By Vivian Joy dela Calzada
The Lord is the very reason why even in the saddest part of our life, we smile. Even in confusion, we still understand. Even when betrayed, we trust. Even in rejection, we still care; and even in pain, we love.
We need to fall to be able to fly. People suffer, because we care. We have to unlearn things, for us to know the real lesson. We have to give up, because we are strong. We have to be wrong, in order to make things right.
Life’s complexities are also life’s source of beauty. We should cry to laugh again. We have to surrender so we could be free. We have to be broken to be whole again. We have to feel crazy at once in order to appreciate our sanity. We experience hurt so we could love; we are subjected to denial, so we could be recognized; and we forget in order to realize.
Christ hungered as a man, yet he fed the hungry. He is weary, yet He is our rest. He paid tribute, but in truth, He is the king. He was called a devil, yet he cast out demons. He wept, yet He dried our tears. He was sold for thirty pieces of silver, yet He redeems sinners. He was led as a lamb to be slaughtered, yet He is the good shepherd.
He gave His life, and by dying, He destroyed death.
Life is full of contradictions. Sometimes we need to put down our sword and renounce war with the opposition. But whenever you feel like giving up on these situations, remember that Christ died on the cross for our salvation.
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A Journey Through Reality
By Leah Alvarez
As we all climb the ladder of success,
There are those trials we cannot escape.
Every path leads to uncertainty
With every obstacle we are bound to take.
Sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down
But no one else except you must be blamed --
The flashes of light, poignant and still
Recall memories and your world screams:
“Life itself is not a place
For unworldly acts and doubtful games!”
Reality speaks and whispers its way
Through cruel minds and heavenly stares...
Suppressed and disoriented by fears
The wide, ethereal sky screams
It is not the end; it is only the beginning
Of life’s journey on its way to success.
Facing the aisle of success as
Nostalgic thoughts mark its way
Like the cool breeze of the sea
That pampers its way through the skin.
It looks like heaven and hell collides
Like a battle that summons every man
One must pass though the path he takes
For success lies only within our hands.
As we all climb the ladder of success,
There are those trials we cannot escape.
Every path leads to uncertainty
With every obstacle we are bound to take.
Sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down
But no one else except you must be blamed --
The flashes of light, poignant and still
Recall memories and your world screams:
“Life itself is not a place
For unworldly acts and doubtful games!”
Reality speaks and whispers its way
Through cruel minds and heavenly stares...
Suppressed and disoriented by fears
The wide, ethereal sky screams
It is not the end; it is only the beginning
Of life’s journey on its way to success.
Facing the aisle of success as
Nostalgic thoughts mark its way
Like the cool breeze of the sea
That pampers its way through the skin.
It looks like heaven and hell collides
Like a battle that summons every man
One must pass though the path he takes
For success lies only within our hands.
Roses and Crosses
By Kristine Lomeda
You can kiss the sky hello,
And bid goodbye in the echo
Though you failed once or twice
You have proven you can be wise
Too many things worth thanking for,
Too many wishes to ask for
Thank Him every day of your life
And pray once in a while.
The sorrow and the pain,
That somehow tied you in chains
The joy and the laughter,
That feeling of riding a roller coaster
The people and the places;
The memories, experiences,
See each of them as an eternal gift
To our Lord you may offer and lift
Lady, be happy, be glad
For what you have and what you had
You have lived your life to the fullest
And our Lord had found you at your best!
You can kiss the sky hello,
And bid goodbye in the echo
Though you failed once or twice
You have proven you can be wise
Too many things worth thanking for,
Too many wishes to ask for
Thank Him every day of your life
And pray once in a while.
The sorrow and the pain,
That somehow tied you in chains
The joy and the laughter,
That feeling of riding a roller coaster
The people and the places;
The memories, experiences,
See each of them as an eternal gift
To our Lord you may offer and lift
Lady, be happy, be glad
For what you have and what you had
You have lived your life to the fullest
And our Lord had found you at your best!
In God’s Grace
By Jackielyn Perez
Calling God as our Father
Is better than calling Him as our soldier
Because a soldier fights for power
While He is our great Provider.
We might not see Him with our naked eye
But our conscience could never make a lie
And every time we let out a relief of sigh
He’ll always be the one to wave us “Hi!”
Pretending to be somebody or anybody
Is something we can’t adopt as a hobby
God gave us a unique identity
For us to be able to face reality
Given the chance to love others
Is an opportunity grabbed by us, seekers
We want a simple thing called love
But His grace is the grandest thing we have
Calling God as our Father
Is better than calling Him as our soldier
Because a soldier fights for power
While He is our great Provider.
