As someone who has been with fashion all these years, from manufacturing to fashion shows to those glossy spreads we see on magazines, I have come to realise that more often than not, fashion has more negative than positive contributions especially towards the younger generation.
Don't get me wrong. Fashion is not bad in itself but what the world has made it to be. A lot of us have idolized images of women from the likes of the models on magazines, Sex & the City and etc due to fashion. We want to be like them and act like them. We have forgotten how to be individuals and we have forgotten how to be the true person we are made to be. We have manipulated to think that all it takes to be someone is to be fashionable, thin and sexy. Anorexia, depression, mental issues are all outcomes of this.
Therefore, i applaud 'pure fashion' for taking a balanced approach towards fashion and for reminding us that beauty is more than fashion.
Check out the videos..the promo video is good.
http://www.purefashion.com/experience
Coming from someone who has been living in the world of fashion for the past 10 years or so, i hope i have not contributed to this messed up image of women around me. If i have, i am truely sorry.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
The Lord's message to St. Catherine of Siena
"A different reward is received by the soul who perceives only My will, which, as has been said, wishes nothing else but your good; so that everything which I give or permit to happen to you, I give so that you may arrive at the end for which I created you." St. Catherine of Siena
Thursday, August 26, 2010
A Rock-Solid Marriage
Does that kind still exist?
That kind will always exist. In the small town of Siroki-Brieg, 20 miles from Medjugorje, parish records show not a single divorce from among 13,000 faithful. Within the memory of the living, not a single family has broken apart. Could it be that Herzegovina enjoys some sort of special priviledge from heaven? Do the young couples pronounce some secret formula during the ceremony? Is there some kind of magical trick that protects them from the demon of quarrels and division?
The answer is much simpler than all that! For centuries the people of this land have suffered cruelly because others have tried to take from them their Christian faith and wipe off the map the precious name of Our Lord Jesus Christ, who died on the Cross and rose again to open up the gates of Eternal Life for us. They know from experience that their salvation lies in the Cross of Christ. Salvation does not come from UN Peace Keepers, from disarmament treaties, from humanitarian aid, from peace accords or speeches from the United Nations. even if these efforts can sometimes be channels for bringing a little help to the world. No, the source of salvation is the Cross of Christ!
The humble people of Herzegovina have the intelligence of the poor, that beautiful wisdom that consists of being nobody's fool in matters of life and death. This is why they have linked forever marriage and the Cross of Christ. They have grounded marriage, which is the source of human life, in the Cross, which is the source of divine life.
The Croatians have a particularly beautiful wedding tradition-which delights the pilgrims in Medjugorje-so beautiful, in fact, that people are picking it up in Europe and even in America!
When young people are getting ready to wed, people don't tell them that they found the ideal partner, the person of their dreams. This is what the priest tells them:" You found your cross. And a cross if to be loved, to be carried; a cross is not to be thrown away, but to be cherished." If a priest said these words in France, the fiances would be stuck speechless. But in Herzegovina, the Cross evokes the greatest love, and the crucifix is the treasure of the home.
Father Jozo often tells the pilgrims about the tradition that has been upheld in his country. When the fiances set off for the church to be married, they bring a crucifix with them. This crucifix is blessed by the priest, and during the exchange of vows it holds a central place.
The bride places her right hand on the cross, and the groom puts his hand over hers, so that their two hands are bound together on the cross, grounded in the Cross. Then the priest covers their hands with his stole; the young people proclaim their vows and promise to be faithful, according to the classic rite of the Church. Once the promises are exchanged, the bride and groom do not kiss each other, but rather they kiss the Cross: they know that they are kissing the source of love. Anyone close enough to see their two hands joined on the Cross understands clearly that if the husband lets go of his wife, or if the wife lets go of her husband, they let go of the Cross! And if they abandon the Cross, they have nothing left - they have lost everything, for they have abandoned Jesus. They have lost Jesus.
After the ceremony the newlyweds bring the crucifix back to their home and give it a place of honour in the house. It becomes the center of family prayer, for the young couple believes deeply that the family is born of the Cross. When a trouble arises, or if they experience some conflict, they will come before the this crucifix to seek help (meaning pray).They will not go to a lawyer, or a fortune teller, or have their palms read, they won;t rely on a psychologist or a counselor to settle the matter. No, they go to their Jesus, in front of the Cross. They kneel there, they cry there, they pour out their hearts there; and above all they forgive there. They will not go to sleep until they have unburdened their hearts for they will have gone to Jesus for help. He who is the only One who has the power to save.
The first thing the children are given is the Cross. They kiss the Cross everyday and don't go to bed at night like the pagans without having thanked Jesus. As far back as the children can remember, Jesus has been the special friend of the family, respected and embraced. They don't go to bed with a 'blankey' to hug at night in order to feel secure; rather, they say 'nighty-night' to Jesus and kiss the Cross. They go to sleep with Jesus, not with a teddy bear. They know that Jesus will keep them safe within His arms, that there is nothing to be afraid of, and their fears melt away in that kiss to Jesus.
I found this real life story truly inspiring that i feel i must share. Article above taken from the book" Medjugorje, the '90s written by Sr. Emmanuel.
Embracing a crucifix or a cross is not a superstitious belief that many has misunderstood. Rather, it is a reminder that Jesus loves us so much that He died on the cross for us. Whenever we see a crucifix, we are reminded that God is always with us and He is watching over us. Thus, invoking love in us and reminding us that we shall not offend God anymore.
Today, marriage has become a piece of legal paper. However, in God's eyes, it is still a covenant. What God has unite, man shall not divide. The beautiful tradition described above just shows how much God values a marriage.It is precious in His eyes.
I remember a pastor once told me, at the end of the day, when you feel like nothing is working out and you want to give up marriage, the Cross will remind you that it is God who has united you and He has a purpose for this marriage.
I hope you're inspired. God bless.
Peace and Love.
That kind will always exist. In the small town of Siroki-Brieg, 20 miles from Medjugorje, parish records show not a single divorce from among 13,000 faithful. Within the memory of the living, not a single family has broken apart. Could it be that Herzegovina enjoys some sort of special priviledge from heaven? Do the young couples pronounce some secret formula during the ceremony? Is there some kind of magical trick that protects them from the demon of quarrels and division?
The answer is much simpler than all that! For centuries the people of this land have suffered cruelly because others have tried to take from them their Christian faith and wipe off the map the precious name of Our Lord Jesus Christ, who died on the Cross and rose again to open up the gates of Eternal Life for us. They know from experience that their salvation lies in the Cross of Christ. Salvation does not come from UN Peace Keepers, from disarmament treaties, from humanitarian aid, from peace accords or speeches from the United Nations. even if these efforts can sometimes be channels for bringing a little help to the world. No, the source of salvation is the Cross of Christ!
The humble people of Herzegovina have the intelligence of the poor, that beautiful wisdom that consists of being nobody's fool in matters of life and death. This is why they have linked forever marriage and the Cross of Christ. They have grounded marriage, which is the source of human life, in the Cross, which is the source of divine life.
The Croatians have a particularly beautiful wedding tradition-which delights the pilgrims in Medjugorje-so beautiful, in fact, that people are picking it up in Europe and even in America!
When young people are getting ready to wed, people don't tell them that they found the ideal partner, the person of their dreams. This is what the priest tells them:" You found your cross. And a cross if to be loved, to be carried; a cross is not to be thrown away, but to be cherished." If a priest said these words in France, the fiances would be stuck speechless. But in Herzegovina, the Cross evokes the greatest love, and the crucifix is the treasure of the home.
Father Jozo often tells the pilgrims about the tradition that has been upheld in his country. When the fiances set off for the church to be married, they bring a crucifix with them. This crucifix is blessed by the priest, and during the exchange of vows it holds a central place.
The bride places her right hand on the cross, and the groom puts his hand over hers, so that their two hands are bound together on the cross, grounded in the Cross. Then the priest covers their hands with his stole; the young people proclaim their vows and promise to be faithful, according to the classic rite of the Church. Once the promises are exchanged, the bride and groom do not kiss each other, but rather they kiss the Cross: they know that they are kissing the source of love. Anyone close enough to see their two hands joined on the Cross understands clearly that if the husband lets go of his wife, or if the wife lets go of her husband, they let go of the Cross! And if they abandon the Cross, they have nothing left - they have lost everything, for they have abandoned Jesus. They have lost Jesus.
After the ceremony the newlyweds bring the crucifix back to their home and give it a place of honour in the house. It becomes the center of family prayer, for the young couple believes deeply that the family is born of the Cross. When a trouble arises, or if they experience some conflict, they will come before the this crucifix to seek help (meaning pray).They will not go to a lawyer, or a fortune teller, or have their palms read, they won;t rely on a psychologist or a counselor to settle the matter. No, they go to their Jesus, in front of the Cross. They kneel there, they cry there, they pour out their hearts there; and above all they forgive there. They will not go to sleep until they have unburdened their hearts for they will have gone to Jesus for help. He who is the only One who has the power to save.
The first thing the children are given is the Cross. They kiss the Cross everyday and don't go to bed at night like the pagans without having thanked Jesus. As far back as the children can remember, Jesus has been the special friend of the family, respected and embraced. They don't go to bed with a 'blankey' to hug at night in order to feel secure; rather, they say 'nighty-night' to Jesus and kiss the Cross. They go to sleep with Jesus, not with a teddy bear. They know that Jesus will keep them safe within His arms, that there is nothing to be afraid of, and their fears melt away in that kiss to Jesus.
