Friday, April 29, 2011

Royal Wedding

Today, Great Britain's Prince William will be united in the Holy Sacrament of Matrimony with soon-to-be Princess Kate Middleton. The Royal Wedding will be taking place at the historical Westminster Abbey of London, England. Prince William was Princess of Wales Diana and Prince of Wales Charles's eldest son of two children with Prince Harry being the younger of the two.

Great Britain or better known also as the United Kingdom was just among the few nations of the world today that has still been keeping and preserving monarchy throughout history although it has to be a sort of like symbolic in nature or carrying out a mostly ceremonial role in modern day United Kingdom where the Prime Minister is the head of the government. Queen Elizabeth II was England's current reigning Queen. The Queen is a constitutional monarch with limited powers.

Back in 2001, the world was shocked when Nepal's Crown Prince Dipendra massacred his entire Royal Family with an automatic rifle before committing suicide. Prince Dipendra  was about to be wed to his long-time girlfriend which according to insiders believed to be disliked by his parents--the King and Queen. But that was just a very isolated case among Royal Families and I believed there must be some other deeper reasons leading to the massacre.

In the near future, Prince William will be crowned as King--a modern day English King. Will he be sharing a piece of King Richard the First's "lionhearted" trademark back to the Crusader's time or what would the British people expect out of him? They would be saying, for sure, as I(although not a Briton) would also wish to say, "long live the king!"

The Royal Wedding should be viewed with as a fine example of how much marriage has been given greater value in the first place. It is to show the union of two souls as one in the name of love and with God's blessings. Congratulations to the newly wed couple and may their tribe increase!

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

What is a friend--are we there yet?





Here's a poem I especially wrote to be posted alongside my all time favorite singer in James Taylor singing one of my all time favorite of songs "You've got a friend"


What is a friend--are we there yet?
A friend is someone who loves most
A soul that's longing to be loved
And loves without counting the cost.

When sunny days beam through the eyes
At daily's weather forecasting--
There only is a good reason
For what a rainy day must bring.

A friend is someone who could love
Like in the truest lover's form but--
Since you are a friend to me--
I could but love you more than that.

Too much love won't kill you


Nope. I beg to disagree. Too much love won't kill
you. But the less or the lack of it will. For a life without love, according to Khalil Gibran,  is
like a tree without blossoms or fruit. Love has no other desire but to
fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its
melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give
thanks for another day of loving.

I am your captive's lonely heart


"Don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to give; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give it wings." --Brian Dyson 

I am your captive's lonely heart
That flies to you on broken wings;
To reach that distant lands of love--
That's why it's all the wanderings.

And many that have flown with me
Or those I met upon my side
Have stories worthy of their own
But then I still have more to glide.

To spread my wings against the winds--
Though broken--yet soaring higher
Back to where the heart must belong
Like the mighty eagle's dreams were.
                                       

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

If you could only see my heart




"There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives."
   --Josephine Hart







If you could only see my heart
From out of true love's metaphors;
There dwells a landscape carved by God
All facing you but open doors.

Towards a garden deep inside
Where flowers bloom eternally;
Adoring what it only loves
And loves the most as it can be.

But I am just a fading hymn
That winds must carry forth at night;
Unless you learn to sing the song
You'll see more of what's out of sight.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Immersion



"Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow."
     --Hellen Keller






Whether or not aware
of what will have transpired,
from the inside out,
to shimmer like
the first rays of
a sunrise
after a long, long storm--

Words began to flow
like a life-giving spring
of what is pure joy pouring out like
a hot fire burning down to
the true metal of
the soul--

What love is love enchanting you?


"The love that is enchanting me,  comes from the depths of you...It is the love that clouds my eyes, a game I want to play..but only play to win..Too many times I have loved, too many times I have hurt..The love that enchants me, is the one I want to have faith in!" --Commented by Sarah Brown, a best friend of mine, as a counterpoint, upon reading this poem of mine.





What love is love enchanting you?
From out of depths I need to know;
Is it the dust that clouds your eyes?
Or simply just a way to go?

Is it the game you wish to play?
To promise more and never keep?
Is it the cheaper kind of thing
That brought you dreams while you’re asleep?

Too many such a love exists
Between whose lovers faked a show;
Or keep the faith when you’re in love,
What love is love enchanting you?

