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If in between heartbeats
Lies the flame of perpetual darkness,
Can drops of blood
Quench the thirst
Of a lost soul?
Indeed,
It was adrenalin rush
That provoked awakening.
The flesh is again
At its finest
The scars,
Yes, the scars
The scars of yesterday,
They can no more be seen.
Then, amidst ambiguity
Surprising,
Yet unwaveringly true
A faint throb
Activated a bomb
That blasted the emptiness away.
Suddenly, everything is at a halt.

Boyhingi

His shirt was painted with mud, his hair was dry and sticky; if my calculations are correct his is between seven to eight years old. But I am certain that his eyes showed the burdens of an adult. Let’s call him Boyhingi.

I saw him yesterday afternoon standing in front of the main entrance of SM North. He was begging for alms. I was relishing my snack. He looked at me. His gaze was filled with hope. I actually guessed what he wanted even without saying a word. So, I came near him and leaned forward; I told him to wait for me. His lips were small and dark but then that did not prevent him from smiling at me when he heard what I said.

My mouth quivered as I hurriedly ate the shawarma sandwich in my right hand. I was quite disturbed with the thought that he is watching me savour the taste of my snack. He patiently stood there. Perhaps, he was wondering why I asked him to wait for me. When I finished my sandwich I grabbed his left hand without any hesitation. I told him to come with me. We were about to enter the mall when he suddenly said “Bawal po kami diyan sa loob.” Being taken aback by what he said I asked him “Kumakain ka ba ng donut? Ibibili na lang kita sa loob ha. Dito ka lang.” So I had to leave him there as I purchased donuts for him. I don’t have much money yesterday and I wished I could give him more. I felt so guilty that with God’s many blessing I could only do so much for this boy.

After coming out from the donut store, I went straight to him to hand the bag of donuts. I was about to ask him where his parents were, but he went away after receiving what I gave him. I was left there hanging and wondering what will happen to him some years from now.

Many times, I encounter children like Boyhingi in the streets. I see them coming up jeepneys wiping the shoes of strangers they don’t know. I meet them in the church selling sampaguita garlands. I see them everywhere. We see them everywhere. Some people would just give them coins just to avoid the nuisance they bring whenever they ask for alms. Others would blame their parents for their misery. Tsk! Tsk!

With the naked eye, he might look less of a darling to any of us. But he is an angel in the eyes of God. When you see him around, think of him as God’s little messenger. He is inviting you to do good.

steadfast

“Uy, ang tagal na nating di nagkikita. Kamusta?”

“Mabuti. Pero mas mabuti nga ngayon kausap kita eh.”

“Toh naman, ngek, kaw nga diyan kala ko nakalimutan mo na ako.”

“ Kahit kelan, di kita makakalimutan.”

“Talaga lang ha? Di ka kasi nagpaparamdaman.”

“ Lagi lang naman akong nandito para sayo. Ikaw ang naging abala sa mga ginagawa mo kaya siguro akala mo nawala ako.”

I thought I was all alone all this time,
I thought you have forgotten me
But, it was I who neglected your love
But, it was I who left you
Yet, without hesitation
You still care for me.
Now with you,
I am home to stay...

Minsan ganyan tayo. Akala natin iniwan NIYA tayo. Akala natin nag-iisa tayo. Akala natin pinabayaan NIYA tayo. PERO MARAMING NAPAPAHAMAK SA MALING AKALA.

When we fail, when we are hurt, when we loose in the game of life we blame HIM; we accuse HIM of leaving us behind, when in truth HE was standing right beside us all this time. The problem is, we are too busy to notice HIM; we are too pre-occupied with so many other things to take note of HIS presence. In most cases, we place HIM in the bottom of our priority list and with 99% certainty we suddenly remember HIS role in our lives when we are in the pangs of agony and despair. We treat HIM like a bank, wherein we are always on the verge of withdrawing even without depositing. Still, HE gives us what we need because he is merciful and loving.

Sometimes, we think he cannot hear our calls but HE does! Believe me or not. HE is available to hear us out 24 hours 7 days a week. Walang palya yan! Daig NIYA ang suncellular mo 24/7 di lang call and text ang available… madami pang iba. He can reach the far ends of the globe… because with him LAHAT POSSIBLE. Ganyan SIYA katindi.

Our relationship with HIM should never be limited to ritualistic activities prescribed by religion. Our bond with HIM is a pact that should be carried on in our day to day existence.

In my 24 years of stay here on earth, I have witnessed HIS unending love. He has shown me the colors that are beyond what the naked eye can see. HE is the light of my eyes amidst darkness. I never thought I would make it this far. But because HE is with me every step of the way I was able to see the sun at night...

GOD is more than enough...
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Isang pangakong di mababali kailanman

“Basta ikaw chelle, BASTA IKAW!”

“BASTA IKAW LORD! BASTA IKAW!”

Ikaw,Ang Hangin At Ang Ulan - by: Vener Santos

para kay salamangkera

ikaw...

sa bugso ng bagabag na sa isip mo'y tumutulak,
sa gumuhong pusong 'di kinaya ang bigat,
sa napiping panalanging hindi makalipad,
lagi silang naririyan,upang ika'y tulungang
ihakbang ang iyong mga paa,ihele
ang damdaming nasasabik sa panaginip.

ang hangin...

laging nakaalalay sa bawat mong galaw,
tahimik mang nakamasid sa iyong paligid,
laging may hatid na ginhawa sa bawat
mong langhap,kumakalas ang taling
sumasakal sa 'yong pusong naninimdim.

ang ulan...

sa tuwing ika'y nauuhaw sa paglaya
ng damdamin mong napupugnaw,
sa init ng luha na asidong tumutunaw
sa 'yong puso,naririyan siya
upang lunurin ang lumbay,
at sa tuwina'y kaagapay mo
sa pagdidilig ng punla
ng pag-ibig sa iyong puso.

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"sana makatulong to sa paglutas mo sa gusot ng lovelife mo...hehe." - Vener Santos (Posted by vener santos last 2007/9/25 9:30:00 at penster.fyi.ph)

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well, i guess veny is one of those few people who knew what i felt back then.... thank you so much for being a friend vener santos....

Fallen Cleft

specially made for japhet's mom

I heard the wind whisper my name,
The echoes bounced back and forth
And left my ear a resounding melody.
The gentle murmurs cascaded
Like an old memory -
I miss your bosom,
That flowery bosom,
Oh, that flowery one;
Where seeds of music
Came to life;
No one can disturb
Her silent lullaby.

Departure from my side
Was not part of the prophecy;
For your hand
Is my sanctuary.

I miss your bosom, Mom
I miss you.

(a collaboration between Japhet Calupitan & SaLaMaNgKeRa)
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Japhs, whereever she is... I bet your Mom is proud of you.

LUMOS

Sa ilalim ng itim na ulap,
Maaninag ang naiibang kislap
Ng mga luhang nabuo
Mula sa walang tigil
Na pagtangis.

Habang unti-unting
Nahihimlay sa karimlan,
Patuloy ang pagindayog
Upang bigyang buhay
Ang napapagal na kaluluwa.

At sa kanyang pagyao,
Maiiwan ang mga bakas
Ng natunaw na sera
Na minsang nagpainit
Sa malamig na gabi.