I found this real life story truly inspiring that i feel i must share. Article above taken from the book" Medjugorje, the '90s written by Sr. Emmanuel.
Embracing a crucifix or a cross is not a superstitious belief that many has misunderstood. Rather, it is a reminder that Jesus loves us so much that He died on the cross for us. Whenever we see a crucifix, we are reminded that God is always with us and He is watching over us. Thus, invoking love in us and reminding us that we shall not offend God anymore.
Today, marriage has become a piece of legal paper. However, in God's eyes, it is still a covenant. What God has unite, man shall not divide. The beautiful tradition described above just shows how much God values a marriage.It is precious in His eyes.
I remember a pastor once told me, at the end of the day, when you feel like nothing is working out and you want to give up marriage, the Cross will remind you that it is God who has united you and He has a purpose for this marriage.
I hope you're inspired. God bless.
Peace and Love.
Thanks Whitney Houston for being an Inspiration!
I am almost a year late to watch Whitney Houston's interview with Oprah but nevertheless, not too late to be touched by her transformation. It was amazing to see the breakthrough after 7 years of silence. What struck me most was she chose to come back into the music industry, the very field where she got messed up and allowed God to use her talent to touch others.
I pray for many more like her. Many more who will be brave enough to stand up for their faith and proclaim to the world that there is a God who cares and loves us and who is waiting for us to have joy in our hearts. Her wonderful testimonial is indeed a light in this world especially in the world of music where many has sunk into the chains of worldliness and has forgotten how to love and be loved.
My favourite part is when she says "One day at a time". That's how we should take each day as it is. One day at a time.
Here's a glimpse of the interview.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fsKieORXIQ&NR=1
This is one of her new songs that is truly inspiring...listen to the lyrics sung..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Pze_mdbOK8&ob=av2e
Thank you Whitney for allowing God to use you as a vessel of light to us.
I pray for many more like her. Many more who will be brave enough to stand up for their faith and proclaim to the world that there is a God who cares and loves us and who is waiting for us to have joy in our hearts. Her wonderful testimonial is indeed a light in this world especially in the world of music where many has sunk into the chains of worldliness and has forgotten how to love and be loved.
My favourite part is when she says "One day at a time". That's how we should take each day as it is. One day at a time.
Here's a glimpse of the interview.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fsKieORXIQ&NR=1
This is one of her new songs that is truly inspiring...listen to the lyrics sung..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Pze_mdbOK8&ob=av2e
Thank you Whitney for allowing God to use you as a vessel of light to us.
The Message is Prayer
“Dear children! With great joy, also today, I desire to call you anew: pray, pray, pray. May this time be a time of personal prayer for you. During the day, find a place where you will pray joyfully in a recollected way. I love you and bless you all. Thank you for having responded to my call.”
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
A Glimpse of My King
Such Divine Sweetness,
To wake up to the face of my King,
What heavenly cup of honey,
Served as tea to quench my thirst
Such Mystical Experience,
To savour the realms of the crown,
What fresh water from nothingness,
Poured unto me to cleanse my soul
Such Beautiful Moment,
To taste a touch of the Kingdom,
What honour and glory from on high,
Bestowed on me the maid from below
Such Extraordinary Joy,
To sit at the feet of my Servant King,
What words could not fully explain,
A glimpse of the treasures that are to come
To wake up to the face of my King,
What heavenly cup of honey,
Served as tea to quench my thirst
Such Mystical Experience,
To savour the realms of the crown,
What fresh water from nothingness,
Poured unto me to cleanse my soul
Such Beautiful Moment,
To taste a touch of the Kingdom,
What honour and glory from on high,
Bestowed on me the maid from below
Such Extraordinary Joy,
To sit at the feet of my Servant King,
What words could not fully explain,
A glimpse of the treasures that are to come
Turn up the Music
Turn up the music without delay
The song inside of me wants to come out and play
A note that floats between alto and soprano
Tuning perhaps into a world that none can go
Strangers face each other with passions that take flight
Souls intertwined with the music of the night
A heartbeat that plays the never-ending story
Where no one can claim either shame or glory
The rhythm in me beats to the sound of love
From the depths of my soul to the heavens above
Crumbling the walls that was built over the years
Till my music banish my deepest fears
The song inside of me wants to come out and play
A note that floats between alto and soprano
Tuning perhaps into a world that none can go
Strangers face each other with passions that take flight
Souls intertwined with the music of the night
A heartbeat that plays the never-ending story
Where no one can claim either shame or glory
The rhythm in me beats to the sound of love
From the depths of my soul to the heavens above
Crumbling the walls that was built over the years
Till my music banish my deepest fears
Message from the Blessed Mother in Medjugorje
".....Little children, do not fear, for I am with you, even when you think there is no way out and that Satan reigns. I bring peace to you. I am your mother and the Queen of Peace. I bless you with the blessing of joy so that God may be everything to you in your lives. Thank you for having responded to my call."
Almost Perfect
It came in a box
Beautifully wrapped, endearingly carved
Majestically presented
Yet
It was chipped
A small flaw that seemed almost invisible
A tiny crack with a fragile stare
Almost oblivion to the eyes of many
A spark without the light
Like music humming in the midst of moonlight
Like starry nights looking back at Van Gogh
It was almost sublime
It was almost honest
Yet
It stood silently, unknowingly
It wrapped its enchantment around the blurring vision
Like dewy drops on a cold misty morning
Like palette of colours swishing in a monotone
It is flawed
Yet
Almost Perfect
Beautifully wrapped, endearingly carved
Majestically presented
Yet
It was chipped
A small flaw that seemed almost invisible
A tiny crack with a fragile stare
Almost oblivion to the eyes of many
A spark without the light
Like music humming in the midst of moonlight
Like starry nights looking back at Van Gogh
It was almost sublime
It was almost honest
Yet
It stood silently, unknowingly
It wrapped its enchantment around the blurring vision
Like dewy drops on a cold misty morning
Like palette of colours swishing in a monotone
It is flawed
Yet
Almost Perfect
Who am I?
Who am I?
I was nothing but a speck of dust
You moulded me into a pot without rust
Who am I?
I was a useless piece of metallic crust
You shaped me into a pure form without lust
Who am I?
I was a dead body with meaningless breathing
You breathed life into my very being
Who am I?
I was numb with no cure for my common dream
You filled me by your precious spirit with a new gleam
Who am I that you sought to restore my soul?
Who am I that you strive for my lost, wretched soul?
Who am I that you had to endure searing pain?
Who am I that you would withhold sun for thunders and rain?
Who am I that you were swallowed in the depths of isolation?
Who am I that you had to suffer disgust and humiliation?
Who am I that you would carve me in your palms?
Who am I that you would carry me in your arms?
Who am I that you would embrace the darkest hour?
Who am I that you chose to be a servant without power?
Who am I that you burn for passion for the likes of me?
Who am I that you shower mercy to a creature like me?
Who am I to deserve such grace?
Who am I that you would save?
Who am I?
The pain on the cross will always be beyond my comprehension
But this I know your spirit is more than enough to be my companion
The blood you shed for me is beyond the grasp of my understanding
But I rejoice in hope, enduring in affliction for life everlasting
I was nothing but a speck of dust
You moulded me into a pot without rust
Who am I?
I was a useless piece of metallic crust
You shaped me into a pure form without lust
Who am I?
I was a dead body with meaningless breathing
You breathed life into my very being
Who am I?
I was numb with no cure for my common dream
You filled me by your precious spirit with a new gleam
Who am I that you sought to restore my soul?
Who am I that you strive for my lost, wretched soul?
Who am I that you had to endure searing pain?
Who am I that you would withhold sun for thunders and rain?
Who am I that you were swallowed in the depths of isolation?
Who am I that you had to suffer disgust and humiliation?
Who am I that you would carve me in your palms?
Who am I that you would carry me in your arms?
Who am I that you would embrace the darkest hour?
Who am I that you chose to be a servant without power?
Who am I that you burn for passion for the likes of me?
Who am I that you shower mercy to a creature like me?
Who am I to deserve such grace?
Who am I that you would save?
Who am I?
The pain on the cross will always be beyond my comprehension
But this I know your spirit is more than enough to be my companion
The blood you shed for me is beyond the grasp of my understanding
But I rejoice in hope, enduring in affliction for life everlasting
Forgive Me
I am swimming in the sea of remorse and guilt,
Fishing for pleas of mercy and pity
How could I destroy the bridge that was built?
How could I crush the trust that was given infinitely?
Forgive me for my foolishness
Forgive me for my naivety
I do not deserve forgiveness
I do not deserve mercy
How could I stamp my foot on what was obvious?
How could I give in to cravings of worldliness?
How could I forget you and be oblivious?
How could I chuck away what was once blissfulness?
I hope for another chance
I hope this journey will never end
I hope I will never need to stop our dance
I hope the perfect string will not bend
I hope I will not be forsaken
Lest I’ll be lost in the sea of chaos and blindness
I hope this connection will not be broken
Lest my soul will be scattered into madness
Forgive me not for sinning
Forgive me not for running
Forgive me not for lying
But
Forgive me for hurting
Fishing for pleas of mercy and pity
How could I destroy the bridge that was built?
