Stars in the Sky

Stars and sky
looking up
facing God
and His face
everywhere
looking through
seeing with
knowing what
or when or
why; question
thoroughly
seeking in
the life, of
yourself; you
you who lives
in you, who
is yourself
staring at
the mirror
reflection
of the me
that they see
but who is
me? the me
that I know
is it still
me? the me
that they know
is it me?
Who is me?
Thinking of
thinking that
thinking is
thinking which
thinking would
think of. Me
or the stars
and the sky
existence
it is not
dependence
it is like
thinking, for
thinking is
thinking that
thinking is
thinking for
the thinking
of thinking
and I am
I who is
the I that
I am, as
I see it
or they see
for what they
see is not
what they see
but it is
what I see
that they see
and this I
who sees what
they see, and
knows what they
see as what
I see on them
is the me
that resides
outside all
not reason
no logic
can ever do
can ever reveal
can ever excise
this self and the selves of others
that sees what others see
as I see them, or
sees me as what
all others see
as what I see them to see me
no other reason
except for itself
and that is Him
within us
where all our hope resides.

I am who He sees me to be.

Lyn

Valentines. Why is it on February 14? Why does everyone call it “love's” day?

Crush. Why do people think of them during Valentine's day? Why are people ashamed of telling their crushes?

Gifts. Why do they give gifts to their crushes? Why do they do it secretly?

Roses. Why do people buy roses during Valentine's day? Why do they bloom only on that day?

Red. Why are roses red? Why is Valentine's day red?

Chocolates. Why do they give chocolates to girls? Why does chocolate taste sweet on Valentine's day?

Sweet. How do we know some thing's “sweetness”? How are people, and people's girl crushes, sweet?

Girls. Why are people spending so much of themselves trying to “get” a girl? What is “getting” a girl?

Date. Why do people go out on dates during February 14? How does it “get” a girl? Why does it have to be “romantic” and “intimate”?

Romance. Why is love a Roman thing? How would romance be in another world's perspective?

Intimate. What is the reason for the “closeness” that people want with a girl? What will this “closeness” lead to?

Courting. How do boys and girls fall in love? Why do they have to “court” in order to get in love?

Relationship. What is a relationship? Why wouldn't it last these days?

Hands. Why do people hold each other's hands during Valentine's day? Why do they do it often?

Kiss. What is with the touching of the lips that binds two souls together? Why is it pleasant?

Love. How does one love?

A fleeting passion
What do roses mean to you?
I love you is all.

Distant everyday memories...

STolen from yoni...for some reason ginawa ko 'to...

Here are the rules:

1. Put your iTunes on shuffle. //musicmanager lng ang akin eh...
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS
4. Tag at least 10 friends who might enjoy doing the game as well as the person you got the note from.

1) IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?

"Cinema Paradiso-weplay" //eh???

2) WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?

"Dream" //haha...dream-y pla ako ngaun

3) WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?

"My Immortal" //WTH haha...gusto ko ng zombie.:))

4) HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?

"River Flows in You" //ooh...emo huh...

5) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?

"Tattoo" //okay...ano to,literal or heartbroken ang labas ko? aww...:))

6) WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?

"Code Geass - Hitomi no Tsubasa" //ok,so may "wings in my eyes" i.e. geass ako..oooh

7) WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?

"Cruel Angel's Thesis" /*wat. neon gen antagonist emo misunderstandable shinji-ish dork... na                                 pla ako...*/

8) WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?

"Cannon in D" //ok...

9) WHAT IS 2+2?

"No me Ames" //wahaha...

10) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?

"True" //oh no...:D

11) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

"Crush" //ok...hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA

12) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?

"Beethoven 7th Symphony" //waaaaaat

13) WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?

"No Air" //ok...SPACE!  waaa

14) WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

"The Prayer" //waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

15) WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?

"Row row fight the power" //is this even possible????

16) WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?

"Snow Station" //ooh...5cm/sec death at train station...:))

17) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?

"Say it again" //waa,sirang plaka ba ako? :))

18) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?

"Feeling that doesn't reach" //oops...haha,cno kaya makagets nito

19) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?

"Kiss" //NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

20) WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?

"Code Geass - Mosaic World" //pwde...

21) HOW WILL YOU DIE?

"end theme" //okay,mamatay nga ako sa train...

22) WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?

"Sorairo 'Blue' Days" //but i'm emo...hehe

23) WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?

"feeling of power" //ha? haha? hahaha? hahahaha...huh?

24) WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?

"Love Song" //wcdvyjv ydfcLH8QD27377r&^$%^^....

25) WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?

"Burn" //ano,masusunog ako? :D pero yes ata to...wahahaha

26) WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?

"Standing at the edge of the Earth" //ok,that's SCARY

27) DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?

"Code Geass - Colors" //ok,di ko gets...

28) IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?

"Light on" //eh? isasara ko ang ilaw???

29) WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?

"poem of the sky and sea" //haha,ewan

30) WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS NOTE AS?

