Thoughts in Verses

It is as if...

2006-05-29T23:32:00.000+08:00

I am no superwoman with superpowers
I am ordinary, like you, like them, like her,
I am not super, I am just secondary
Life's bullets permeate my emotional shield,

too... and they harm...

Sometimes they sap my strength leaving not a trace
They give rise to misgivings creating a vacuum
And, too, I am as vulnerable as a wretch
Life's unwarranted bias drowns the inner me

sure they do...

How could it be that I can glide amidst turmoil
It is as if I am superwoman but I
Am not superwoman, more a wondering soul
Trapped in this vacuum, unfeeling, helpless, feeble

'tis true, but untrue, too,

That I am trapped, because this is what I wanted
To feel super power, to be extra strong
Invulnerable, callous, unmindful, and cold
More like a zombie, it is as if I can't feel

It is as if I could care less

Emptiness

2006-04-07T01:11:00.000+08:00

All of a sudden
The emptiness of such life
Surfaced, and broken
Tears trail off, beaten

Where is ageless youth,
the strength that it carries out?
Where is beauty and ardor,
the glory of life?

Will love cease to end
Without the zest and the zing?
What is substance born
from this life’s emptiness?

Words failed to speak
The hatred from verve and void
Entwined deep within
Wanting to loudly scream

It felt cold and numb
Perhaps from the night’s chill, oh no
The hug felt bitter,
distant, all of a sudden.

Warm... Wonderful... Aching

2006-01-03T07:12:00.000+08:00

Making love, as wonderful as it seems
Makes the coitus painful afterwards
Then wish that it is lovelier next time around
And not to pain you with apprehension

Warm fluids excreted from the sweetest
Acts of love that animates the senses
It brings the ‘you and me’ all together
Two souls that speak the same language

The aching bliss drowns me, enveloping
My faculties work en masse to the heights
Glorious bursts of ecstasy they produce
Sending us both to exhaustion

How I adore how we exchange ourselves
And share them with each other entirely
They fascinate me each time we make love
Warm, wonderful and aching, every time.

A moron or an imbecile?

2005-10-27T23:21:00.000+08:00

O, pathetic fool
Hollow be thy head
A vacuum with naught –
How do you use it?

O, bigmouth dupe
Unfathomable
Stupidity
Ah, when will you learn?

You cringe, and you cry
Without sanity
Bellowing with might
Yet with no meaning.

How can you be such
A fool not to grasp
The reason beyond
Each syllabic sound?

Brainless fool, that’s why
a senseless moron –
tell me then and how
you’ll teach right from wrong.

O pathethic fool!

The Reason I Lied

2005-10-08T22:08:00.000+08:00

… is because it is not right, and unfair
to go on thinking
this is just fine
Because it is not, and you know it well.

… is because I can go on though wounded
and even savaged
torn into pieces
Yet I cling to the shred that was left.

… is because I know you can live with it
without me around
with many choices
Simply forgetting I ever happened.

… is for people to be happy ever
to breathe with laughter
oblivious to pain
Then I’ll be happy, too, because they are.

This is about a man and a woman who met each other in the company they both worked for. As time went by, they fell in love, or fell into the trap of forbidden love. The man was already married and with two kids. The woman was confronted one time along the highway with the wife. The wife saw them while everybody was waiting for the green light. She was in the other car. Though scandalized, the woman didn’t fight back and received all the insults hurled at her. After a few months, she broke up with the man, going with a much younger man. She told him she does not love him anymore.

Thirty Calendar Years

2005-08-03T19:18:00.000+08:00

Bright eyes
That wonder what the world is like
Timid smiles that made her crazy with delight
Pampered by her love, forgetting
That the others
Came from her womb also…

Young days
That brought glory to her motherhood
Mischievous pranks that only you could render
A growing lad amidst the confusion
Perhaps ‘tis you
Alone that made her happy…

Being
A youth that inspires her to be a mom
That made her a mother unlike the yesteryears
You grew fondly with her favors
While you are pleased
Thinking that you are a god…

It came
Adulthood that befell unexpectedly
No – you don’t want it; you don’t need it, now
You are just reveling in the madness
This is not affordable
You cannot be responsible…

Years of
Carefree living, empty or shallow
Together with your accomplice, you refute reality
Replaced it with folly, ripened
Thirty calendar days
Into more foolishness…

What now?
Do you wish to stay this way?
Abandoned, hated, ignored, and still, sorrowed
Broken heart and spirit, denied
But you cannot escape
You got to face it…

The Search

2005-07-16T21:09:00.000+08:00

written by Daryl

(This is a poem uttered by Lord Aldeni. For he is searching for his beloved,the fair Treira Vande who has been lost in the lands east of the Windy Mountains.)