How could I crush the trust that was given infinitely?
Forgive me for my foolishness
Forgive me for my naivety
I do not deserve forgiveness
I do not deserve mercy
How could I stamp my foot on what was obvious?
How could I give in to cravings of worldliness?
How could I forget you and be oblivious?
How could I chuck away what was once blissfulness?
I hope for another chance
I hope this journey will never end
I hope I will never need to stop our dance
I hope the perfect string will not bend
I hope I will not be forsaken
Lest I’ll be lost in the sea of chaos and blindness
I hope this connection will not be broken
Lest my soul will be scattered into madness
Forgive me not for sinning
Forgive me not for running
Forgive me not for lying
But
Forgive me for hurting
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Dancing in the Moonlight
An enchanting night was how it begun,
Twinkling of magical powders all around…
Swirling and twirling,
The moon lights beaming,
The dance floor flooding,
The music serenading…
In the midst of the booming,
You stood there handsomely charming,
Tall and poised, there were none as dashing,
You caught my eyes and sent me spinning…
Words can’t explain what went on happening,
Hard to comprehend the mystical surrounding,
Caught off guard by mere transcending,
A young bud that went on blooming…
Across the mist and flickering light,
A fairy tale story had just ascended,
Tales of never-ending dancing that took flight,
However unfortunate it had to be ended…
Dancing in the moon light,
Those precious moments that felt so right,
Don’t come twice on a note so rare,
Short and sweet it shall stay.
Twinkling of magical powders all around…
Swirling and twirling,
The moon lights beaming,
The dance floor flooding,
The music serenading…
In the midst of the booming,
You stood there handsomely charming,
Tall and poised, there were none as dashing,
You caught my eyes and sent me spinning…
Words can’t explain what went on happening,
Hard to comprehend the mystical surrounding,
Caught off guard by mere transcending,
A young bud that went on blooming…
Across the mist and flickering light,
A fairy tale story had just ascended,
Tales of never-ending dancing that took flight,
However unfortunate it had to be ended…
Dancing in the moon light,
Those precious moments that felt so right,
Don’t come twice on a note so rare,
Short and sweet it shall stay.
One Awaits
Sleepless Nights,
Painful Blisters,
Turbulence Awaits…
Ugly Sights,
Imprisoned Soul,
Decaying of the Body…
Endless Questions,
Anxieties Galore,
Agonies Perspiring…
Is this the Awakening that was meant to be?
A Rapture that is to come?
A Purification process of the Soul?
A Sanctifying grace that one cannot comprehend?
One Awaits…
A Rainbow after the Rain
The Light after the Darkest Hour
Resurrection after Galilee
Hope after Despair
The time will come…
Yes, it shall
As One Awaits
Painful Blisters,
Turbulence Awaits…
Ugly Sights,
Imprisoned Soul,
Decaying of the Body…
Endless Questions,
Anxieties Galore,
Agonies Perspiring…
Is this the Awakening that was meant to be?
A Rapture that is to come?
A Purification process of the Soul?
A Sanctifying grace that one cannot comprehend?
One Awaits…
A Rainbow after the Rain
The Light after the Darkest Hour
Resurrection after Galilee
Hope after Despair
The time will come…
Yes, it shall
As One Awaits
Alone...
Alone…
Sitting by the alley
Eating is the only thing on her mind
Or perhaps
Nothing is too great to bother her now
She can hear the rumble
She can’t help but grumble
Why her?
Why?
Oh Why?
She just wants a touch
She just wants a ‘hi’
She just wants a quick acknowledgement
Or perhaps
She just wants someone to reach out
Perhaps a pat
Perhaps a hug
Or even
Perhaps a smile
Is it so much to ask for?
Is it so much to aim for?
Is it so much to long for?
Her soul is aching
Her heart is longing
Her throat is thirsting
Her stomach is churning
Her loneliness too deep
Her hopelessness too much
Her helplessness too huge
Her bleakness too strong
She can no longer take it
Why her?
Why?
Oh Why?
She will be leaving the world
Sitting by that alley
Alone…
Sitting by the alley
Eating is the only thing on her mind
Or perhaps
Nothing is too great to bother her now
She can hear the rumble
She can’t help but grumble
Why her?
Why?
Oh Why?
She just wants a touch
She just wants a ‘hi’
She just wants a quick acknowledgement
Or perhaps
She just wants someone to reach out
Perhaps a pat
Perhaps a hug
Or even
Perhaps a smile
Is it so much to ask for?
Is it so much to aim for?
Is it so much to long for?
Her soul is aching
Her heart is longing
Her throat is thirsting
Her stomach is churning
Her loneliness too deep
Her hopelessness too much
Her helplessness too huge
Her bleakness too strong
She can no longer take it
Why her?
Why?
Oh Why?
She will be leaving the world
Sitting by that alley
Alone…
The Greatest Love
The greatest Love
To lay down one’s life for another
It is incomprehensible
It is inconceivable in the minds of other
The greatest Love
To pick up the Cross and carry
It is undeniable
It is unbearable for many to tally
The greatest Love
To wash the feet of one lower than He
It is unthinkable
It is unacceptable to those who deny He
The greatest Love
To offer one’s blood and body
It is unfathomable
It is unmeasurable to those who are called to be holy
To lay down one’s life for another
It is incomprehensible
It is inconceivable in the minds of other
The greatest Love
To pick up the Cross and carry
It is undeniable
It is unbearable for many to tally
The greatest Love
To wash the feet of one lower than He
It is unthinkable
It is unacceptable to those who deny He
The greatest Love
To offer one’s blood and body
It is unfathomable
It is unmeasurable to those who are called to be holy
Ask Yourselves
There’s a voice crying out in me
Screaming to send the message across
Why do you judge someone from its colour?
Why do you judge a book from its cover?
There are too many prejudices in the world
Every race has for another
Aren’t all men made equal?
Aren’t God’s love made for all?
Why do you look at a Black man as if he’s a troublemaker?
Why do you look at a Jew as if he’s an outcast?
Why do you look at an Arab as if he’s a strangler?
Why do you look at a White man as if he’s an oppressor?
Why do you look at a Chinese as if he’s a cheater?
Why do you look at a Native as if he’s a hooligan?
Why oh why?
Is it fair to judge someone unless you know them?
Is it fair to criticize based on how they look?
Is it fair to accuse a race because of one rotten apple?
Is it fair to pass crude jokes based on colour?
Ask yourselves
Is it Fair?
Ask yourselves
Shouldn’t we build a better tomorrow for our children by loving all just the same?
Ask yourselves
Shouldn’t we create unity and not build divisions?
Ask yourselves
Shouldn’t we embrace one another as equally God’s children?
Ask yourselves
Shouldn’t we welcome peace and not oppress another?
Ask yourselves
Shouldn’t you look beyond the skin and see a man’s worth from within?
Ask yourselves
Can you actually be that shallow?
Ask yourselves…
Ask yourselves…
Ask yourselves…
Screaming to send the message across
Why do you judge someone from its colour?
Why do you judge a book from its cover?
There are too many prejudices in the world
Every race has for another
Aren’t all men made equal?
Aren’t God’s love made for all?
Why do you look at a Black man as if he’s a troublemaker?
Why do you look at a Jew as if he’s an outcast?
Why do you look at an Arab as if he’s a strangler?
Why do you look at a White man as if he’s an oppressor?
Why do you look at a Chinese as if he’s a cheater?
Why do you look at a Native as if he’s a hooligan?
Why oh why?
Is it fair to judge someone unless you know them?
Is it fair to criticize based on how they look?
Is it fair to accuse a race because of one rotten apple?
Is it fair to pass crude jokes based on colour?
Ask yourselves
Is it Fair?
Ask yourselves
Shouldn’t we build a better tomorrow for our children by loving all just the same?
Ask yourselves
Shouldn’t we create unity and not build divisions?
Ask yourselves
Shouldn’t we embrace one another as equally God’s children?
Ask yourselves
Shouldn’t we welcome peace and not oppress another?
Ask yourselves
Shouldn’t you look beyond the skin and see a man’s worth from within?
Ask yourselves
Can you actually be that shallow?
Ask yourselves…
Ask yourselves…
Ask yourselves…
It is Only Temporary
It is only temporary
Long winded but for a short while
Never too far yet never too near
Inexhaustible measures
Incompatible philosophies
Is it worth it all?
Is it worth the pain and the pleasure?
It offers the life or so it seems but never eternal
A temporary entry into the kingdom of glory
Does it prevail?
Does it last?
A stronghold so afflicted
A captive so bonded
A maiden so wounded
A moment of pleasure
The peak of desire causes disaster
Far, far ahead beyond measures
Yet never too far to withhold
It is only temporary
With a blink of an eye
A chapter of life is swept away
Why pursue? Why not surrender?
Why hold on? Why not give up?
Why grasp so tightly? Why not let go?
It is only temporary
Like the clay that has not been moulded
Like the diamonds that has not been refined
Like the silver that has not been polished
It will soon be done
A long process yet never too short
No looking back, no cutting short
A vision too blurry
A journey too windy
A road too bumpy
Walk by faith, not by sight
Walk the talk, reap the work
Yes…
It is only temporary
The tide waits for no one,
The night comes and steals,
Heaven and hell awaits…
Long winded but for a short while
Never too far yet never too near
Inexhaustible measures
Incompatible philosophies
Is it worth it all?
