..tiny bits of ice hits the ground with the heavy downpour
the window glass salvage itself from the painful strikes
like a bullet, they fire at the roof
yet leaving no marks but memories of those gone days and gone bys.

The storm slows as the fog starts to fade from the horizon leaving mist from the window glass. I wiped the mist, draw my name and smiled.

Even danger gives sweet nostalgic feeling if not bringing memories back to life. Out from the window, the strong flow of the river continues to angrily drag bold objects that cross its path. It is rage - so strong, it can't be stopped.

A lot of people says so that rain reminds them a lot of sweet and painful memories. Two extreme opposite feelings; either swept by the rain, by the storm. But rains do have miracles. I believe it so.

While I was watching the heavy drops of rain crash the dusty ground out from our boring office, I would wonder why we blame the rain so much, why we curse it and why we hated it. Yes, it may have brought us pain from the hundreds, thousands and millions of lives it has taken.Yet, the rain had brought joy to more people than those it took, gratitude must also come and acceptance must be realized.

When we were kids and innocence rules us, we would ask our parents if not our relatives why it rains. My favorite answer then was 'God is angry and he is crying"; so thats why it rains. Isn't it corny, a good answer for kids who don't understand so much and believes easily.

But wasn't it really true? Actually, that answers seems to be more believable than the scientific answer. While people enjoy what the modern world has to offer them regardless of what it would effect the environment, God must be watching us-ofcouse thats what he does. Then, when He saw that we are abusing the blessings He gave to us, He would be angry and He would cry so hard that it rained and storms would swept cities and places all over the world with just hours of heavy downpour.

Yet most of the time, the rains serves to be blessings. Farmers would jump in joy as the rain would irrigate their dry fields- a new life grows and families whose main survival is food and water are relieved. Rain provides life as it takes it,too.

even if mountains are too high
and oceans too deep
my eyes will soar high
my heart will swim deep
as my soul sets free from the earth's ravage
i am a servant of no one but God's alone
and my moves will draw nearer to Him
for i have been saved and blessed by His Grace and Mercy
To God be the Glory!

valentine haiku

Oh! valentino
how could love speak so harshly
leaving me empty

oh! valentino
how does love glitter at night
the way stars do?

even if i bury my soul in the ground
and wait for it to suffocate and die
will it ever change the truth?

even if i lost my spirit in the darkness
and wait till it totally vanish
will it still hide the truth?

all that may left me are unbearable lies
chasing me from death to birth
how will I ever see the truth?

mornings have passed
and only empty evenings complete the days
the midday heat steams by noon
leaving the earth cold at night


i wonder why the sun surrenders
somehow, it needed time to rest
and the clouds needed to cry,too
'tis to release pain and agony
from the excruciating reality

leave me a word that would describe pain
for pain itself is an unbearable word
if you leave me other word
how painful would it be?

i opened my blog
but i don't seem to find words to fill it up!
moments like this are empty
no inspiration, less motivation
life sucks sometimes!

monday

Earlier, when the sun was up and the streets busy, and the people rushing, the pain and rage was on fire.

Later, when the rain calms down and the streets flooded, and the trees all damp, that pain and rage will sudside..

bathed by the heavy rain like the tears pouring down her rosy cheeks... it would flow, it would swim away, it would be gone..just like the rain.. after a long busy day..

AUGUST DEADLINE

the time machine must have malfunctioned
living the earth cramming in frustrations and delays
Few sips of coffee ends your morning
Empty tummy starts the day's work
Day and night
Seems like a single hour
August must have gone mad with the rest of the months
living the days jumping over each other
day 1 then comes day 30
a heavy days work leaves you motionless
At night when sleep hardly visits
a silent desperate prayer leaves your thought in darkness
morning comes with eyes popping like frogs
the world must have gone crazy
sensing its near end when things must vanish
and another world shall give birth

JULY BREEZE

october war

Cries of different pitches and tones
reverberates in the valley
echoes along with each drop of the rain
so gentle yet strong
it lingers all along

at night, when the rain pours
the steps of rushing soldiers crushes down on the roof
like their bullets, the rain shoots its targets
boom! alas! the target is down
the soldiers win

state of the light art

4-A reunion

the wind shall take me to Nirvana
a place where i don't need to shed tears
for the pain that the rain had inflicted me
keeps on pinching my soul
for not only my heart was broken but even my faith
and that faith that i had to fed
has to starve to feed others faith

BLIND

protect me from the sun
burning me every time i see
protect me from the wind
hurting me every time i see
protect me from the water
drowning me every time i see
protect me from the beauty
deceiving me every time i see
protect me from the ugly
humiliating me every time i see
protect me from the world
blinding me every time i see...

rain will keep on falling 'til tears keep on falling..v.v.

pain and rain

free your heart from everything
let it dance in the rain
let it fall and be hurt
cause only pain will make your heart real

million words could define rain
just how you define you
for in every moment you spent time while its raining
you must have broke into tears or into victorious laughter
for if you compare rain to love
it could be but it could be not

Kill me now
ah! pain!
for long have i suffered
you want me dead
so take me now
for if death wont take me
i shall take it myself
for i have had enough
of lies and mediocrities
of humiliation and injustice
they no longer deserve my patience
for even angels cry and turn the other way
see! like Lucifer, the greatest and prettiest angel of all
have declined and chose to be a ruler of his own kingdom
have set free of all imaginations
and turn his dreams to reality
see! like Edward, a blood-thirsty vampire
gave up his life for the love of a human
of whom, they sip life
but look, Edward chooses to die for a weak creature-Bella
I, then shall set myself free and be crazy
for happiness is not all about love!

Even if the sky is clear blue
with the sun smiling brightly at its window
the grudges of disease had caught me off guard
i was clearing the sky to create my future
but the darkness of this disease had kept me caged
i could not escape , cant even barely move
and my wings grew weaker each day
with no promise of freedom from the aggravating pain and sorrow
of how i triumph for the past year
shall i turn loser now?
i kept a promise
for the sake of this life
that amidst all, shall i remain a victor of that promise!