We might not see Him with our naked eye
But our conscience could never make a lie
And every time we let out a relief of sigh
He’ll always be the one to wave us “Hi!”
Pretending to be somebody or anybody
Is something we can’t adopt as a hobby
God gave us a unique identity
For us to be able to face reality
Given the chance to love others
Is an opportunity grabbed by us, seekers
We want a simple thing called love
But His grace is the grandest thing we have
Kapayapaan
By Althea Reganion
I
Sa araw-araw ay katahimikan
ang nais kong makamtan
sa nagkakagulo nating bayan,
kailan pa makakamit ang kapayapaan?
II
Tulad na lamang sa ating gobyerno,
away-bati ang mga tao
ginagawa anuman ang kanilang gusto
nang masilayan ang kapangyarihang nais matamo.
III
Maging sa loob ng mga tahanan,
Sermon ng ina ang napapakinggan
Away ng magulang, ng buong pamilya,
May katapusan pa kaya?
IV
Lagi na lamang ganito
Tulungan mo po kami, O, Diyos ko
Nawa’y kapayapaan aming matamo,
Upang sa buhay kami’y makuntento.
I
Sa araw-araw ay katahimikan
ang nais kong makamtan
sa nagkakagulo nating bayan,
kailan pa makakamit ang kapayapaan?
II
Tulad na lamang sa ating gobyerno,
away-bati ang mga tao
ginagawa anuman ang kanilang gusto
nang masilayan ang kapangyarihang nais matamo.
III
Maging sa loob ng mga tahanan,
Sermon ng ina ang napapakinggan
Away ng magulang, ng buong pamilya,
May katapusan pa kaya?
IV
Lagi na lamang ganito
Tulungan mo po kami, O, Diyos ko
Nawa’y kapayapaan aming matamo,
Upang sa buhay kami’y makuntento.
Windblown Soliloquies
By Edelrita Rizo
The Breeze flitted over the vast expanse of green, pausing only to play lightly with the lilies that grew plenty in the fields. The Breeze loved the feel of the soft petals, and he lingered a little while longer over the fragile blooms before resuming his usual patrol of the meadow.
It was customary for the Breeze to have little skylarks flying with him as he meandered lazily across the fields. The tiny birds sang cheerfully as they glided along, enjoying the extra height that the Breeze provided for them. He took joy in sifting through the soft feathers of the skylarks, reminding him of the lilies, though he took care not to ruffle the fine strands too much or the birds will veer off their course.
He swirled three times over the flat rock that stood under the shade of a towering oak, and which often had furry little squirrels on it, squabbling over acorns. Then he visited the fluffy white bunnies he was very much fond of. The Breeze could not help but waft through the white fur and whisper in their ears that wiggle charmingly when disturbed far too long.
Ah, and there they are. The soul carriers… two of them. Twice every moon, they visited the far end of the glade where the heliotropes and lavenders grew, which gave the place a cool, calming scent. The soul carriers always had with them a red sheet upon which they sat, talking and laughing as they ate the food they bring along. They would stay for hours at a time, and the Breeze lingered over their place until they left at sundown.
The woman smelled a little like honeysuckle and musk, sweet and captivating. The Breeze often played with the long strands of fur upon her head, and he reveled in the sound of her laughter as she tried to prevent her fur from tangling. The other one, the man, has quite shorter fur, and often smelled like graphite and paint and fresh canvas. The man soul carrier loved the way that the Breeze cooled his brow, and always smiled after the Breeze had fanned his cheek.
The Breeze loved to drift lazily over these two soul carriers -- to tousle their fur, listen to their laughter, and witness their contentment in each other’s arms. Whenever they went to the glades, the Breeze made sure he did not bring too many clouds that block the glorious sunshine. The company of the soul carriers was his escape from routine, and he was glad that the soul carriers seem to appreciate his company as well.
And now, the sun was setting, painting the sky a pinkish-orange glow. The soul carriers were getting to their feet, preparing to leave. The Breeze felt a little mournful at their departure, but he knew that they will be back. It was quite a long wait, but the Breeze knew that the anticipation will only make their return a much more welcome respite.
He caressed the woman’s cheek and ruffled the man’s fur a little more before they left. The soul carriers smiled as they walked away, and the Breeze swirled around them for the last time.
The Breeze flitted over the vast expanse of green, pausing only to play lightly with the lilies that grew plenty in the fields. The Breeze loved the feel of the soft petals, and he lingered a little while longer over the fragile blooms before resuming his usual patrol of the meadow.
It was customary for the Breeze to have little skylarks flying with him as he meandered lazily across the fields. The tiny birds sang cheerfully as they glided along, enjoying the extra height that the Breeze provided for them. He took joy in sifting through the soft feathers of the skylarks, reminding him of the lilies, though he took care not to ruffle the fine strands too much or the birds will veer off their course.
