Guns undermine humanity.

Weaponry destructs the goodness in people.

What peace is there in killing?

What democracy lies in bombing?

In this Twenty-First-Century,

We are not limited

To chairs and tables

To settle our differences.

Talk is a virtue

When it achieves a common good.

We are geared by technology and knowledge

To advance civility.

We are better

Than our pride and fears

Can turn us into–

For humanity is the very vessel of compassion

and humility.

Any war makes peace

A fantasy.

(An exercise in Poet’s Companion: Write a poem about your room.)









These walls have pores:

They wear tears here,

Cracks there,

Pokes everywhere–

They’re so worn!






These walls have pores:

Cobwebs cover them in the corners,

But in the vast stretch during summer;

Ants march like obedient prisoners–

Those patriots of holes!






These walls have pores:

That if my room gets rate

Based on smoothness–

This is starless!

Perhaps zero is the score.






But though the pores in these walls

Are more than beehives or acnes can show,

My room is still a room

And it doesn’t need Aveeno nor Oxy–

That I’m sure!






Coz I’m here

Scribbling.

Notwithstanding the pores

In the walls,

I’m still writing my very all.

You see the big picture

Before it even unfolds . . .

clearer when your eyes are closed.

Bury pride

Dead or alive!

The vile

Murdered that once simple woman

Contented with one like

Now in twenties or more-

With some comments and follows–

And the pompous is still in dire.

Bury pride

Dead or alive!

That wicked started

A hell deep inside.

Ember of her dreams

Juggled in flames-

It is such a shame!

Own me, Humility–Own me!

Coz I have nothing to hide–

I’ve been paying the price.

Bury pride

Dead or alive!

What I want for Easter

Is faith, is hope, is you,

And this solemn prayer inside:

Let me start all over,

Let me make it right,

God, let me start a brand new life.

“Forever is composed of nows,”
Emily Dickinson.

Recommended Song:
When You Know
Shawn Colvin
(From the Soundtrack of Serendipity)

(Inspired by Amras888 – something to live by)

We are born

to live

In love

In hope

In faith

In humility

Not fear

Nor hate

Neither retreat

In doing

The right things.

Fear is our only enemy.

We can stand

While in tears

We can speak

Through our minds

Stronger than

With our lips.

We are wiser

Than our worries think.

No mirror

Can ever show

The beauty

Of not living

In fear.

If you have been blogging with me since mid 2000, probably you’d wonder, how on earth did I get this condition? Being verbally tortured at work by ruthless skeptics, while being challenged domestically, battered financially (as I opted to be in American school)–there are countless of factors, which have brought me into this mental state. But, the fault isn’t with the factors–as I take full responsibility for who I am; no matter how flawed or ruined I am.

Because, folks, I denied that I was going through depression perhaps for long. I could have gotten help and establish a support system to beat it. But because, I was in denial–it worsened.

Regardless of all the mess, my only regret, is my failure to inspire you, my amazing readers, who have been so generous lending me your ears. Forgive me.

The good news is, I am a new person. I accepted my flaws and is determined to overcome all the adversaries in front of me. I am even willing to participate to clinical studies to achieve something good out of this. Because, I am never after any crown nor victory neither applause. Just to stand and to live meaningfully; to courageously live with hope and faith–this is more than enough for me. Arnel and my kids are my glories.

I still thank God for this wonderful life He has given me.

May the Almighty bless all of you and your families!