"Distant everday memories"

ok,so sira na ba ang blog ko dhil dito?

well, naisip ko lng mg-unwind...or ewan.haha.post-valentines treat? haha...dhil ba 'to sa nangyari...:))

anyways,thanks to yoni (may collaborator pa cya...:D) nabuo to...lol. yun lng.

time check:05:05 am.no sleep yet.:D

P.S. i tag everyone!!! hehe,joke lng.

Sonnet 16: La Vita Circulare

the newborn sun has come to take its place
and reclaim its throne from such aweful darkness
ugly to behold, yet cunning in its ways
the night has deceived the world
but now it never will
to pierce the eyes of judgement
that was sharpened by darkness itself
it is nearly as cunning, and doubly protected
for through the impenetrable cloud of black
shines forth a single star
and then another
and then the next one
until the sky is sprinkled with them
of light
of rays of perseverance
that brings forth joy
and brings about change
and asserts hope


For there was no one who sees through
There could be no one who'd achieve
Yet everyone, within them, drew
And everyone in each believes
The soul of souls that give what is life
And that which decides its own course
The union of substance and disarray of strife
The contemplator of happiness and remorse
This, and existence in itself undeniable
Yet still seeking self-approval
Is this quintessential; is value dependable?
The vanity of this world consequential
And so humanity on imperfections live on
'Til the final moment of the Easter dawn

Epitaph to Joy

The sadness that could envelope any glimmer of hope has dawned. Seeping through the soul. Stealing the lifeblood from each facet of this gem. Worthless, the gem has become another ordinary stone across the road. Lost value, lost substance, no one has ever thought that trans-substantiation could exist in humans as well. Or is this degradation, corruption of what was potentially beautiful? Shame, such shameful existence in the shameful universe of shameful beings. What is being something? Will it ever justify the existence of such a useless squander of matter? Such crap lying around, bequeathing ugliness to the grand mosaic. Why should such unpleasant things happen to what was just dormant? It never really asserted itself, it never really showed of, it never was outstanding, yet it is the one chosen by the devil to become his. Why should evil want to take over something that never was of value in the first place? Have they become foolish enough to take what was not useful to them? Tongues of flame devour this pitiful creature, the blanket of despair burning each and every aspect of it. The creature doesn't fade away, the creature does not burn out due to its encasement of what could be called life. Thus it is left bearing the tortures of its own, never to see happiness yet never to bid pain goodbye. The torments of the cruel world simply crushes the tiny value it could have, and it is left with nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

The loss of the meaning of life. What am I living for? Apologies to everyone for the worthlessness, and for the trouble that the worthless has done in such a way that everyone would exert the effort of being concerned. Sorry.

A Glimpse of What Was

The village was silent

and the houses were dark

except for here

except for the light

silhouetting the gaudy figure

bent over

a piece of paper

rapidly writing with his pen

and reading with his books

at the same time

it was past midnight

The sun was shining

upon the green grass

swept by a gentle breeze

as we watch

under the shade of white

and chat

about life

with amusement

and amazement

it was dawn

The room was silent

the ceiling was white

and blank, it was clear

as the minds that flutter

as the chalk that grits

and leaves a mark

in rhythm with the voice

of learning

it was morning

At the armchair

with a spoon on one hand

and the pen on the other

asking, reading, laughing

getting over

with a quiz

or doing the impossible assignment

over the lunch box

and under the same roof with friends

it was noon

Tapping the ball pen

upon the stack of books

looking for references

authors, topics, all that can

be of use

to the paper, spilled with

inorganic blood

in awful figures of corrections

it was afternoon

Steps upon the gravel-coated stairs

conversations and final plans

walking among the santan bushes

and feeling the wind

stopping by the kiosk

or flagpole

or guidance office

or guard house

to feel the wind

and the company

it was dusk

The sight of the familiar

house, stall, dishes

cats, food, room

the backyard and the study place

the sound of welcoming

groans from a companion

love

it was evening

Lying down

on the ever-present bed

staring at the dark wall

and the dimly-illuminated ceiling

with the clock ticking by

thinking

figuring

savoring the time

when will all this end?

It was high school.

Warring Mind

Out of the dark horizon

springs forth the blossom of tomorrow

the breaking of a coldness

and the end of chronic stagnation

the beginning of the day

the start of life

oh, how lovely living is!

A cold despair all over

drenching all energy

sapping the light

and life itself

awful, horrible, terrifying

evil itself, apocalypse coming

loss of hope

what is left, then?

A hero, a hero!

someone will be saving!

he comes, He comes

HE COMES WITH A VICTORIOUS STANCE!

freedom, security, a sense of relief

spark of hope

momentary energy, vision of a future

tomorrow suddenly rising

from dust

But why is everything

suddenly coming into focus

the battleground

suddenly arrived?

silence, momentary quiet

is the battle over?

has it been won

lost

or...?

How foolish! this is my battle!

(but not my own)