Is it worth the pain and the pleasure?
It offers the life or so it seems but never eternal
A temporary entry into the kingdom of glory
Does it prevail?
Does it last?
A stronghold so afflicted
A captive so bonded
A maiden so wounded
A moment of pleasure
The peak of desire causes disaster
Far, far ahead beyond measures
Yet never too far to withhold
It is only temporary
With a blink of an eye
A chapter of life is swept away
Why pursue? Why not surrender?
Why hold on? Why not give up?
Why grasp so tightly? Why not let go?
It is only temporary
Like the clay that has not been moulded
Like the diamonds that has not been refined
Like the silver that has not been polished
It will soon be done
A long process yet never too short
No looking back, no cutting short
A vision too blurry
A journey too windy
A road too bumpy
Walk by faith, not by sight
Walk the talk, reap the work
Yes…
It is only temporary
The tide waits for no one,
The night comes and steals,
Heaven and hell awaits…
A Sensitive Soul am I
A sensitive soul am I
Who could understand?
A gentle spirit I wish to be
A whiff of joy I wish to spread
Most people think I’m easy
Most people think I’m cool
Naively they think I am all bubbly
Wittily they think I am all smiles
A sensitive soul am I
The tortured inner self
The depth of my soul cries for more
No one understands
I am to the world problem free and happy is my name
I am to the world an angel of joy and cheery is my soul
Little did they know the words raging in me
Little did they know the turmoil burning in me
A sensitive soul am I
If only they can understand
If only they can see beyond their eyes
If only they can hear beyond their ears
How a sensitive soul am I
Who could understand?
A gentle spirit I wish to be
A whiff of joy I wish to spread
Most people think I’m easy
Most people think I’m cool
Naively they think I am all bubbly
Wittily they think I am all smiles
A sensitive soul am I
The tortured inner self
The depth of my soul cries for more
No one understands
I am to the world problem free and happy is my name
I am to the world an angel of joy and cheery is my soul
Little did they know the words raging in me
Little did they know the turmoil burning in me
A sensitive soul am I
If only they can understand
If only they can see beyond their eyes
If only they can hear beyond their ears
How a sensitive soul am I
Be with Me
Teach me
But don’t be harsh on me
Mould me
But don’t be rough on me
Discipline me
But don’t be stern on me
Refine me
But don’t be hard on me
Polish me
But don’t be sharp on me
Above all…
Rescue me
Save me
Deliver me
Flee me
And
Be with Me
But don’t be harsh on me
Mould me
But don’t be rough on me
Discipline me
But don’t be stern on me
Refine me
But don’t be hard on me
Polish me
But don’t be sharp on me
Above all…
Rescue me
Save me
Deliver me
Flee me
And
Be with Me
I Say a Little Prayer
I say a little prayer ,
That I may have a house of spotless beauty but from within,
That if I have time for cleaning and polishing,
Oh that it may be of godliness instead of sheer cleanliness,
Oh that I may have the chance to leave fingerprints in the little ones,
Oh that I may wipe the tears away before I wipe up the spilled milk,
Oh that I may pick up the child before I pick up the toys.
I say a little prayer,
That I may have a life of adventure and fun,
That if I have interruptions and distractions,
Oh that I may look upon them as opportunities to reach out,
Oh that my territories may be enlarged,
Oh that I may spread the light that one might never have known.
I say a little prayer,
That I may have eternal youth and light within that never dies out,
That if I am blessed with grace and beauty,
Oh that it may shine like the silver in the furnace of fire,
Oh that I may be refined and polished till the image of He is reflected.
With this, I surrender to the fate that withholds,
To the Hands that Moulds,
When I say a little prayer.
That I may have a house of spotless beauty but from within,
That if I have time for cleaning and polishing,
Oh that it may be of godliness instead of sheer cleanliness,
Oh that I may have the chance to leave fingerprints in the little ones,
Oh that I may wipe the tears away before I wipe up the spilled milk,
Oh that I may pick up the child before I pick up the toys.
I say a little prayer,
That I may have a life of adventure and fun,
That if I have interruptions and distractions,
Oh that I may look upon them as opportunities to reach out,
Oh that my territories may be enlarged,
Oh that I may spread the light that one might never have known.
I say a little prayer,
That I may have eternal youth and light within that never dies out,
That if I am blessed with grace and beauty,
Oh that it may shine like the silver in the furnace of fire,
Oh that I may be refined and polished till the image of He is reflected.
With this, I surrender to the fate that withholds,
To the Hands that Moulds,
When I say a little prayer.
In the Desert
The feet is caught beneath the sands of an unknown land,
Trudging along with blisters and blood infesting the toes,
The heat is unbearably scorching and purging the skin
Burning it to the highest degrees possible on a human
Miles and miles of golden sand stretches out ahead
Not a single soul can be seen or heard
No chatter of birds nor anything breathing
The dark nights of the soul has begun before it even realises
No human seem to have taken this forsaken journey
One longs at least for a visible companion
but many had given up even before the first mile
Loneliness and hunger is taking over the sanity of the mind
The thoughts of dying or giving up becomes more real
Yet it does not happen
Still death does not come
The journey seems like a lost cause
The dryness might end soon or it might worsen
It is at the point of no return
Eyes cannot see and ears cannot hear
Yet mysteriously the searching soul keeps walking
Just a drop of grace to keep it moving
Hoping to reach the gates at the end of the desert
Beyond that, the promised paradise that awaits
where there is living water that never runs dry
Trudging along with blisters and blood infesting the toes,
The heat is unbearably scorching and purging the skin
Burning it to the highest degrees possible on a human
Miles and miles of golden sand stretches out ahead
Not a single soul can be seen or heard
No chatter of birds nor anything breathing
The dark nights of the soul has begun before it even realises
No human seem to have taken this forsaken journey
One longs at least for a visible companion
but many had given up even before the first mile
Loneliness and hunger is taking over the sanity of the mind
The thoughts of dying or giving up becomes more real
Yet it does not happen
Still death does not come
The journey seems like a lost cause
The dryness might end soon or it might worsen
It is at the point of no return
Eyes cannot see and ears cannot hear
Yet mysteriously the searching soul keeps walking
Just a drop of grace to keep it moving
Hoping to reach the gates at the end of the desert
Beyond that, the promised paradise that awaits
where there is living water that never runs dry
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Why oh Why?
Many hearts are led astray,
Burning with passion for the wrong desires,
Why are you yearning for things that sway?
Why are you longing for temporary pleasures?
Many hearts are trapped in darkness,
Disillusioned with fake gold and glitter,
Why are you blinded by all things glamorous?
Why are you seduced by eyes that flutter?
Many hearts are covered with cobweb and dust,
Spinning around, choked and lost in a maze,
Why are you chasing dreams that don’t last?
Why are you circling yourself in a daze?
Many hearts are hidden by a thick fog,
Forgotten and locked away from livelihood,
Why do you let yourself tied down to a bog?
Why do you chain yourself to hell’s neighbourhood?
Why, my dear…
Oh Why???
Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth,
Where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal;
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal…..
Burning with passion for the wrong desires,
Why are you yearning for things that sway?
Why are you longing for temporary pleasures?
Many hearts are trapped in darkness,
Disillusioned with fake gold and glitter,
Why are you blinded by all things glamorous?
Why are you seduced by eyes that flutter?
Many hearts are covered with cobweb and dust,
Spinning around, choked and lost in a maze,
Why are you chasing dreams that don’t last?
Why are you circling yourself in a daze?
Many hearts are hidden by a thick fog,
Forgotten and locked away from livelihood,
Why do you let yourself tied down to a bog?
Why do you chain yourself to hell’s neighbourhood?
Why, my dear…
Oh Why???
Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth,
Where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal;
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal…..
Press On
Pressing on
That’s what I must do...
That’s what I am born to do...
I must not sell my birthright
Where do you turn when all is lost?
Where do you go when all seem vague?
Where do you seek when all seems unreachable?
Press on…
Press on...
That’s what I must do...
That’s what I am born to do...
I must not sell my birthright
Where do you turn when all is lost?
Where do you go when all seem vague?
Where do you seek when all seems unreachable?
Press on…
Press on...