Twigs


"Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life."
      --John Muir








I wonder what these twigs that died
Must be like the things they will be--
If Someone cuts them purposely
I alone, seeing them, just could

Embrace the sadness of their tales;
When sometimes like the way we are
But twigs from which tress so detached,
And eyes are watching from afar

To witness and to celebrate
The wisdom that the twigs may bring:
Though they may not always be
A part of tress--in our hearts they cling.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Annunciation


"Transfiguration is living by vision: standing foursquare in the midst of a broken, tortured, oppressed, starving, dehumanizing reality, yet seeing the invisible, calling to it to come, behaving as if it is on the way, sustained by elements of it that have come already, within and among us..." --Walter Wink




Somehow you would have coalesced out
of the impending Abstract 
like a wild thing that sent
a tingling sensation
along my spine;
like a dancing flame 
occupied in a crowd
of different colors or
a spark igniting in a cloud of dusts in the purity of night; like
the gray light on a misty day;
like words of wisdom shining
on everybody.
I caught my breath
at the sight
of your gleaming eyes
still lingered with awe: there was sharpness in them
cutting into
the shadowed depths
of my being.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Remembering Christ's death

April 21 and 22 of this year will be marked as non-working holidays in the Philippines and in other parts of the world as well. Roman Catholics will be observing the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ who came to the world a little over 2000 years ago. The exact date is subject for a debate because there's nobody ever to have  recorded with acute correctness to erase any doubt assuring that what is being observed as Christ's death anniversary falls on the right date.

Is there anyone who have successfully recorded with perpetual continuity the accurate calendar that would bring us back even to the world's creation? No one. We could only have to guess or create something that we would like to believe or assume as true. Not even science with all the methods applied validating it. All will be reduced to a wise guess.

There's nothing wrong with science and I'm not against it, the fact that it never contradicts with the mystical only proved my claim to be true. But the problems may lie in the conversions of these scientific facts to fit with and into the sphere outside of its scope. It's like playing the game of chess where each of the player could only think of something that would be a solution to a puzzle limited for what the 64 square boards could have generated when, outside the chessboard, is a vast world of possibilities where some are beyond human comprehensions.

To remember Christ's death even on a wrong date is a way lot better than to never observe at all. To remember is not only for what the numerical value of the event worthy of remembrance but, most importantly, the event itself. We have to keep Christ in our hearts as He has kept us in Him.

Self-sacrificing fanatics who would do everything from inflicting pain to their bodies as a form of penitence to getting crucified would headline the news come Good Friday. Love them or hate them, let them be, as in that case it will be minding your own business. What then if they have literally interpreted the whole thing but did it ever happen to cross in their minds about the adage that says,  "when the body suffers, the spirit flowers"?

I am extending my deepest sympathy and respect to the whole Christian world in observing the life, death, and resurrection of Christ Jesus. And here's a poem I wrote for only in special occasions such as this one:

Christ death was meant for all of us
That we would live eternally;
He gave his life and through that cross
Will guide us through and lead the way.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Love is for those whose eyes are closed



Love always fascinates me and I can always find something new to say about the subject. So for those who really find it hard to understand about the strongest of all emotions, I want you to close your eyes and let your heart see for itself because too often we want love on our terms instead of having love for its own.






Love is for those whose eyes are closed
When seeing's all a confusing;
Because sometimes the eyes can't see
The truest color of a thing.

For love is how a mind must try
To grasp what it can comprehend;
And yet where vision fails to be
Is love dwells most--a faithful friend.

When seeing's all a confusing
Let love unfolds its very eyes;
And so they said about it all:
It's hard to love and still be wise.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Emotion



"The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place; from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web."
    --Pablo Picasso







Long ago it was the moon
I’m bound to lull, the image
Golden within its embrace
In a night superfluous, making
Stance at shoulder length-level
Upon which the only acute
Horizon’s effusion enhanced.
‘Twas the rolling stone, a curve
Cut from nowhere whispering
Soft entanglements away
To a never ending chorus
Of man’s suffocating quests
For reasons.
Another time spent
Spinning, a rummage as sweet
As its fume’s a lust, lost,
Virtually to the essence
Only the depths
Can be certain.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Midnight Stopover at a Free Lane Keep East



"Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey."
    --Pat Conroy

"I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within."
    --Lillian Smith






So this was why light
Flickered
With its masked core of
Incandescence
Reflects "mint greens",
Shouting sweet
Perils of which chambers
Lurked and not distinctly
Given, misunderstood.
And this was why doors
Should open, stories
Claimed, and dawns
Knocked out with
The charge of
Abandoned chairs.
Too many like that Yellow
Touch--and those forms
Of Imminent See which,
With another color--
Only unveil what
We are seeking.
We had found
It all before, many times
Over. This very
Evening, for all time
To come. At
11:59 but
As a permanent shift
Of such an epoch, which was
Why something must
Sprout and waves
At a curtain
Left hanging
Halfway to
The sky, to
The very deep
Of you, to
The unaccustomed.
But this was why
Sometimes, too,
Something must
Be fled in to
The One Direction
In no time
At all.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Pearl of the Orient Seas

During the late '90s I wrote a novel called "Pearl of the Orient Seas". It was a story about the Philippines gearing up on all cylinders against the threat of Chinese invasion that the disputed group of islands in the Spratly could have triggered.

