Monday, October 26, 2009

Red turns into white

It is nice to see two ex-lovers talking from afar… it seems like that I have been the way to let the issues flow that has been drowned. Well the sparks are there from few years since I haven’t met these guys. I want them to talk to commune again… I am a bridge not an arrow of cupid. Well it is fantastic how the red turn into white. I am not a perfect partner but I am perfect friend and still trying to be. For the red, a lot of unspoken memories that has been written through tears, I want the tears to embossed and spoken this time. I don’t want them be another unpublished collection of sufferings, instead to let them b e known and be untold. As for the white, I want to clear the thoughts of thinking twice and to get ready of future person, to reunite with himself with a good partner. I want to erase the thoughts of doubting and replace it to trust. A five-letter word but it means a lot. I want to them to blossom and go into one way that I know, to get there in the place of what they desire most. As for me as I end this small storytelling, I want to compare it to what we have been through life. Well life is not complicated, we are.

I want to end my fingers typing by stating, are you there already? then show me my love... i am still waiting that you do exist. give me a reason to...*sigh*

Friday, October 2, 2009

hands down to let them play again

I have the thoughts of going out and spread my hands to needy.
but where should I start?
where are they?
I pity the people who insinuate the barbaric act of putting Filipinos into a catastrophe.
Do they have the thoughts of thinking twice?
Taunting is there only way to help us being submerged in deep water?
Is it another game they want?
Well I'll tell you one thing... just don't let the incident happen to you...

My country men are in rage of calamity.
And as my soft heart for kids are being crushed when i look at their faces of being harassed of by the foreign water outside their window.
Unfortunately, some of them did not survive.

If they only knew how my country men, who has been outraged, start their day.
Where was the portable water that they need? where was the dainty food that they usually enjoy? where was the shelter that they rest their weary body?

I want to take a glimpse of the after-the-rain effect...
I want to see my country men value the art of dancing among the ideology of hugging the earth and its wonderful elements. Relive by it. For after all, it is not too late.
There is more time.
I want to steal the good future and bring it now.
But before that, let us pray for the souls of the victims of the recent flood.

I am proud of you Babe for lending your helping hand to the needy. :D