Painting Insanity Away
Insanity and nostalgia comes most unexpected
Meeting the minds and soul where it all begun
Bringing numbness till somehow it exploded
Crunching and punching the heart till it’s done
Splatters of ink to express the boiling
Strokes of paint to repress the struggling
Crushes of dots to suppress the drowning
Masses of mix to harness the weeping
Unexplainable…
Incomprehensible…
Irreversible…
Alas…
Textures of richness glowing magnificently
Vibrant hues warming predominantly
Lustre of glazing shines dazzlingly
Beyond imagining of one’s fragility
Meeting the minds and soul where it all begun
Bringing numbness till somehow it exploded
Crunching and punching the heart till it’s done
Splatters of ink to express the boiling
Strokes of paint to repress the struggling
Crushes of dots to suppress the drowning
Masses of mix to harness the weeping
Unexplainable…
Incomprehensible…
Irreversible…
Alas…
Textures of richness glowing magnificently
Vibrant hues warming predominantly
Lustre of glazing shines dazzlingly
Beyond imagining of one’s fragility
A Miracle
Forgiving you is not hard to do
Forgetting you is something I can’t do
Knowing you is totally justifiable
Realizing you is incomprehensible
Judging you is not my right
Cursing you is not my fight
Reaching you is utterly impossible
Talking to you will be a miracle
Forgetting you is something I can’t do
Knowing you is totally justifiable
Realizing you is incomprehensible
Judging you is not my right
Cursing you is not my fight
Reaching you is utterly impossible
Talking to you will be a miracle
Bind It Away
Sitting here alone without you
Thinking of the times I’ve been with you
Keying in the illusions you’ve created for me
Writing down memories as if it’s still with me
Passing by vivid images in my head,
Dreaming of the beautiful moments in my mind,
Sleeping away seductive motions on my hand,
Going through lyrical gestures with a wand
Reliving the romantic candle light
Twisting by the shining beaming night
Dancing under the clear jazzy moon light
Burning with passion on a starry night
Forgetting what had been done between us
Forging ahead to clear what lies behind
Turning the clock to block what stopped us
Keeping a smile to keep it all in bind
Binding it away is the best that I can do
Deleting the files is the number one to-do
Clearing away the past seems so hard to do
Pushing away will be even worse to do
Screaming it is all over is all I can say
Hiding it all away is the way to stay
Searching for new stars to path my way
Hoping for new love again someday
Thinking of the times I’ve been with you
Keying in the illusions you’ve created for me
Writing down memories as if it’s still with me
Passing by vivid images in my head,
Dreaming of the beautiful moments in my mind,
Sleeping away seductive motions on my hand,
Going through lyrical gestures with a wand
Reliving the romantic candle light
Twisting by the shining beaming night
Dancing under the clear jazzy moon light
Burning with passion on a starry night
Forgetting what had been done between us
Forging ahead to clear what lies behind
Turning the clock to block what stopped us
Keeping a smile to keep it all in bind
Binding it away is the best that I can do
Deleting the files is the number one to-do
Clearing away the past seems so hard to do
Pushing away will be even worse to do
Screaming it is all over is all I can say
Hiding it all away is the way to stay
Searching for new stars to path my way
Hoping for new love again someday
Will you?
All the ‘wills’ going through my head
All the what ifs and what nots
What would life be like if you weren’t you?
What would life be like if you were someone else?
Will I ever know you?
Will I ever see you?
Will I ever talk to you?
Will I ever even catch a glimpse of you?
What would life be like if you were like everyone else?
What would life be like if you were part of my life?
Would I be as torn?
Would I be as lost?
Would I be as tortured?
Would I be as confused?
Would I be as messed up?
What would life be like if you were around?
What would life be like if you saw me through?
Will you sit and hold my hand?
Will you hug me when I’m down?
Will you sit and hold my hand?
Will you say nice things when I’m sad?
Will you put me to bed if I have nightmares?
Will our paths ever cross each other?
Will we ever even meet?
Will you ever think of me?
Will you ever care about me?
Will you ever lie awake and imagine me?
Will you ever dream of seeing me?
Will you think of me on your dying bed?
Will you pray for me right where you are?
Will you think of me as much as I think of you?
Will you?
Will you?
Will you?
All the what ifs and what nots
What would life be like if you weren’t you?
What would life be like if you were someone else?
Will I ever know you?
Will I ever see you?
Will I ever talk to you?
Will I ever even catch a glimpse of you?
What would life be like if you were like everyone else?
What would life be like if you were part of my life?
Would I be as torn?
Would I be as lost?
Would I be as tortured?
Would I be as confused?
Would I be as messed up?
What would life be like if you were around?
What would life be like if you saw me through?
Will you sit and hold my hand?
Will you hug me when I’m down?
Will you sit and hold my hand?
Will you say nice things when I’m sad?
Will you put me to bed if I have nightmares?
Will our paths ever cross each other?
Will we ever even meet?
Will you ever think of me?
Will you ever care about me?
Will you ever lie awake and imagine me?
Will you ever dream of seeing me?
Will you think of me on your dying bed?
Will you pray for me right where you are?
Will you think of me as much as I think of you?
Will you?
Will you?
Will you?
Thinking
Thinking…
I think and I dream,
I smile and I dream again…
Could this be?
Could it happen?
I sit back and I breathe…
Perhaps?
Perhaps not?
I lie down and I chill…
Thinking …
Thinking…
Why does it seem so hard to grasp?
Why does it seem so hard to comprehend?
Matters alike
Thoughts differs
Thinking…
Why does it seem so far beyond the skies?
Why does it seem so great above the heavens?
I close my eyes and I think,
I shut my brains and I dream…
No more
No more thinking…
I think and I dream,
I smile and I dream again…
Could this be?
Could it happen?
I sit back and I breathe…
Perhaps?
Perhaps not?
I lie down and I chill…
Thinking …
Thinking…
Why does it seem so hard to grasp?
Why does it seem so hard to comprehend?
Matters alike
Thoughts differs
Thinking…
Why does it seem so far beyond the skies?
Why does it seem so great above the heavens?
I close my eyes and I think,
I shut my brains and I dream…
No more
No more thinking…
It Never Fits in
Torn apart...
Always...always..
It never fits in
It is always a round ball trying to fit in a square hole
It can blend
It can distort
But it never fits
Some are too tall
Some are too small
Some are too great
Some are too beautiful
Some are too intelligent
Some are too famous
Some are too decent
There's always too 'something' for it
It never fits in ever...
Anywhere and everywhere...
Perhaps its world is somewhere else
A cavern carved out in the nearness of HEAVEN...
Always...always..
It never fits in
It is always a round ball trying to fit in a square hole
It can blend
It can distort
But it never fits
Some are too tall
Some are too small
Some are too great
Some are too beautiful
Some are too intelligent
Some are too famous
Some are too decent
There's always too 'something' for it
It never fits in ever...
Anywhere and everywhere...
Perhaps its world is somewhere else
A cavern carved out in the nearness of HEAVEN...
Are You There?
Are you listening?
The rain is pouring
The wind is blowing
Are you there?
Can you hear me whispering?
Can you hear me singing?
Are you crying?
The wolf is howling
The owl is watching
Are you there?
Can you hear my heart beating?
Can you hear my fingers trembling?
Are you expecting?
The moon is glistening
The star is twinkling
Are you there?
Can you see me dancing?
Can you see me twirling?
Are you there?
Are you there?
Are you there?
The rain is pouring
The wind is blowing
Are you there?
Can you hear me whispering?
Can you hear me singing?
Are you crying?
The wolf is howling
The owl is watching
Are you there?
Can you hear my heart beating?
Can you hear my fingers trembling?
Are you expecting?
The moon is glistening
The star is twinkling
Are you there?
Can you see me dancing?
Can you see me twirling?
Are you there?
Are you there?
Are you there?
Along Life's Journey
Along life’s road…
A neverending journey…
A twist and turn
A fate that lies ahead…
Will we ever know what lies ahead?
Will we ever fathom the mysteries that beholds life’s wonderful moments?
Will we ever comprehend the plans of the Almighty one?
Sunshine and Rain
Roses and Thorns
Tears and Laughter
Mountains to climb
Valleys to cross
The gentle journey …
The harsh winds that blow…
Will we ever come to our destination?
Will we ever feel satisfied and filled?
Will we continue and keep the faith going?
The people that come and go
The souls that we touch
The hearts that we break
Will the cycle ever ends?
Will we ever grasp the meaning of life?
Joys and Sorrows
Happiness and Disappointments
Faithfulness and Betrayals
Truth and Lies
Will we ever have what we long for?
Will we go on craving for more?
Will we ever be contented?
Women who are gold diggers
Men who are heartbreakers
Wives who manipulate
Husbands who cheat
Will the world ever stop hurting each other?
Will the world ever start trusting and loving more?
Fears so Much
Grudges so Huge
Hurts so Deep
Will healing ever comes?
Will Love ever enter?
Riches and Fame
Wealth and Money
Hectic and Busy
Traffic and Dizzy
Will the lust of the world blinds us forever?
Will the chaos of the world chokes us forever?
Will we ever distinguish between what we desire and what we need?
Will we ever put integrity before lust and greed?
Will we ever look beyond, reach out and help?
Will we only look within ourselves and be overwhelmed with our selfish needs?
Will we ever be ashamed to be free and be ourselves?
Will we only conform to the images of the world?
Will we ever build treasures that matters?
Will we only collect temporary riches?
Will we only want to be envied because of our successes?
Will we want even more to be loved because of our kindness?
Mistakes to Make
Lessons to Learn
Hatred to Dissolve
Love to Absorb
Our Life’s Journey……….
To Live is to Die,
To Laugh is to Cry……
We will only live fully if we ever love till it hurts…
We will only smile on our death beds if we have put what matters most first…
We will be best remembered not for our successes but for the hearts that we have touched…
A neverending journey…
A twist and turn
A fate that lies ahead…
Will we ever know what lies ahead?
Will we ever fathom the mysteries that beholds life’s wonderful moments?
Will we ever comprehend the plans of the Almighty one?
Sunshine and Rain
Roses and Thorns
Tears and Laughter
Mountains to climb
Valleys to cross
The gentle journey …
The harsh winds that blow…
Will we ever come to our destination?
Will we ever feel satisfied and filled?