I search for the gift that I have lost
Afraid it might have turned to dust
I roam the broad lands, vast and great
My heart- afraid- that I'm too late

I yearn in my heart so greatly
To find it I shall be happy
Yet if lost forever, oh no!
My heart will lose remaining glow

I roam the earth from north to south
And I walk here and there and about
I roam the world from east to west
Even though I will get no long rest

Til I find this gift I search for
I shall endure darkness and gore
Through the heavens, I'll fly the dove
All I'll do - to find my lost love

By Your Side

2005-07-12T20:57:00.000+08:00

I stood by the road, waiting
as dusk looms; I then parked myself,
Felt like you are not arriving.
I looked at every single being
but then you might not be alone
and I was right, yes, as always.

You have grown, pleasing to the eyes;
Oh, a beautiful young woman -
I feel so proud of you, daughter!
Who could not feel the joy I have?
The little fair imp; tiny voice
replaced by the sweetness of youth.

But, hey, why the gloom? Something wrong?
A fight turned into a parting?
Tell me, please, tell me, my daughter,
I will always be here, list'ning
Waiting for you to pour it out,
We can talk anytime your time.

I ache seeing you impatient...
Bearing worry, feeling unsure,
I can bear anything but not
You in sadness, in doubt, in ire
I would always want the smile
I would always be by your side.

A Reason

2005-06-23T20:21:00.000+08:00

A fiend strolls along Earth, grumpy: He
finds me unassuming, ever zealous

Taking interest, he tags alongside
Beaming at the task daring his ego
Tiptoes, skulking
Setting up a plan

Meanwhile, unsuspecting me spreads out
on top of the comfortable bunk bed

Felt so good, felt nice...

The fiend marched into my dream, in disguise
Someone I fantasize appeared before me
Smiley, handsome
Took my breath away

The impostor breathed with me his poison
Making me forget my everdearest

Why does't feel so good?

Beaming again, he plods his feet with joy
Very sure of a prized catch he would bring
toward the annals
of terrible Hell

'Tis just a slip of time and it popped
the terrifying sweetness of that flash

I feel nipping cold...

Another spirit came and rescued
my drowning self. With robust hands he pulled,
from the wintry pit
of sure oblivion

Then there was light all over, thawing out
The frost from the chill of the fiend's poison

'Twas my heart that summoned the spirit -
its enduring love for my beloved
Sure enough reason
to live and survive

From Afar

2005-05-23T16:31:00.000+08:00

(Korean Novelas' Theme)

I watched you hold her dear, beaming, eyes that shine like the sun,
You complete her, and she completes you, two lovers that love,
And I was there, from afar, watching the two figures that cling,
Molding each other, drowning with kisses of love, I sighed…

I tried to reach you, but something somehow prevented me
Maybe the bond between you two that shielded you from me
Maybe the passion denied my existence, so strong
I never even got a chance to hold your hand, your face.

From afar, I watched and wondered about the devotion
So true, so pure, so fulfilling, but it made me shed tears
Pained by your sweet, sweet love that could never, never be mine
Weakening my grip of life, refusing defeat, crying…

How I desired that I had your love even for a while
And be engulfed by the delight it could bring me, so sweet!
“Be mine, be mine, even for a while, be mine!” I bellowed
from within, but I know that I should just be watching you…

from afar.

The Night After

2005-05-16T20:23:00.000+08:00

As I lay down tonight
A heavy heart, with blight
Your face against the light
I know you're not alright...

You tried to talk, kept mum
You chose to glare, be calm
Trying to fight the glum
And then I kissed, you hum...

I tried to make you feel
That I'm trying to heal
And it's not a big deal
Accepting what is real...

A drop of tear, and sighs
Oh, I wish no more cries
but a smile in guise
Tomorrow the sun'll rise!

It is during these times
We look at paradigms
Though they're not thin dimes
Think of it in our primes...

And through moments like this
I pray for inmost peace,
And be with God abreast
All our cares He'll release.

Hush now, let's put to rest
All of life's pain and test
Offer it to God's crest
We will, we'll be our best.

