

I’m sure there are more other unpublished stories of love and friendship among animals. And I’m also sure there are some who’d be skeptic about these stories. But one of my favorite documentaries about this topic, is March of Penguins. That BBC film features those seabirds at the height of brutal winter in Antarctica. It highlights their courtship and parenting. Both male and female take turn from “finding forever” to hatching of their chicks–what a poignant true story! I suggest you see it to believe.

To end, love has many faces. And because it’s so sacred, it is better expressed than spoken. With that being said, we should never patent love exclusive to men. Otherwise, we make animals more vulnerable to cruelty.

In Hawaii, we strongly believe in mana. It has no exact English translation; but it is something precious and powerful. It invokes regards; it instills dignity; it upholds respect. The animals and (also) plants are deserving of those as well. Actually, more sacrosanct to us, kama’aina(s) (Hawaii locals), is the theory that both living and non-living things are entitled to mana. For the very reason, someone labored for them; someone brought them to their being; or someone spent sweat and tears–who knows even blood and breath–or life and death–and perhaps love that led to their creation and continued existence. Therefore, we, men, the highest form of animals on earth, empowered by emotional intelligence, we must treat them with at least minimum regard. We owe them outright civility. For when we give such powerful and healing intangibles; we earn them to ourselves.

Nonetheless, indeed, when treating animals, we don’t have to think to be compassionate; rather, we must feel them to relate. Note: Feeling feels feeling.

Happy blogging everyone! Aloha!