Will we continue and keep the faith going?
The people that come and go
The souls that we touch
The hearts that we break
Will the cycle ever ends?
Will we ever grasp the meaning of life?
Joys and Sorrows
Happiness and Disappointments
Faithfulness and Betrayals
Truth and Lies
Will we ever have what we long for?
Will we go on craving for more?
Will we ever be contented?
Women who are gold diggers
Men who are heartbreakers
Wives who manipulate
Husbands who cheat
Will the world ever stop hurting each other?
Will the world ever start trusting and loving more?
Fears so Much
Grudges so Huge
Hurts so Deep
Will healing ever comes?
Will Love ever enter?
Riches and Fame
Wealth and Money
Hectic and Busy
Traffic and Dizzy
Will the lust of the world blinds us forever?
Will the chaos of the world chokes us forever?
Will we ever distinguish between what we desire and what we need?
Will we ever put integrity before lust and greed?
Will we ever look beyond, reach out and help?
Will we only look within ourselves and be overwhelmed with our selfish needs?
Will we ever be ashamed to be free and be ourselves?
Will we only conform to the images of the world?
Will we ever build treasures that matters?
Will we only collect temporary riches?
Will we only want to be envied because of our successes?
Will we want even more to be loved because of our kindness?
Mistakes to Make
Lessons to Learn
Hatred to Dissolve
Love to Absorb
Our Life’s Journey……….
To Live is to Die,
To Laugh is to Cry……
We will only live fully if we ever love till it hurts…
We will only smile on our death beds if we have put what matters most first…
We will be best remembered not for our successes but for the hearts that we have touched…
Lady Sing in Blues
Dam…dam...dee...dee...dum dum…
The music plays
The lady sings in blues…
The moonlight is shining…
The music plays….
The mood sets in…
In an old fashioned way
There’s always a song in her heart…
She sings and sings
With every beat of her heart, she rhymes…
She wishes for an ear to listen…
She wishes the song to fly her to the moon...
And back again when the fire is there to keep her warm
On a cold winter night…
She sings again and again
She sings of love, she sings of pain…
The music goes on…
And she dance alone…
In the starry night where twilight meets
Dam dee dam dee dum…
Twirling round and round…
Reminiscing old moments…
Frank Sinatra playing at the back…
Come and dance with me…
The song plays back
It seems to sing the song that never speaks…
Dee...dam…dee...eee…damm…
She seems to find the happiness she sees or so it seems
Dancing together cheek to cheek
Miming to Diana Krall
The night seems long and starless…
Nostalgia strikes…
Sweet whispers…
Gentle touches...
Soft caresses…
Husky voice…
Musky smell…
She remembers too…
It was out of the blue…
Never meant to be…
Or didn’t turn out to be…
Sweet dreams were gone…
Nightmare creeps in…
The music panes louder…
The drum beats louder…
Dance…
Dance away with the night…
Dance away with the memories…
Paa rap paa..rap…
The soul sings…
Louder and louder…
The night will soon end…
Déjà vu is only but once…
The music fades…
The song is only sung once…
The heart sings for no one...
Dam dee dee damm...
Madeimoselle only sing once…
Senorita will only cry once…
The song stops.
The music plays
The lady sings in blues…
The moonlight is shining…
The music plays….
The mood sets in…
In an old fashioned way
There’s always a song in her heart…
She sings and sings
With every beat of her heart, she rhymes…
She wishes for an ear to listen…
She wishes the song to fly her to the moon...
And back again when the fire is there to keep her warm
On a cold winter night…
She sings again and again
She sings of love, she sings of pain…
The music goes on…
And she dance alone…
In the starry night where twilight meets
Dam dee dam dee dum…
Twirling round and round…
Reminiscing old moments…
Frank Sinatra playing at the back…
Come and dance with me…
The song plays back
It seems to sing the song that never speaks…
Dee...dam…dee...eee…damm…
She seems to find the happiness she sees or so it seems
Dancing together cheek to cheek
Miming to Diana Krall
The night seems long and starless…
Nostalgia strikes…
Sweet whispers…
Gentle touches...
Soft caresses…
Husky voice…
Musky smell…
She remembers too…
It was out of the blue…
Never meant to be…
Or didn’t turn out to be…
Sweet dreams were gone…
Nightmare creeps in…
The music panes louder…
The drum beats louder…
Dance…
Dance away with the night…
Dance away with the memories…
Paa rap paa..rap…
The soul sings…
Louder and louder…
The night will soon end…
Déjà vu is only but once…
The music fades…
The song is only sung once…
The heart sings for no one...
Dam dee dee damm...
Madeimoselle only sing once…
Senorita will only cry once…
The song stops.
She Paints
In the Stillness of the Night she paints
She paints, she dreams and she paints
Out from the innermost of her soul
She cries out on canvas
Blue, Black, Red, White
Colors galore... she splashes on the canvas
The dreams enticed…released through the strokes
The expression priceless
The penalty paid
The price cannot be earned
Dream and paint
Dream and paint again
Does it make sense?
Perhaps...
Perhaps not...
Life is but a canvas of colors
Created with an array of strokes and dots
YES…
In the holiness and the quietness
She paints and creates
She dreams and lives
With all her Strength
She paints like she knows no other
She paints, she dreams and she paints
Out from the innermost of her soul
She cries out on canvas
Blue, Black, Red, White
Colors galore... she splashes on the canvas
The dreams enticed…released through the strokes
The expression priceless
The penalty paid
The price cannot be earned
Dream and paint
Dream and paint again
Does it make sense?
Perhaps...
Perhaps not...
Life is but a canvas of colors
Created with an array of strokes and dots
YES…
In the holiness and the quietness
She paints and creates
She dreams and lives
With all her Strength
She paints like she knows no other
Friday, August 20, 2010
SSsssshhhhhhh
I wanted to know
But now I don’t want to know
It is hard enough living by guessing
Knowing the truth just kills my living
How could it happen?
How is it possible?
What indescribable feelings it inflicts
What sleepless nights it causes
What endless tears it provokes
What crazy dreams it creates
It is too late
I can’t turn back the time
I can only look forward
I can only suppress the “whys”
I can only try to build a better life than it was
I can only run better so I can outrun it
There is only so much a person can see
There is only so much a person can feel
There is only so much a person can cry
There is only so much a person can bear
Sometimes it comes back to haunt me…
Should I know more?
Should I grasp more?
Should I dig more?
Perhaps not…
I don’t want to know anymore
Don’t tell me anymore
SSsssshhhhhhh
But now I don’t want to know
It is hard enough living by guessing
Knowing the truth just kills my living
How could it happen?
How is it possible?
What indescribable feelings it inflicts
What sleepless nights it causes
What endless tears it provokes
What crazy dreams it creates
It is too late
I can’t turn back the time
I can only look forward
I can only suppress the “whys”
I can only try to build a better life than it was
I can only run better so I can outrun it
There is only so much a person can see
There is only so much a person can feel
There is only so much a person can cry
There is only so much a person can bear
Sometimes it comes back to haunt me…
Should I know more?
Should I grasp more?
Should I dig more?
Perhaps not…
I don’t want to know anymore
Don’t tell me anymore
SSsssshhhhhhh
Goodbye
Its words can always be counted on,
It was always there,
It was quiet, shy, humble and most of all a mystique…
Always standing there, a shoulder to lean on…
A click within seconds, a face that is all too familiar…
An angel in the midst of the darkness
A caring persona, a kind word in the chaos of shudder
A comfort to the soul…
It was the one
It was the part of the soul that completes…
It was the yearning of the heart…
It was a pillar to hold on to
Yet it was also fragile, too gentle for good,
Did everything to strengthen it,
Sacrifice everything to nourish it,
Tried everything to hold it,
Letting go of everything inside to capture its attention
Tender care and watering so it will bloom…
Quenching all to satisfy it
Yet………
And Yet……..
All fails….
All hope came crushing down
It broke into pieces
It shuddered helplessly
It could not be bothered anymore
It did not care no more
It did not even send a kind word
It was an effort put to waste
It was a sacrifice gone to hell
Goodbye is the word
Yes….
Goodbye
Hard to forget but it is time to move on
Goodbye the apple of my eye
Goodbye the thorn in my heart
Goodbye baby of my cradle
Goodbye……
Forever and ever….
Goodbye
It was always there,
It was quiet, shy, humble and most of all a mystique…
Always standing there, a shoulder to lean on…
A click within seconds, a face that is all too familiar…
An angel in the midst of the darkness
A caring persona, a kind word in the chaos of shudder
A comfort to the soul…
It was the one
It was the part of the soul that completes…
It was the yearning of the heart…
It was a pillar to hold on to
Yet it was also fragile, too gentle for good,
Did everything to strengthen it,
Sacrifice everything to nourish it,
Tried everything to hold it,
Letting go of everything inside to capture its attention
Tender care and watering so it will bloom…
Quenching all to satisfy it
Yet………
And Yet……..
All fails….
All hope came crushing down
It broke into pieces
It shuddered helplessly
It could not be bothered anymore
It did not care no more
It did not even send a kind word
It was an effort put to waste
It was a sacrifice gone to hell
Goodbye is the word
Yes….
Goodbye
Hard to forget but it is time to move on
Goodbye the apple of my eye
Goodbye the thorn in my heart
Goodbye baby of my cradle
Goodbye……
Forever and ever….
