A World Outside My Chair

Out of my boredom during my Philippine Literature class, I was able to make a poem.

I am seated on my chair but my mind flounders.

A lot of thoughts run in my mind;

Moro and warriors have no room on it.

I want to fly and stop the tick of the clock.

I want to view things beyond their perspective.

I want to catch the wind and play with the rainbow.

I wonder how the water becomes a loud.

I wonder how a sprout becomes a tree.

Can I see how it all happened?

I want to to be free and enjoy my liberty.

I am created for a special purpose.

I have a specific role to play with.

Yet here am I, confined in a space.

While being forced to listen at epics.

Epics that they say reflect our identity.

History supports that it is a cultural validation.

But for me, these are just hearsay.

That was elaborated and elevated as a language.

Can I let my mind travel beyond what I see?

These are all meaningless... A chasing after the wind.

Unfolding of A New Chapter

As I lay on my bed and hand this pen,

It is You, My Daddy, My Precious Abba,

That I am thinking as I jot these words down.

I want to glorify You through this pen and paper.

Daddy, how many times I have left You?

Yet all the while, You never left me behind.

How many times that I've said "You don't care".

Yet all the while, You were there for me.

How many times that I've thought that I'm alone,

Yet You always knock at the door of my heart.

You didn't stop even if I didn't even heed.

Oh Daddy, how can I ever repay you?

Why, oh why, My Sweet Darling Savior?
You never let me feel that You hate me.

Rage,pain, anger and bitterness filled me,

Yet You still care and cleanse my scarlet heart.

Oh Daddy, not a million "I Love You",

Not even a billion "I'm Sorry",

Can ever give back the grace that I received.

Unto Thy feet, I bow down and cry.

Dearest Yahweh, I am captivated and muted.

By Your grace and mercy, I am hailed.

Only a fool will tell that you didn't even hear,

Our cry of anguish and whispers of help.

Awakened to Disillusionment

Goodbye to you my sweet daffodil;

Goodbye to you my precious pearl.

I have realized that I was cast on a spell.

A spell that held my heart in captivity.

Goodbye to you who lend me a pen;

Goodbye to you who gave me a paper.

I have pondered that I was hailed,

By an illusion that filled my mind.

Goodbye to you my mist;

Goodbye to you my thorn.

You are the reason behind each tears.

You have pierced my heart and make it bleed

Goodbye to you my make-believe prince;

Goodbye to the fantasy that I once cherished.

I am giving my whole heart to my Great Lover.

For I am His, and He is mine forever and ever.

December 31,2011 12:59AM