With Bare Hands

2005-05-06T19:30:00.000+08:00

a touch
to soothe discomfort
then add delight
delight (oh, delight!)
that strongly suggests bliss
with bare hands I eased pain

less hurting

less difficult

a grip
that controls sentiments
of hatred, of love,
unspeakable love that
kills
with bare hands I controlled

hatred

love

a blow
which drove away mental acumen
but lesser than
unwritten thrusts that cuts
like a knife
with bare hands I blew away wrath

it burned

then dissipated

About Carnal Thoughts

2005-05-04T22:21:00.000+08:00

the warm air about
tickles my flesh, seduces
my vulva, welling

hard covers beneath
strongly itch my fancy
majoras wriggle

oh, yes, the silence
drives me all the more headlong
castle in the air

caressing undies
opens up the tight ingress
enfolds the craving

tepid environ
bringing me carnal, wild thoughts
intense intercourse

Put a Stop

2005-05-03T19:35:00.000+08:00

While you still can, put a stop to
The folly - can never be what you see
It will just deceive your mind and your heart
The folly – can never be what you see

You dream of white roses from a lover
Of love that will fulfill the need, the lack
You dream of a wild and fiery romance
From the man of your dreams, every nighttime

While you still can, during which you hold
Your spirits, your willpower – stop!
Maybe too early but can be the best
Time to put a stop, time to reflect!

A Mistake

2005-04-27T22:53:00.000+08:00

Patiently she waits ‘til it was over
Sleepless but eager nights of marvel
Eagerly she succumbs to imprudence
Overwhelming what rationale was left

She tiptoed in the night, heart is pounding
Some silly thoughts in mind to get over
She escaped the bed with thrill, oblivious
Again, someone waits on the other line…

"Hello, sweety, ‘you there?"
She hushed the one, "Quiet!"
"I miss you, didn’t you?"
And she can’t find the words.

Slowly she was undressed with his words
Caressed, titillated, roused her senses,
She, awakened, countered more intensely
No holds barred, not even a pang of guilt

In the middle of it
A voice was heard, calling
Demanding submission
Quenching her emotions

A mistake

Unaware that she left someone awake
Time was so slow as he waited for her
Wondered why she fled from bed - in secret
And kept long away from his rest – waiting

She stood in front of the door – diffident
The voice was solid, indignant, asking
No true word was spoken but a fib
"I cannot sleep, so I watched TV."

A mistake

It had been years and no voice can be heard
From the lone room, from where she fled that night
The fighting had begun then ceased quickly -
Leaving her alone with the telephone.

People that I Met, I Meet, Will Meet

2005-04-25T12:36:00.000+08:00

An elderly man, feeble and ailing
As far as I can remember, a friend,
We talked about life, oh, and the whole lot,
I sat on his lap to hear his stories,
later to tell him I am so sorry
A loving father I will not forget.

A simple girl, with simple looks, grinning,
Jolly anytime, anywhere, bustling,
We talked about life, oh, and the whole lot,
I love to listen to her advices
(sad - I did not learn them from my mother)
She’s a friend I surely will not forget.

A lad among his group smiles at me
Loud, funny, full of life, became my friend,
We talked about life, oh, and the whole lot,
He is carefree, and I thought wrong - he’s not,
Wooed me, a wink and a smile, a visit,
Now, a husband who makes sense - that I love.

A group of twenty-somethings, the ‘90s,
A group of rebels in a company,
We talked about life, oh, and the whole lot,
A bunch of young people then, daring life,
Drifting logs, noisy lot, but sane enough,
Friends throughout the years, friends that I value.

A lady with a healthy mind, by now,
Keeps me company that I’m pleased about
We talked about life, oh, and the whole lot,
Silent, contemplative, level-headed,
Chatters about sex the same way I do
No qualms, we free our minds of hypocrisy.

A man, I met online, eligible,
Bored and a neophyte, experiments,
We talked about life, oh, and the whole lot,
We chatted almost everyday and night,
Passionate, endearing, intelligent,
Life drifted with the stranger - he’s wounded?

People with diverse views and status,
People who will create a difference
We will talk about life and its whole lot
We will explore the world of dreams, and of
Adventure, of wit, and of knowledge
We’ll talk a lot, and then probably meet.

Haiku Attempt

2005-04-21T18:26:00.000+08:00

- Prelude to Lovemaking -

the dining table
a witness of your resolve
to make love tonight

- Further Prelude -

the space across
listens to the playfulness
the moment of love

- The Act -

the bed awaits, hushed
murmurs, sighs, cries of pleasure
after the prelude

- After the Act –

once again, the bed
watches both lovers, beaten
into a vortex…

Bing's Limericks

2005-04-08T19:57:00.000+08:00

Dirty Old Man

An old man struts along
In his mind he has a song
"Oh, my! Legs galore!"
Like a canine in all four
Salivating about the thong.