Goodbye
Sometimes
Sometimes it still hurts
Sometimes it still burns
Sometimes the wound runs deep
Sometimes the Scars won’t heal
Sometimes you run around
Sometimes you run away
Sometimes you cry
Sometimes you try
Sometimes the days are long
Sometimes the nights don’t stop
Sometimes the pain goes on
Sometimes the cross carries on
Sometimes there is piercing
Sometimes there is throbbing
Sometimes there is judging
Sometimes there is killing
Sometimes the hunger persists
Sometimes the thirsts continues
Sometimes the moans prevails
Sometimes the cries overwhelms
Sometimes angels appear
Sometimes saints answer
Sometimes the lamb draws you
Sometimes the Prince takes you
Sometimes deep secrets buries
Sometimes dark scandals covers
Sometimes blood runs deep
Sometimes wrath passes down
Sometimes the ray flickers
Sometimes the light shimmers
Sometimes the heat touches
Sometimes the warmth surrounds
Sometimes rain heals
Sometimes thunder squeals
Sometimes lightning strikes
Sometimes storm kills
Sometimes the passion repeats
Sometimes the crown reigns
Sometimes the gate opens
Sometimes the glory transcends
Sometimes,
Just sometimes,
More sometimes,
Most sometimes…..
Sometimes it still burns
Sometimes the wound runs deep
Sometimes the Scars won’t heal
Sometimes you run around
Sometimes you run away
Sometimes you cry
Sometimes you try
Sometimes the days are long
Sometimes the nights don’t stop
Sometimes the pain goes on
Sometimes the cross carries on
Sometimes there is piercing
Sometimes there is throbbing
Sometimes there is judging
Sometimes there is killing
Sometimes the hunger persists
Sometimes the thirsts continues
Sometimes the moans prevails
Sometimes the cries overwhelms
Sometimes angels appear
Sometimes saints answer
Sometimes the lamb draws you
Sometimes the Prince takes you
Sometimes deep secrets buries
Sometimes dark scandals covers
Sometimes blood runs deep
Sometimes wrath passes down
Sometimes the ray flickers
Sometimes the light shimmers
Sometimes the heat touches
Sometimes the warmth surrounds
Sometimes rain heals
Sometimes thunder squeals
Sometimes lightning strikes
Sometimes storm kills
Sometimes the passion repeats
Sometimes the crown reigns
Sometimes the gate opens
Sometimes the glory transcends
Sometimes,
Just sometimes,
More sometimes,
Most sometimes…..
Posting my Poems
I still have few more hours to go before i can leave. I'm basically stuck here.Thank God for internet. Well, as boring as most people would say, invigilation is not that bad. The most interesting part of it is observing those candidates especially ones who are far older than you. It's quite an easy way to make money too. I think i should start applying soon for more invigilation jobs considering i am still so free without any permanent job on my hands.
I better start posting my poems up so i can have a proper place for viewers to read. I have it all over the place. Multiply, facebook, webook are some of the sites that i post but none has a collection of all of them. I decided to just create a category entitled my poems so for readers who are intrigued by poems or who merely want to try reading poetry for fun, go to the category labelled 'My Poems' and you will see some of my peoms there. I will upload from day to day basis depending on my mood and free time. Yea, artist needs to work according to their moods' pace.Sorry about that.
I better start posting my poems up so i can have a proper place for viewers to read. I have it all over the place. Multiply, facebook, webook are some of the sites that i post but none has a collection of all of them. I decided to just create a category entitled my poems so for readers who are intrigued by poems or who merely want to try reading poetry for fun, go to the category labelled 'My Poems' and you will see some of my peoms there. I will upload from day to day basis depending on my mood and free time. Yea, artist needs to work according to their moods' pace.Sorry about that.
She Weeps
The first love was crushed
The precious one was destroyed
Kidnapped
Captivated
Lured
Tempted
Yet
She’s bought by a price
A price so huge that’s beyond eternity
A passion so strong that’s beyond all comprehension
Now she looks back…
How could she?
The arrow that pierced the side
The nails that crucified the One
It was beyond hurt
It was beyond pain
She could not face Him
She could not believe she did this to Him
Not once or twice but always
She claimed to be helpless
She claimed to be useless
She did not want to but she did
How could she forget the first love that was oh so ever true?
How could she live each day as if she never knew Him?
How could she live in the world that was not meant for her?
How could she pretend nothing has happened?
How could she forget His mercy and love?
How could she forget who she belongs to?
Ever so forgiving
Ever so loving
She looks back
She weeps
And weeps
She looks at the world
She weeps
And weeps
Hypocrisy of those who knows Him
Vulgarity of those who glorifies Him
She weeps
And weeps
Till Her guitar Weeps Alone..
“There is no sin too big that God can’t forgive and there is no sin too small that do not cause hurt or division” – Fr. Simon Labrooy
The precious one was destroyed
Kidnapped
Captivated
Lured
Tempted
Yet
She’s bought by a price
A price so huge that’s beyond eternity
A passion so strong that’s beyond all comprehension
Now she looks back…
How could she?
The arrow that pierced the side
The nails that crucified the One
It was beyond hurt
It was beyond pain
She could not face Him
She could not believe she did this to Him
Not once or twice but always
She claimed to be helpless
She claimed to be useless
She did not want to but she did
How could she forget the first love that was oh so ever true?
How could she live each day as if she never knew Him?
How could she live in the world that was not meant for her?
How could she pretend nothing has happened?
How could she forget His mercy and love?
How could she forget who she belongs to?
Ever so forgiving
Ever so loving
She looks back
She weeps
And weeps
She looks at the world
She weeps
And weeps
Hypocrisy of those who knows Him
Vulgarity of those who glorifies Him
She weeps
And weeps
Till Her guitar Weeps Alone..
“There is no sin too big that God can’t forgive and there is no sin too small that do not cause hurt or division” – Fr. Simon Labrooy
Dear Friend
Wrote it a while back for a friend...
Whoever you are, if you happen to read this, know that you are not alone and whatever it is you're facing that hurts so much, know that God loves you and will grant you the strength to face everything if you allow Him.
Dear Friend,
I care and I know,
I hope and I wish,
I believe and I understand….
The immense pain,
The immeasurable piercing,
The deadly silence,
The unbearable cross,
The constant struggle…
The laughter is gone,
The crying in the night,
The awakening of the body,
The brokenness of the soul…
It burns me…
Knowing…
You don’t laugh the way you used to,
You don’t smile the way you used to,
You don’t feel happy and light anymore,
The weight is just too much….
Dear Friend,
I hope one day you will come to realize,
That you are precious, so precious,
You are the apple of His eye………
I know you feel alone and in despair,
A million miles from home,
It seems that no once cares,
No one bothers,
You feel like a tiny speck in the wide universe,
That life is so unfair….
You gotta hold on,
Hold on to the promise like it’s your last breath,
Let it fill your heart when there is nothing left
Don’t give up,
Don’t give in…….
When the cross is too heavy,
When it is dark and you're afraid,
Let the spirit guide your way,
Let your potter mend the brokenness,
Let the fire renew you,
Let the Father remould you.
There is so much left to do,
A great big world ahead of you,
So many people in your life,
Waiting to see your smile,
Waiting for you to inhale joy again,
Waiting for you to embrace the peace of mind….
I know you feel hopeless,
I know you don’t feel pretty even though you are,
But it wasn’t your beauty that found room in my heart….
Dear friend,
I’m here for you,
I know you don’t feel like talking,
But we can share this day anew,
His love is all around you,
A fortress that surrounds you,
His word will shield you,
Let it comfort and protect you from the storm…
Let Him hold you in His love…
It’s time to start a new day,
He will help you find a way to a better place,
He will build a new you from all your brokenness….
Dear friend,
You are so precious,
So so precious….
To me….
To Him…
Whoever you are, if you happen to read this, know that you are not alone and whatever it is you're facing that hurts so much, know that God loves you and will grant you the strength to face everything if you allow Him.
Dear Friend,
I care and I know,
I hope and I wish,
I believe and I understand….
The immense pain,
The immeasurable piercing,
The deadly silence,
The unbearable cross,
The constant struggle…
The laughter is gone,
The crying in the night,
The awakening of the body,
The brokenness of the soul…
It burns me…
Knowing…
You don’t laugh the way you used to,
You don’t smile the way you used to,
You don’t feel happy and light anymore,
The weight is just too much….
Dear Friend,
I hope one day you will come to realize,
That you are precious, so precious,
You are the apple of His eye………
I know you feel alone and in despair,
A million miles from home,
It seems that no once cares,
No one bothers,
You feel like a tiny speck in the wide universe,
That life is so unfair….
You gotta hold on,
Hold on to the promise like it’s your last breath,
Let it fill your heart when there is nothing left
Don’t give up,
Don’t give in…….
When the cross is too heavy,
When it is dark and you're afraid,
Let the spirit guide your way,
Let your potter mend the brokenness,
Let the fire renew you,
Let the Father remould you.
There is so much left to do,
A great big world ahead of you,
So many people in your life,
Waiting to see your smile,
Waiting for you to inhale joy again,
Waiting for you to embrace the peace of mind….
I know you feel hopeless,
I know you don’t feel pretty even though you are,
But it wasn’t your beauty that found room in my heart….
