Write Thing at the Write Time

Yes 3 letters One word Would have been my answer If only your question i have heard Yes Begins with a Y Maybe it means You Might have been mine If only you'd asked me to be yours Yes Center of it is E Maybe it was Everything Would have been You It would have been my answer If only the question i knew Yes A Truth and Fact Resounding and reassuring If only... If only you have ever asked.

When you come it wont be like what the movies potrayed. No slow motion. No spark. No emotional climax. Instead, it will be an instant like a blink of an eye. You were already there before I knew when, how or why. When you come it would be like how many times you've passed me by. You have already passed before I lifted my eyes, following a trail of you. I felt your presence as you passed by For you filled that absence i have longed for so long to be filled. Your presence was so real because of your absence. My heart will ache not with hurt but with yearning, a deep sense of want that only you could fill in. When you finally come, I will see my future pass by. My past will make sense and my present will become a gift. And it did today as you passed me by. When will be that day when you would not just pass me by but stay? When will you finally come my way? All I can do is wait.

Missing someone(s) right now. So I'll write right now. Di mo man ako pansinin, Ibaliwala ang pagsuyo at pagtingin, Basta huwag mo laging kalimutan, Ikaw ay nasa aking mga panalangin. Di kita tatantanan o bibitawan, Makita ko lang ang inaasam na pagbabago. Mawala na ang inyong lumang pagkatao, At maghari ang Buhay ni Kristo! Ngayong araw, ikaw ay nasa aking mga dasal, Alam mo man o Hindi, Ako'y nananabik para sa iyo. Hanggang sa makita kang muli. Sa aking harap at sa iyong tabi. English Translation: You might not notice me now, Don't mind my persuasion and affection. Just don't always forget, You are always in my prayers. I will not leave you alone or let you go, Until I finally see the change for you I've longed for. That your old you be gone, And see the life of Christ in you! Today, You are in my prayers, You might know or not, I am longing for you, Until I finally see you again. Face to face and by your side.

Here is my Bisaya Poetry. Walay lami ang pagkaun nimo kung walay kan-on, Nganong dili man ing-ana ang sa imong Espiritu intawon? Dapat murag Pamahaw, Paniudto ug Panihapun ang pulong sa Ginoo, Ayaw gyud daginuton! Kay basig tambok ug dako imong lawas, Gamay ug niwang man diay sa sulod! Hala pagkaun na sa Kan-on na Iyahang Pulong, Ayaw Hulat na imong lawas buhi ug kusgan, Pero imong kalag diay namatay na kay nagut-man. English Translation: Food is tasteless and not satisfying without Rice, Why isn't it like that with our Spiritual Life? It should be like Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner with the Word of God, Don't make it thrifty! For you might be fat and big in body, But small and petite in the inside no one can see! Come now eat the rice of His Word, Don't wait for your body be alive and strong, But your body has been dead with hunger all along.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace, I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. "I shall but love thee better after death."....

I hear you speak. In a crowded jeep or street. You tell me things, in my Secret Place, As if we are face to face. I sense you, In the Stillness of time. You make me feel emotions, While reading between the lines. I see you in a crowded street. You are the Lame and Weak. You are the Angry and the Hurt. They are your Glory unrefined. But I am saddened, for the ones called turn a deaf ear, the ones with seeing eyes turn blind. and those who could speak become dumb. Why do they refuse? To hear the unrelenting Call. Why do they turn away? to let your Way. I am hurt. not for me but for you. Outstretched, you gave your life. arms wide opened, You let them in. But they let themselves out. "I love you" You keep on telling me. "My feelings for you is much to strong." You keep reminding me. God, Father. Jesus, My Friend and Lover. Why can't they see it? Why can't they feel it? Why can't they hear it? Send me Lord to the Hurting. Your Comfort be their Comfort. Send ...

HmmmHmmm....I started writing songs when I was in College. One of the things I loved to write are Lullabies. I just pluck away with my guitar, let the melody flow and the words would follow. It just takes time. I used to write lullabies for my friends, most of them are my lil' sisters. I wrote this lullaby inspired by the movie soundtrack of "Anastasia". It also had the same melody. Lullaby Teddy Bears and sleepy eyes, I will help you sleep tonight. Dancing bears across the skies, What will get us through the night? I will tuck you safe and warm, Through the lightning and raging storms. When your dreams make you cry, I'll sing a lullaby. We'll Dream, We'll Sing and Dance. Let's give sleep another chance. And when you finally fall asleep, I will give you a goodnight kiss.

If I could, And I would. All day, stare at you, Not for the girl that’s blocking my view. I wonder, Bout your laughter. I wish I’m the one who made you laugh. But I’m not just enough. I’ll hold out your hand, If not for the girl that’s holding you now. And I, I wish I was her. I wis...

As I breathe in and out the smoke. It gets to my eyes; I’m blinded for a while. Bitter it may taste, yet still I take. The beer I claim mine. Sounds of people’s chatter, Loud music that gets louder. Which will I prefer? The bustle of the party or The solitude of silence? But I do not worry for it may not matter. As the party goes on, From dusk till dawn. I feel so tipsy, Yet; still I drink more and am merry. The people I call “friends” laugh with no end. To me all of this seems shallow, But I bite my doubt coz I’ll get lost If this crowd I don’t follow. And when the party is over, I walk swaying to my empty room. I opened the lock, It was already early morn. Straight to bed in my party clothes, With beer and smoke to smell. But as sleep comes, I utter a prayer, “Lord, was I happy tod...

SEASONS- January 2006 Shall I compare thee to the changing seasons? …Like the first day of Spring The first blossoming flowers of May, Dancing in the cool breeze Why art thou so fond and gay? …Like the Summer breeze Thou art so warm and at ease Thy fondness and thy heart, Will it be everlasting like the sun’s warmth? …Like the changing hues of leaves The fickle leaves of Fall Thou art falling away from me, Hast thy love gone and ceased? …Like the bitter hand the snow of Winter, So aloof is the morning weather. Will I still be the one you hold? Why hast thou so wan and cold?