Grammatically Wrong

An old dear friend suddenly appeared
And everybody in the group cheered
"Am I the only VISITORS
That everyone WAIT for, of course!"
Every soul laughed and nobody leered.

To his wife

Said an honest fellow underling,
"To my dearest wife I always cling,
But she has to wash up
Before she sits on my lap,
the aroma – what splendor they bring!"

Miss Explosive

Here is Miss Explosive, coming closer
The shaggy-dog story along with her
Beware, be aware,
My friend, lest you care,
You will never know once it is over.

I'd Be Around

2005-03-12T15:12:00.000+08:00

I’d be around when you need a woman
who would give you love and all the comfort
who would sit always by your side to talk,
to recall the good times then laugh and cry,
and to be silent in the midst of angst.

I’d be around when you need a mistress
who would bring you to the heights of glory
who would dampen your lips with sweet kisses,
then mold your body into mine, reeling,
dazed by the loveliness of the union.

I’d be around when you need a friend
who would listen to your aches and grumbles
who would laugh loud at your jests and banters
all because I am a number one fan
of your humor – ah! so spontaneous!

Id’ be around when you need nothing
who would be with you while you are content
who would stare at you without a sound
with all the blessings, with all the delights
and keep a smile, with a thought in mind
that I would need no one - but only YOU….

To Be a Mother

2005-03-12T15:05:00.000+08:00

It is not easy, my dearest,
If you think it is easiest
To be a mother, loving you,
Protecting you, bracing yourself.

I may not be the mom you like
But you will always be the one
A progeny I had conceived
That I will cherish all my life.

You are a part of our being
Somewhat a replica of us
An upshot of our deep union
Your father and I had fashioned.

It is not easy, beloved,
To think how to take care of you
To protect you from the perils
Preserving you ‘til the time comes.

Do not ignore the true counsel
I ask of you to listen well
Do not undervalue our love
Nothing compares to it ever.

The world is waiting for youngsters
Who eagerly yields to its cry
The world awaits for the virgin
Snatch them away to yonder.

I cry, how I cried, my dearest,
As you depart from my keeping
I shouted, shouted, my tears dried,
This encounter, very strange.

Being a mother is arduous
Giving my life is not enough
You do not appreciate it though
Does it matter, not your concern.

I loved as a loyal mother
I loved very much that it hurts
Perhaps I should have kept something
For my self that it would not hurt.

But that is how I love my kids
Dainty they were before this time
Corrupted they will be, I fear
Still will love them faithfully.

To be a mother, I love it
A wonderful feeling of sense
I pray that the Lord will always
Guide me... to be a better mom.

He Breathed His Last

2005-03-12T14:35:00.000+08:00

The phone rang with panic
Like a warning
It was mother
He had to be rushed to
A hospital
Waiting for him
As if expecting him

Poor father, what pity!
I held your hand
You held my hand
‘I am here, can’t you see?
Oh, do you feel
The sudden fear,
Open your eyes, I plead!’

Not a stir from him
Even a sound
Could not be heard
Only a tear from him
Hacking my heart
Gripping with pain
The sum of what he felt

A month was like a year
We saw him die
Everyday
They say he still could hear
What use? I asked
But I whispered
A lot, prayers for him

Then all came to a halt
He was weary
Gave up the fight
His body was so cold
Useless machines
He breathed his last
Seemed a long time ago…

Premature Love

2005-03-12T14:28:00.000+08:00

Cupid
was mistaken
releasing the arrow
early

Oh, child
You are wounded
to fall deeply in love,
ill-timed!

Listen!
This ought not be
Cupid was blindfolded
Naughty

Oh, sighs
from a ‘lovesick’,
from a mother who frets,
upset

Behold!
Future awaits
Be slow, be on guard
Oh, child

For April 23

2005-03-12T14:18:00.000+08:00

(a first-year anniversary poem having a boyfriend, year 1984, and I was in Romblon, having a vacation because Papa required me to be there)

As I walked along the
rocky and dusky road
With the blue sky and
the vastness of the sea
With the fresh air and the
myriad rocks on the shore
I remembered I was
only dreaming then
But here I am, before
these wondrous things I dreamed…

It is always like that
having your dreams fulfilled
It comes with a shock, and
with a tear, a longing
Though fulfilled it maybe
you still yearn for
something, sometimes
it causesyou to resent your choice…

Sad to know things easily
debilitates me
Like the alchemy, the
aches of being in love
Like having the doubts of
a neophyte like me
What does kismet really
intended us to be?