Dear friend,
I’m here for you,
I know you don’t feel like talking,
But we can share this day anew,
His love is all around you,
A fortress that surrounds you,
His word will shield you,
Let it comfort and protect you from the storm…
Let Him hold you in His love…
It’s time to start a new day,
He will help you find a way to a better place,
He will build a new you from all your brokenness….
Dear friend,
You are so precious,
So so precious….
To me….
To Him…
She has Reaped what She has Sown
Initially, I wrote this with a negative ending and then i thought better of it...a lady who sacrificed so much always deserves a reward and indeed it is true..:)
She could have her dream job in UK,
She could have a wealthier life,
She could have a sophisticated lifestyle,
She could have a dream lover…
She gave up everything glitzy and glam,
She gave up everything spicy and nice,
She gave up a career and a dream,
She gave up a world of beauty and fame…
She worked tirelessly day and night,
She scrubbed and cooked and cleaned,
She cried, and cried and cried,
She could afford nothing but only prayed…
She wore plain and overused clothes,
She gave up make up and perfumes,
She stayed at home and be content,
She faced a world of hatred and shame…
She toiled endlessly,
She tried helplessly,
She cried desperately,
She loved unselfishly…
She had grown past the beauty of youth,
She had forgotten how to be loved,
She had forgotten how to dream,
She had given up all she had…
She gave it All up…
But now...
She has love and joy like she never had,
She has treasures beyond what she dreamed,
She has life redeemed more than she hoped,
She has reaped what she has sown...
She could have her dream job in UK,
She could have a wealthier life,
She could have a sophisticated lifestyle,
She could have a dream lover…
She gave up everything glitzy and glam,
She gave up everything spicy and nice,
She gave up a career and a dream,
She gave up a world of beauty and fame…
She worked tirelessly day and night,
She scrubbed and cooked and cleaned,
She cried, and cried and cried,
She could afford nothing but only prayed…
She wore plain and overused clothes,
She gave up make up and perfumes,
She stayed at home and be content,
She faced a world of hatred and shame…
She toiled endlessly,
She tried helplessly,
She cried desperately,
She loved unselfishly…
She had grown past the beauty of youth,
She had forgotten how to be loved,
She had forgotten how to dream,
She had given up all she had…
She gave it All up…
But now...
She has love and joy like she never had,
She has treasures beyond what she dreamed,
She has life redeemed more than she hoped,
She has reaped what she has sown...
The Dark Cloud Melts Away
This is written as an expression of being freed from the chains of death..a new life.
A Dark Cloud hung over me,
Like a shadow transcending from below,
Like a mist creeping up from the earth…
Fogging my vision,
Blocking my bloodstream,
Raging my senses,
Gripping my nerves,
Pressing my chest…
Choking me,
Suffocating me,
Traumatizing me…
My veins were bursting,
My head was throbbing,
My muscles were aching,
My limbs were numbing…
I felt coldness sending shivers to my skin,
I smelled suicide breathing on my face,
I heard death knocking on my door,
I saw hell burning in my soul…
Frozen…
Captured…
Imprisoned…
Choking tears in silence,
Crying pleas of help,
Fighting to stay alive,
Forging to overcome death…
……………………………………….
And in the darkest hours of giving up…
……………………………………….
I feel light shining on me,
I smell fresh dew sprinkling on me,
I hear voices of angels floating around me,
I see the Cross coming to me…
The Passion never stops repeating
The Cross forever reaching
The Blood never cease redeeming
The Lamb forever reigning…
Rolling away the clouds of depression,
Pushing away the thunders of desperation,
Casting away the spirits of suffocation,
Throwing away the lies of fabrication…
………………………………………..
The Dark Cloud melts away…
………………………………………..
My heart smiles again…
I can feel happiness beaming at me,
I can hear the world laughing with me,
I can feel the radiance surrounding me,
I can see My Saviour smiling at me…
………………………………………..
A Dark Cloud hung over me,
Like a shadow transcending from below,
Like a mist creeping up from the earth…
Fogging my vision,
Blocking my bloodstream,
Raging my senses,
Gripping my nerves,
Pressing my chest…
Choking me,
Suffocating me,
Traumatizing me…
My veins were bursting,
My head was throbbing,
My muscles were aching,
My limbs were numbing…
I felt coldness sending shivers to my skin,
I smelled suicide breathing on my face,
I heard death knocking on my door,
I saw hell burning in my soul…
Frozen…
Captured…
Imprisoned…
Choking tears in silence,
Crying pleas of help,
Fighting to stay alive,
Forging to overcome death…
……………………………………….
And in the darkest hours of giving up…
……………………………………….
I feel light shining on me,
I smell fresh dew sprinkling on me,
I hear voices of angels floating around me,
I see the Cross coming to me…
The Passion never stops repeating
The Cross forever reaching
The Blood never cease redeeming
The Lamb forever reigning…
Rolling away the clouds of depression,
Pushing away the thunders of desperation,
Casting away the spirits of suffocation,
Throwing away the lies of fabrication…
………………………………………..
The Dark Cloud melts away…
………………………………………..
My heart smiles again…
I can feel happiness beaming at me,
I can hear the world laughing with me,
I can feel the radiance surrounding me,
I can see My Saviour smiling at me…
………………………………………..
Bubble of Joy
This could be said my very first proper attempt at poetry..i started off expressing myself ater going through a tough time, one of my darkest moments in life. Somehow it ended up looking like a poem..
Bubbly, happy, jovial, carefree...
Those were the words one would describe the feelings that it once radiates...
Bringing smiles and laughter into people's lives...
Transforming complexities into the purest simplicities...
Melting stubborn hearts with a touch of love...
Healing wounds of sorrows and burning away the torches of flaming grudges...
....................................................................
Where has it all gone to?
Where is the bubble of joy that everyone longs to come near?
Where is the joyful radiance it spreads?
...................................................................
Smiles turn to sorrows...
Laughter turns to tears...
Peace turns to anxieties...
Love turns to hatred...
Trust turns to fear...
....................................................
It is fading...
It is breaking...
Slowly, holes emerging and expanding...
Lines of sorrow creeping up, blurring the clear surface ...
Blocking the radiance...
Clumps of thorns appearing,choking and crowding
It is all hazy...
Shine starts to dim...
Darkness sets in...
....................................................
It floats...
It struggles...
Day and night...
It holds on to what is left...
It bounces back and it comes forth again...
....................................................
The Perfect bubble...
Now it is broken...
Shattered...
Lost...
...................................................
Will the broken pieces be mended?
Will the joy it once carried comes back?
Wil the innocence of life crawls back?
..................................................
There it stands...
Waiting...waiting...
Will it wait in the wings forever?
Will it struggle to move forward with its broken pieces?
...or....
Will it accept its brokenness and die to it?
Yes...
It shall die..
It shall undergo the pain...
It shall forget the past...
..........................................
It shall die and wait...
And wait...
Like a butterfly out from its cocoon...
Slowly.....
It stretches up again...
Now it has risen again...
It has died and been born again...
It is whole new..
Full...
Perfect...
Once broken, it is BRAND NEW...
Better than it has ever been...
The Perfect BUBBLE OF JOY...
To be born again, it has to be broken, shattered and die...
To be born again, it has to leave all its dreams and desires...
To be born again is better than fixing the pieces left over...
"Those who seeks his life loses it but those who loses his life wil find it"
Bubbly, happy, jovial, carefree...
Those were the words one would describe the feelings that it once radiates...
Bringing smiles and laughter into people's lives...
Transforming complexities into the purest simplicities...
Melting stubborn hearts with a touch of love...
Healing wounds of sorrows and burning away the torches of flaming grudges...
....................................................................
Where has it all gone to?
Where is the bubble of joy that everyone longs to come near?
Where is the joyful radiance it spreads?
...................................................................
Smiles turn to sorrows...
Laughter turns to tears...
Peace turns to anxieties...
Love turns to hatred...
Trust turns to fear...
....................................................
It is fading...
It is breaking...
Slowly, holes emerging and expanding...
Lines of sorrow creeping up, blurring the clear surface ...
Blocking the radiance...
Clumps of thorns appearing,choking and crowding
It is all hazy...
Shine starts to dim...
Darkness sets in...
....................................................
It floats...
It struggles...
Day and night...
It holds on to what is left...
It bounces back and it comes forth again...
....................................................
The Perfect bubble...
Now it is broken...
Shattered...
Lost...
...................................................
Will the broken pieces be mended?
Will the joy it once carried comes back?
Wil the innocence of life crawls back?
..................................................
There it stands...
Waiting...waiting...
Will it wait in the wings forever?
Will it struggle to move forward with its broken pieces?
...or....
Will it accept its brokenness and die to it?
Yes...
It shall die..
It shall undergo the pain...
It shall forget the past...
..........................................
It shall die and wait...
And wait...
Like a butterfly out from its cocoon...
Slowly.....
It stretches up again...
Now it has risen again...
It has died and been born again...
It is whole new..
Full...
Perfect...
Once broken, it is BRAND NEW...
Better than it has ever been...
The Perfect BUBBLE OF JOY...
To be born again, it has to be broken, shattered and die...
To be born again, it has to leave all its dreams and desires...
To be born again is better than fixing the pieces left over...
"Those who seeks his life loses it but those who loses his life wil find it"
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