the south side…

Solitude of my heart was hard to revive,

the loneliness I got darkens my life.

Afraid to surrender to anyone my love,

for my heart was unblessed by the One above.

Then in a thin road I surpassed,

my desperate eyes made me glance.

with glimpses of you  I felt a spark

Seeing a precious gem in a lady’s heart.

I swing again my heart along the horizon,

prayers sent to heaven where love is born.

Though I’m scared and wary that you may leave me,

at least by now  you made me smile completely.

You gave amazing ways for me to feel,

in life that’s short you made me see,

that optimism and chances of being happy

the heart of yours made me believe in thee.

(in time…)

theen here sent my attention on the statements I placed under the “who I want to meet?” friendster section.  It goes “the one who my heart belongs to, like the stars with the sky. The one I bring roses to, and say everyday I love you. The one that I travel hundred miles to just see her smile… The one who I wish I could be with forever. Like how water remains in the streams and constantly flowing. The one I want to stay by my side, and bring our fairy tales alive…”

Then I wondered… And thinking a person as such as a pessimistic that I am would lay my ideals of the subject matter on that premise. I was hyped perhaps when I wrote that. Just wasn’t congruent on what the real side of this intricate blue planet had shown me.

Some were just bare fortunate to have had found a fairy tale. Or some may had been too patient and lucky in their search for their “they live happily ever after” story or was too patient in webbing the magic of their own. But patience and sacrifices aint always enough. Nor all the ingredients for everlasting love plus all the virtues and guiding principles of love won’t guarantee cupid’s blessings.

I concluded into myself even long before that the so called “destined one” was just aint real. One cannot even justify that they had found their destined someone even in the binds of marriage. ‘coz what if they suddenly got separated, like someone got involved with somebody else, or if one day they woke up and suddenly finds out that they had fallen out of love. It may always happen, to anyone, to anybody however strong the love that they have from the start.

So it is, dream love is nothing but a dream. Perfect love doesn’t exist. And finding one aint worth it. And one should at least be happy when the love he/she found was just not the right one, ‘coz its much better to have it than the right and perfect love that was never found.

One day I realized how big it was,

the short lane we traveled and passed.

A kind of friendship you gave,

was a little of everything I will save.

The gift of chance to my life’s a glance,

the first days of June I am delighted at once

Should had been happy and satisfied

I looked beyond and failed to realize.

You told me to leave if I must

and say goodbye to a friend I loved and trust.

I turned my back and walked away

just before October’s very last.

Wherever I go I’ll remember and relish

however hasty and inadequate.

I will always be grateful and mindful

and for that little everything I will forever thankful

September Love

I vent on times to picture our past

And relish each word of times of yore

To maze and fonder the romance we’ve had

Dazzled by turns of change of clouds.

The reverie makes me feel again

Your careful heart that made me sink.

The aura that you create makes me envy

The one that holds it permanently.

Whatever it is that became of us

Those treasure will remain to last.

For you had been cupids treasure bid

For my forlorn heart to love.

The road to success is not straight…

  there is a curve called failure…

                     a loop called confusion…

speed bumps called friends…

                                       red lights called enemies…

caution lights called family…

there will be flats called jobs…

BUT,

if you have a spare called determination…

an engine called perseverance…

insurance called faith…

it will make you to a place called…

SUCCESS!

                                "tinampo" 

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and and four year old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about Grandfather," said the son. I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four year old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four year old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
On a positive note, I’ve learned that, no matter what happens or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I’ve learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.
I’ve learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."
I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.
I’ve learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch-holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.
I’ve learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about.

I just did.

                                   A likely thing. If it was

ever intended that I should go

across salt water, do you

suppose Providence 

would have cast 

                                          my lot in an island?

- Charles Dickens

…today i set my foot on a direction where many companions had been and some went back.

…i am not eager really. And it’s not where wana go either. i just wana be where ill have more of the choices and reality.

…i don’t consider it a really a big thing but a cavalier must keep on going.

…onward forward…  bye for now cheidi…

…You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation…and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else. -HERMANN HESSE

 "To get through the hardest journey we need take only one step at a time, but we must keep on stepping"