The Battle Today

As we live life on this present age

We are not only facing trials

But greatest battles to be won

Wars today are not just from the outside

But also from within everybody...

We face it or forever be defeated?

We do something or forever be stagnant…

And meaningless as we exist?

We make difference or do the same…

But still no good purpose to be done?

Wars today is so great and serious

That requires no more corporal nor private

But generals who have sufficient power

To fight with extreme spirit

The challenge today is not anymore easy

The challenge today is still between good and bad

The challenge today is between body and soul

The challenge today requires explosion of selfish body

The challenge today is to let our soul out,

The soul which having our very heart

We are encarcerating them within our body

We cannot deny their yearning to go out

When we could learn to listen to them?

And let them handle us and guide us?

Do not be worry of dominating yourself

This is really a hardwork to make

Pain and suffering are just there

They are natural and sometimes allowed

For us to learn and empower as we go along

Journey is not all smile and laughter

It offers mixed emotion to be encountered

For our humanness be stretched and formed

Letting the soul out requires pain

Our body must be opened and be wounded

For our soul and heart could really escape

We will endure the pain

Or forever suffer ignorance?

Or forever live in immaturity?

The decision is in our hands.

We will answer it now with firm heart?

Or still asking unceasingly question

Without acting the solution?

Do not worry for you are not alone

Many people are on your side

And even them are experiencing the same way.

Just persevere and be firm…

Be patient and faithful…

And you will know that God is never leaving you…

Time With the Lord

The universe is bounded with space and time

All is worrying how to live the rolling dime

For a man, time is busy like a growing vine

Still they don’t know the sweetness of older wine.

Time is gold, almost everyone believes in it.

That’s why the people are busy racing with it

How possibly could man reach its destination

If the time now knows know limitation.

Only one Being could cease the hand of the clock

He’s just waiting for the time your own hand to knock

He who knows no past and future but only now

Refreshing weary soul is his unbroken vow.

He’s waiting for you to be with Him alone

He simply want to know how your life going on

Loving Father He is, longing to hug you tight

To share with you happiness and beauty of life.

All have right time, so no such busiest creature

All men have in their hearts time for their creator

In the arms of God, you can do miracle too

Because eternity will be given to you.

Trust to him all of your worries, pains and hung-ups

And He will comfort, instruct you and lift you up

Share with Him your faith, hope and love and joy of your soul

And you will feel the greatest happiness of all.

March 7, 2006

9:00 am

Day of Solitude

Under the santol tree

What Heart Can Do?

Two hearts bind as one

Can make a loving butterfly, flying on high

Inspiring the world with their lovely wings

Showing that love is the everything

Many hearts unite together

Can makes petals of a flower

Graciously dancing with the wind

Singing out that love is our real end

One heart for everyone

Could define one as a man

Fulfilling God’s works in genesis

Creating man in the likeness of His

“So what heart can do?” you asked

Simply painting smile, breaking mask

Simply raising white flag, ceasing war

Simply changing the world, making a heart.

Susaine

O lily, lily of the field

With splendor, you are veiled

God’s gift to you for your end

To give hope as a friend.

With so much heat I am perspired

But upon seeing you make me inspired

Despite of anything, your petals are blooming

Change my tiredness into singing.

Wandering in the midst of the ocean

Loneliness touches me with longin’

Much more of the coldness brought by rain

There’s no one to embrace my frozen vein.

But there’s one thing ceases my solitude, my dear

When in my sight, I find you there

By your dance in the wave, my weariness dies

With the tune of the breeze’s lullaby

And again, I am gone to the forest

I see none coz’ it’s a mere wilderness

The only thing to be heard is silence

No one to talk to but my conscience.

Then you appear to break the monotone

To sustain the life of the dying stone

Simply being at my side to listen

By that presence my tight chest has loosen.

Because of the smile of your hyacinth

And spreading the fragrance of your scent

Your aroma makes my spirit glowing

Making my heart, joyfully leap again.

Metapora

 (Bikol at Tagalog Bersyon)

METAPORA

[ta-ga-log]

Ang mga titik ay inaayos sa kanyang loob.

Ang mga salita’y lumalabas na walang tunog.

An mga nakaraa’y binabalikan nang may tugtog.

Ang kamay ay nagsulat na rin sa papel ng kasaysayan.

Upang ipabatid ang kanyang panulaan.

Ngunit dinamitan ng metapora ng santinakpan.

Marami ang nahumaling sa kanyang istorya.

Nagbigay-puri ang mga nakabasa.

Walang humpay na palakpak ang dala sa tainga.

Ngunit ang tula ay hindi lang natapos sa tuldok.

Dahil ang makata ngayo’y naroon sa suksok.

Hindi matahimik at sya’y nanlalambot.

S’ya’y nagpatuloy pa rin sa pagsulat ng tuwa sa luha.

Walang nakakapansin sa pag-ayos n’ya ng mga bura.

Kaya nagpadala na lang s’ya sa agos ng kanyang tula.

Ang kanyang sarili’y isinulat n’ya sa kwaderno.

Sa kanyang pag-aakala na kilala n’ya ito..

Sa pamamamagitan ng metapora, isinulat n’ya ito.

Ngunit s’ya mismo ay metapora sa kanyang sarili.

S’ya ay metapora sa lahat ng mga metapora.

Ang nasabing makata, tula sa kanyang tula.

[bi-kol]

An mga letra pinapakaray sa saiyang laog.

An mga tataramon nagluluwas na mayong laog.

An mga agi-agi binabalikan na may tugtog.

An kamot nagsurat na man sa papel nin kasaysayan.

Tangani na ipasabot an saiyang panulaan.

Alagad binaduan nin metapora nin kinaban.

Dakul an nagka-erengganyo sa saiyang istorya.

An mga nagbarasa nagtao nin dakulang honra.

Daing sagkod na upak an dara-dara sa talinga.

Alagad an tula dai man lang natapos sa tuldok.

Ta an makata ngani yaon duman ngonyan sa suksok.

Dai natutuninong asin dai napapauntok.

Sya nagpapadagos man sana sa pagsurat nin ogma sa luha.

Mayong nakakarisa sa pagpakaray nya kan mga para.

Kaya nagpadara na sana sya sa sulog kan saiyang tula.

Isinurat nya sa kwaderno an saiyang sadiri

Sa saiyang paghona-hona na bistado nya ini.

Sa paagi nin metapora ini nya isinabi.

Alagad sya ngani metapora mismo sa saiya.

Sya metapora sa gabos na mga metapora.

An nasambit na makata tula sa saiyang tula.