He swirled three times over the flat rock that stood under the shade of a towering oak, and which often had furry little squirrels on it, squabbling over acorns. Then he visited the fluffy white bunnies he was very much fond of. The Breeze could not help but waft through the white fur and whisper in their ears that wiggle charmingly when disturbed far too long.
Ah, and there they are. The soul carriers… two of them. Twice every moon, they visited the far end of the glade where the heliotropes and lavenders grew, which gave the place a cool, calming scent. The soul carriers always had with them a red sheet upon which they sat, talking and laughing as they ate the food they bring along. They would stay for hours at a time, and the Breeze lingered over their place until they left at sundown.
The woman smelled a little like honeysuckle and musk, sweet and captivating. The Breeze often played with the long strands of fur upon her head, and he reveled in the sound of her laughter as she tried to prevent her fur from tangling. The other one, the man, has quite shorter fur, and often smelled like graphite and paint and fresh canvas. The man soul carrier loved the way that the Breeze cooled his brow, and always smiled after the Breeze had fanned his cheek.
The Breeze loved to drift lazily over these two soul carriers -- to tousle their fur, listen to their laughter, and witness their contentment in each other’s arms. Whenever they went to the glades, the Breeze made sure he did not bring too many clouds that block the glorious sunshine. The company of the soul carriers was his escape from routine, and he was glad that the soul carriers seem to appreciate his company as well.
And now, the sun was setting, painting the sky a pinkish-orange glow. The soul carriers were getting to their feet, preparing to leave. The Breeze felt a little mournful at their departure, but he knew that they will be back. It was quite a long wait, but the Breeze knew that the anticipation will only make their return a much more welcome respite.
He caressed the woman’s cheek and ruffled the man’s fur a little more before they left. The soul carriers smiled as they walked away, and the Breeze swirled around them for the last time.
Blink
By Donnie Lomat
I suck at this.
A fool, rendered helpless with just one stroke.
All the years of conditioning gone to waste.
And all you have to do is smile.
And you did.
Damn your eyes.
I suck at this.
A fool, rendered helpless with just one stroke.
All the years of conditioning gone to waste.
And all you have to do is smile.
And you did.
Damn your eyes.
Someday
By Kristine Bernadette Cruz
You asked for patience and I gave it to you
My love and respect, I provided them, too.
You asked me to wait for you and your love
I promised I would; what choice did I have?
“Someday,” you said, someday I’ll see
When we’re together how much you love me
So I sat and I waited day after day
For you and your love to at last come my way.
For the promises and dreams you instilled in my heart
To come true, to pass, and to never fall apart
But with each day that passes, you drift further away
And I sit here knowing I’ll never see someday
My dreams remain broken upon distant shores
My soul never stops crying, but my heart remains yours;
My love and respect, you’ll have them forever
Even now that I know that someday is never.
You asked for patience and I gave it to you
My love and respect, I provided them, too.
You asked me to wait for you and your love
I promised I would; what choice did I have?
“Someday,” you said, someday I’ll see
When we’re together how much you love me
So I sat and I waited day after day
For you and your love to at last come my way.
For the promises and dreams you instilled in my heart
To come true, to pass, and to never fall apart
But with each day that passes, you drift further away
And I sit here knowing I’ll never see someday
My dreams remain broken upon distant shores
My soul never stops crying, but my heart remains yours;
My love and respect, you’ll have them forever
Even now that I know that someday is never.
Goodbye
By Camille Loren Martinez
We became friends real fast
I almost thought it would never last,
But we learned about each other more
And our friendship never became a bore
You know how much this means to me
It’s a shame there wasn’t a chance to see,
We don’t want to set each other free
But we know this is all we’ll ever be
With my heart covered in tears,
I heard your shaky voice in my ears,
And all I can do is cry
When I heard the word goodbye
We became friends real fast
I almost thought it would never last,
But we learned about each other more
And our friendship never became a bore
You know how much this means to me
It’s a shame there wasn’t a chance to see,
We don’t want to set each other free
But we know this is all we’ll ever be
With my heart covered in tears,
I heard your shaky voice in my ears,
And all I can do is cry
When I heard the word goodbye
Eroplano
By Klaris Chua
Hindi ko nalilimutang tumingala
Sa tuwing maririnig ko ang ugong
Na nagmumula sa himpapawid
Kung saan ka pumapaimbulog
Kahanga-hanga ka,
Malayo na ang iyong narating
Iba’t iba ang nakasalamuha
Sa iba't ibang lupain
Kailan kaya kita malalapitan?
