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.

I tasted love;

I am sure you did too—

Wasn’t it sweeter than honey?

And as soft and delicate as cotton candy?

Though how it transcends

Makes the difference that’s hard to amend—

Love is love—

Lest not be hasty in judgment.

The bliss of romance,

The joy of a company,

The felicity of being cared for—

The warmth of being in someone’s arms,

We experience heaven on earth,

And the earth on our lips—

Delectable indeed!

Life is tough

And you have nothing

but hope and guts.

You strive harder, yes you must.

Indeed it hurts

When others misjudged your future—it cuts.

You look for love;

One time you wished for wings

and you’re a dove.

At another time, as you sob

You find fate’s a boxer—

You faint from the jabs.

“Love, love,

Where are you love?”

Silly wistful like asking for more jabs.

Sweet talk

That didn’t do the walk?

Don‘t make yourself a joke.

Daunted by minuscule of misfortunes,

And you’re hopeless,

Thinking you’re too broken and broke.

Hang in there youngster!

Everything is going to get better.

Life and love aren’t to master.

There’s glory in surviving the pain and aches.

Just stay hopeful and do your best—

And you’d see,

That’s all that matters.

There’s nothing funny about you.

You’re uninvited, who the heck is blue?

I find joy in scribbling, God knows it’s true!

I find joy in rhymes and poems, so shoo you!

I find joy in painting—I love that one too.

I find joy in drawing and coloring flowers—I really do!

So take my Holo card and go around the island.

I can’t stand your presence; I just can’t.

Who can anyway, who?

Shoo!

It’s packed with surprises

Though unwrapped and no disguises.

Every soft mewl from NICU

Comes from a gift, new,

Precious—and can’t be taken for granted

Eyes in awe, hearts melted

Over a bundle of joy—

Lest not a moment be wasted.

For a journey has started

And God’s wish is fulfilled

For every newborn that is welcomed

In this world.