Why does anachronism
be upon me now?Why rob us of the chance
to be with each other?
When we have waited along
for this moment
Or was I the only one
with this true love?

Tonight will be another
beautiful one
Again I will count with my eye
the stars in heaven
And wait for another day
to come and rise
With stringent Auld Land Syne
eyeing me always

I hate to say these but
I have to eager ones
The stars in heaven
are unreachable
so don’t try
So with the sea
with its depths and perils
One day you’ll find you
are devoured without knowing…

I profess it is wrong to have
people run my life
Making my own decisions
and assertions
Feeling like a robot amidst
the humans with cruel eyes…
or above suspicion?

But with the luxury
of your love and passion
I have learned to accept
these things decorously
For I shall never enjoy
everything in my life
Without the thoughts of you
anytime, anywhere

from D

2005-03-12T14:09:00.000+08:00

Freakish image I convey lying beneath a mortal facade,
implored to reckon within myself
I'll never know the feeling of what everyone holds closest to wealth;
love is far beyond my grasp, a sentiment yearning
I could never hope to clasp.
So alone I tread weary and doomed,
nothing within myself and nothing presumed;
I continue on this absurd fool's quest,
until the inevitable time when I am at peace and clutch my breast.
Living on borrowed time my senses I forgo,
for I realize I died from my wounds long ago;
scratching my way through this bleak world mortalized,
my emotions abandoned me leaving my feelings paralyzed.
Any shining hope is quickly vanquished,
in a flash of my mind all care extinguished;
why can't I learn to accept any thought of positive appeal,
duly noted against my pride when I won't allow myself to heal.
Perhaps some day I will submit,
and allow my body to cease functioning and merely quit;
until that time doth arrive,
I continue on though not quite alive.

Honey, Which is Not Honey

2005-03-12T13:54:00.000+08:00

Sweet solution, heavy ingestion nourished
Supersaturated, concocted, too
Sweet signals, thick impressions sustained
Attractive and untamed, even witty

Fructose, glucose, enzymes, even the oils
Regurgitated, noshed to the larvae
Affection, warmth, eagerness, and passion
Imbibed to the senses, unknowingly

Honey, which is not honey, so it seems,
Honey like substance from flowers by ants
Honey is not honey, apparently
Sweet and intoxicating, irrational

Honey, from honeydew of plants, we see
A rain of food, transported by the wind
Honey, they abound, far and wide, we see
Sweet secretions and elaborated

Honey, true honey, from the nectar, aged
Subsists in winter then stored in time
Honey, from love divine, it is seasoned
Never fleeting, strong and fulfilling

D

2005-03-12T13:52:00.000+08:00

(a poem for a friend named D)

Strange innuendos from you, a stranger
Truth and lies, diverse and crisp, are they true?
Novel ideas from a novelty-
Uncertainties cling, still uncertain.

Painful lexis, you throw and you love pain!
Bizarre memoirs, you love bizarrerie
Morbid visions, loving morbidity
Zombifying the already zombies?

Callous sounds to enhance callosity
Cold response, D, are you cold-blooded?
Pretensions, I perceive, and I pretend
Understanding to be understood.

Friendship I bid, at all times, to a friend
Worth I realize, then is it worthy?
Cautions, I try to be cautionary
Careful with the pain, D, because I care.

Life

2005-03-12T13:44:00.000+08:00

(a poem by Daryl)

Life started with the very first cry
Of a baby destined for dreams to fly
The baby grew and started talking
Then came the learning of walking
And then all other things

The baby grew into a sweet little boy
And he played with his many toys
As he came to the age for learning
The new legacy of life is coming
And his dreams are beginning

When he grew to his teens, the boy protested
That he no longer needs to be protected
His parents were angry and raging
And told him that they will be scolding
For he has done a very bad thing

The boy grew into an intellectual man
And away from his parents he ran
And soon he met the girl of his dreams
She was more than what she seems
And their love filled to the rim

Soon they were married
In a church with a priest so candid
And moved to a beautiful bungalow
Where they took their love so slow
And their love reached high and low

Soon they had children, a set of twins
And taught them not to sin
Time passes so quickly, a year passes by tenths
And their twins had spouses and children
So life soon takes its end

They were happy yet weakly
And the wife passed away so sickly
Soon his time was coming
And he heard the angels singing
That life always has its ending

Are You Hurting?