Nangangamba ako sa aking kapalaran
Baka ito’y hanggang pangarap na lamang
Na wala rin namang katuparan
Kailan mo ba ako isasama?
Makalipad din kaya ako
O mananatiling nakalapag sa lupa
Humahangos, humahabol sa’yo
Ngunit alam kong may mga araw
Na minsan ika’y bumababa’t nasisira
At balang-araw malalaspag ka rin
Papabayaan hanggang sa maluma
Hindi ko nalilimutang tumingala
Sa tuwing maririnig ko ang ugong
Na nagmumula sa himpapawid
Kung saan ka pumapaimbulog
Kahanga-hanga ka,
Malayo na ang iyong narating
Iba’t iba ang nakasalamuha
Sa iba't ibang lupain
Kailan kaya kita malalapitan?
Nangangamba ako sa aking kapalaran
Baka ito’y hanggang pangarap na lamang
Na wala rin namang katuparan
Kailan mo ba ako isasama?
Makalipad din kaya ako
O mananatiling nakalapag sa lupa
Humahangos, humahabol sa’yo
Ngunit alam kong may mga araw
Na minsan ika’y bumababa’t nasisira
At balang-araw malalaspag ka rin
Papabayaan hanggang sa maluma
In-between Days
By Klaris Chua
Warning signs
of things yet to come
today, we’re not fine
tomorrow
we’ll be well.
Palms will tremble
knees will shake
fire and ice
Collide.
When will we finally be what we dream to be?
Quand serons-nous des amoureux?
I can’t hurt you
you’ve been hurt
for so
many
times before.
You can’t hurt me.
no one ever does.
So let’s wait until perpetuity
comes and hurls
butterflies and clouds
upon us
and let love
Unfurl...
Warning signs
of things yet to come
today, we’re not fine
tomorrow
we’ll be well.
Palms will tremble
knees will shake
fire and ice
Collide.
When will we finally be what we dream to be?
Quand serons-nous des amoureux?
I can’t hurt you
you’ve been hurt
for so
many
times before.
You can’t hurt me.
no one ever does.
So let’s wait until perpetuity
comes and hurls
butterflies and clouds
upon us
and let love
Unfurl...
Hopscotch and Palaver
By Klaris Chua
Skip into the next track
The world is turning now
Breaking down is the point
Piercing to the core of my soul
Don’t be mad if I disagree
That’s natural for skeptics like me
Try to understand my closed mind
Open yours and seek silence
The magic will start the sparks
Sooner you’ll see what lies ahead
Take control of everything and
See through the disguise
The infinite rustling of skirts
Creates some skirmish here or there
Form-fitting doors have spikes
See you in my world at ten
Skip into the next track
The world is turning now
Breaking down is the point
Piercing to the core of my soul
Don’t be mad if I disagree
That’s natural for skeptics like me
Try to understand my closed mind
Open yours and seek silence
The magic will start the sparks
Sooner you’ll see what lies ahead
Take control of everything and
See through the disguise
The infinite rustling of skirts
Creates some skirmish here or there
Form-fitting doors have spikes
See you in my world at ten
My Princess
By Joseph Catapusan
You’re my princess in distress
I am a knight in a warrior’s dress.
I’ll save you from the dragon’s peril
With a heart of immortal zeal.
You are a flower in the garden of weed,
I am the butterfly; you’re the one I need.
Every spring morning you’re the one I hold
And when the winter night gets cold.
I am like Romeo, whose love is true,
But you are like Juliet, you leave me blue.
Despite everything that happened to us,
I still love you, against all the odds.
You’re my princess in distress
I am a knight in a warrior’s dress.
I’ll save you from the dragon’s peril
With a heart of immortal zeal.
You are a flower in the garden of weed,
I am the butterfly; you’re the one I need.
Every spring morning you’re the one I hold
And when the winter night gets cold.
I am like Romeo, whose love is true,
But you are like Juliet, you leave me blue.
Despite everything that happened to us,
I still love you, against all the odds.
Click
By Bernard John Abraham
Jagged wisps of
eternity studded the sky on
feather-like projections that kept my eyes
fixated on them --
immobile,
unmoving, unblinking, as if
I was afraid to lose it.
For I know its ephemerality as a fact.
So I raised my hand to my eye
and froze the scene in my memory
where it would be held forever.
Jagged wisps of
eternity studded the sky on
feather-like projections that kept my eyes
fixated on them --
immobile,
unmoving, unblinking, as if
I was afraid to lose it.
For I know its ephemerality as a fact.
So I raised my hand to my eye
and froze the scene in my memory
where it would be held forever.
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