And, as part of the strategic plan the Philippine government has to initiate in the taking back of Sabah from the Malaysians aside from the Spratly issue, whether by diplomatic means or by the use of force, war looms at the corner and aggression seemed like inevitable. The Philippine Navy playing a very significant role would be fielding Pearl of the Orient Seas, an aircraft carrier twice as large as the USS Carl Vinson of the United States and equipped with everything but modern warfare capabilities. The Philippines, having one of the world's strongest navies, emerged as the master of the sea in that part of the world and gains back the reputation becoming the Vikings of the East anew--the direct descendants of the once mighty Shri Vijayan empire.

The novel was half-finished and unedited. Unfortunately, I lost it somewhere. But it was a story about a most advanced, and feared Philippine Navy evolving from what critics sometimes jokingly criticize at as the "floating coffins" to the most powerful conventional weapon of war.

Back to reality, did you know that the greatest naval battle in history was fought in the Philippines during World War II? It was a three major naval engagements, which also includes warplanes,  fought simultaneously  in the Battle of Leyte Gulf, the Battle of Surigao Strait, and the Battle of Cape EngaƱo. The Americans decisively defeated the Japanese and thus avenging the Pearl Harbor incident.

War has has been a part of human existence and civilization since the beginning. Nations will rise against nations and kingdoms against other kingdoms. And there are civil wars putting a government down, rebellions, and uncertainties.

Even in God's heavenly kingdom long time ago, a war once occurred, as what the Holy Bible has told. Lucifer, the chief of all angels, led his army to what was a failed coup d'etat. As the outcome of that war, God exiled him and his converts outside the heavenly kingdom.

We are in a state of war  and our strongest enemy, as what God tried to warn us, is not of the flesh and blood but of the spirit--Lucifer's evil angels. In the end, God will lead his army to victory. The final war will be fought in the Battle of Armageddon.

The Holy Bible mentioned about this prophecy in Revelation chapter 16 verses 12-21: “And the sixth angel poured out his vial upon the great river Euphrates; and the water thereof was dried up, that the way of the kings of the east might be prepared. 13 And I saw three unclean spirits like frogs come out of the mouth of the dragon, and out of the mouth of the beast, and out of the mouth of the false prophet. 14 For they are the spirits of devils, working miracles, which go forth unto the kings of the earth and of the whole world, to gather them to the battle of that great day of God Almighty. 15 Behold, I come as a thief. Blessed is he that watcheth, and keepeth his garments, lest he walks na_k_d, and they see his shame. 16 And he gathered them together into a place called in the Hebrew tongue Armageddon. 17 And the seventh angel poured out his vial into the air; and there came a great voice out of the temple of heaven, from the throne, saying, it is done. 18 And there were voices, and thunders, and lightnings; and there was a great earthquake, such as was not since men were upon the earth, so mighty an earthquake, and so great. 19 And the great city was divided into three parts, and the cities of the nation fell: and great Babylon came in remembrance before God, to give unto her the cup of the wine of the fierceness of his wrath. 20 And every island fled away, and the mountains were not found. 21 And there fell upon men a great hail out of heaven, every stone about the weight of a talent: and men blasphemed God because of the plague of the hail; for the plague thereof was exceeding great.”

In Noah's time, the ark serves as God's sole naval fleet destroying all of those outside of it and, therefore, cleansing the whole of the world with water. His next naval fleet is yet to come--most powerful, advance, and fearsome. It is the Holy City of God like a very large aircraft carrier floating in the oceans of fire.

I will one day finds time to write another novel to replace for the lost one. It must be called Pearl of the Orient Seas, from what was the original title. But, after Armageddon was fought and won, I will be writing Memoirs of a Paradise instead.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

There's more to hope than to despair




“The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven.”
   --Martin Luther King Jr.

“I have seen the sea when it is stormy and wild; when it is quiet and serene; when it is dark and moody. And in all its moods, I see myself.” 
  --Martin Buxbaum 








There's more to hope than to despair
In everything from day to day.
I somehow felt like I had lived
But sailing on a stormy sea.

Unmindful of the waves that rock
I only but could hope and pray--
The water that could sink a ship
Is all around it, I should say.

Yet all the way beyond the storm
There lies a very promised shore.
And in the end you could look back
And smile and say: "That's all worth for!"

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Wisdom flows like a mighty stream





"The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind."
        --Kahlil Gibran







Wisdom flows like a mighty stream
Across the portals of my mind
On winding path it travels tough
Towards the main as it could find.

To drift with it will be a risk
A journey of the chosen few;
For courage just won’t be enough
Than leaning on the Divine Laws.

And many will desire of it
But so much more will have to dream.
Across the portals of my mind,
Wisdom flows like a mighty stream.

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