2005-03-12T13:38:00.000+08:00

I hear the distant cry of woes,
And the deepest sigh of anguish
Oh, one that carries solitude
that grips my heart, wringing its peace
I feel I want to cry - no, no,
I feel I want to fly – yes! yes! -
Towards the screaming whimper
Eventually became a moan,
a longing to cling, to stay…
‘Are you hurting, my beloved friend?’
My voice pealed, went over and over
Only a shadow of life afloat
Beloved seemed to ignore my voice
I feel I want to shout, let you hear
My deepest longing, my yearning for
I want to hold your hand without end
Let you know that I am here always
To wipe away the hurt, the tears…

Remembering...

2005-03-12T13:30:00.000+08:00

People come and go...

exchanging smiles and later strives,

sharing experiences and probing lives,

comparing and nurturing,

loving and abhorring.

People differ ... what the heck!

Contrasting in beliefs,

displaying strange dispositions,

disputing over petty matters,

but all alike as created.

People come and go...

to be cherished, it depends...

to be hated, one never knows...

to be admired/loved, if it’s apt...

to be categorically REMEMBERED.

You will go and that would grieve my heart,

Taking off to your dreams and hopes,

Stepping towards success

But please, I am here...

REMEMBERING...

do not FORGET.

Code of Silence

2005-03-12T13:24:00.000+08:00

a delight it made
torns a flower
a fear it created
within itself
where to cling...?
ask me not
the labyrinth of love
i can't explain

the reserve was gone
what is left behind?
to hope for a sullen thought
that one
never changes his mind?
or to believe otherwise
that favors reform?

but the flower
is feeble beset with fears
where to resort...?
ask me not!
but on second thought
ask me
i know a little of love...

Epistle 1

2005-03-12T13:20:00.000+08:00

Weep, my heart
for the bitterness of the bitter as gall
for the firmness of judgment as verdict
for the worthlessness of vain as hatred
for the painfulness of pain as heartache
Weep, my soul, for all these
Because you can not weep for all these
When your heart is into great delight
Thus, take the chance
that will never take part again
Weep, weep, today
Tomorrow, laugh
And the universe laughs with you.

MR. DANILO G. ARANZANSO

2005-03-12T13:08:00.000+08:00

( a poem tha was made way back in college)

he
looked
at my entire
deep penetrating eyes
glancing with vantage
caustic eyes
I fear

them
yes
I

do...

he
caressed
the whole of me
never knowing he'll do
never expecting he will
but now i know
now, I don't

know
what
to
do...

he
touched
me, I shivered
that was the first I fel
tthat was the first thrill
it drowned me
till i can't
stop
him
no

more...

he
lied
to me, I cried
one day, bursted out
never thought he'll do
the worst
I felt
is to
cry,
I

did...

he
made
me believe all
made me happy, what??
made me disappointed
at times, he does
but not mostof the
time
he
is...

he
cried
in front of me
he doesn't want it be known
he doesn't like crying, I think
was it a sign

of what?
love?
oh...
I
know.

he
got angry
and I know why
he doesn't like me to smoke
but he does smoke, he does
and keeps on
till I also
hated

what
he
did...

he
got jealous
with whom? I've had many
crushes, few admirers
he hates the tags
that was an act
of knowing
if he cares
but
I
know...

he
got a name
MR. DANILO G. ARANZANSO
a neophyte in the name
of love they say
how's that?
please
explain...

Sweet Baby Kay

2005-03-11T22:50:00.000+08:00

You are the fruit of our love
Sweet baby Kay,
A blessing along life's skein,
A smile in the midst of melancholy,
A hope between uncertainties.

You are a jewel, sweet Kay,
A priceless and unequaled jewel,
You are the joy and the laughter
Overflowing our hearts,
You are everything,
and we love you so much.

Heart's Struggle

2005-03-11T22:20:00.000+08:00

Restless, my heart is...
The solace you offered
Straight it may seem, was hurting.
Bewildered, my mind is
Conquered by emotion
Struggling to last.

A love bestowed
Became a love denied,
A love pursued
Into a love surrendered.
You must remember, my heart,
Do not bleed for anything...

Specially to insensibilities
Instead, with your mind
Go on loving and giving
Never expecting the returns
But deliberately forgiving
Feeling sunk, my soul is...