a Cup of Coffee for Your Bitterness

 

Your tears glisten and laced with pain...
Growing weakness.
The crescent moon hangs in the past...
Paled with sickness.
Cold nights, too long, turned frost,
So hard to bear.
Love on that tower, alone and blue,
Frozen in despair.

The rain drums lightly on that crimson pane
Like a destiny written on a paper lined with pain
Distant dreams rise like incense in vain
Fluttering in the wind of change
Like a sweet dream turning savage
And melting into the night... like your image.


Chrysanthemums fall weeping to the ground without a soul,
Like traces of your smile on a yellowing scroll,
A heart so heavy even though it is so empty.
I found my heart in the dark streets of this cruel city.

My thoughts quietly rest as the north wind blows,
Your shadow so clear and close... like the dawn.
The only companion of my soul on that lake
Is a couple's reflection, but the other one is just a silhouette.

Breezes of the evening air.
Beauty entwined.
Scattered everywhere.

A fate so hard to swallow.
If only sadness do not cross rivers.
But like an autumn heart it will sink and shiver,
Drowning in longing...
You will not reach the other shore.

Hills and rivers echo the clamor of hooves,
My armor is shredded by the dividing hour of the bright sky, slowly turning dark.
Your sigh - soft as silk, weave a night of sorrow.
So fragile, so swift, like a spark.

Chrysanthemums sigh in the cool night air,
Traces of your smile on yellowing despair.
My heart is now empty.
My thoughts quietly rest.
The only companion of my soul on that lake is the shadow of the two of us.

The breathless whisper of a single verse,
As loneliness blossoms within my heart,
The shimmer of a single dream,
The memory of tenderness.
But the sting of love reignites my wounds,
In that moment when a single tear falls,
All hatred becomes a distant blur.
I can love you with all the I am,
But even this cannot return you to me.
From now on, I will live as a shadow,
Forever in the past.
Forever in the past.

For love is elusive if you search for it.
Fleeting if you capture it.

serious joke

OK... so how do I say this...
The name of our previous band was "end of summer" though it was not an official band, it was like a joke band but we talk about it in Facebook and the like... and all of a sudden they've changed their name in the alter of our band's name... how's that for an April fool's day?

Good Friday

"And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this" - Alanis Morissette




(Years ago I wrote a post about Judas Iscariot, about how hard it is to be the chosen one to betray the holy one of God, but he has to do it for the word of God must come to pass and he was stuck in that dilemma. And that if ever Judas will get to heaven, I won't be surprise... because who are we to judge his heart and his actions. No one wrote this book of life saying that Judas is condemned to hell. So anyway, this post is not about Judas but the man who washed his hands clean.)


When we talk about Pontius Pilate the governor who led Jesus to crucifixion, people would have that crinkled nose and eyes for - well, they love Jesus so much that they would blame anyone that could cause the hurt of Jesus.

Well, points and points of views I respect their opinion, I mean that point that Pilate could have done something to prevent the crucifixion because he has the power to do so, like he could have fought for our saviour, he should have had the guts to stand for what he believes and for what is the truth - that That was a righteous man - the Son of the living God.
Yes, he could have done a lot of things, by the power vested on him, yes.
And what's with that famous cliche - "for evil to triumph it is sufficient for good men to do nothing"... the exact thing that happened way back then. Poor Pilate in the eyes of everybody. As he washed his hands clean of all the mess.

But aren't we all the same like him? When we are the only one who is against the tide aren't we like him, washing our hands clean just in case the pointing finger is about to blame. So who are we to judge the governor when we are all the same like him, having a conscience kept inside a coward heart. Power vested on us but with a tied hands.

And points and points of views again, it was all in the will of God. Pilate shared his own bitter part in the history of Christianity whether he liked it or not. And like Judas, they did not want to become the villains but God gave that bitter cup to them... who are they to refuse?

So I won't be surprise either if Pilate goes to heaven like Judas for they had their share of painful sacrifice, condemned names from history until now and I guess another thousand years. Their names will continue to be names of villains. But they did not say "no" to God when they were given that bitter part that would make the prophesy a history.

So next time we point our finger to blame, think again, we might washed our hands clean but our heart, still... filthy.


Blessed Good Friday.

Gethsemane

"And if all the world is perfect I would only ever wanna see your scars, you know they can have their universe, we'll be in the dirt designing stars." - S G



They were one of the best bands back when I was still in high school. And I could still remember back then when my everyday playlists were Composed of their songs.
...and until now, I still listen to their sounds.

Their song "So Beautiful " remains to be my favorite up to now. It makes me believe in love in spite of bitterness, - "like a faith without a clause to believe in it."

Crisostomo

Art is the process of extracting the beauty out of imperfections.
And it takes an artist's eyes to see that art even in the ugly.
For he knows that it is a masterpiece to capture an art... through a glass.

P.s. I took these photos using just an Android phone. 😊 And all for the love of architecture and photography. ♥️

2262016

What we call routine is full of new proposals and opportunities.

Each day is always different from each other.

Today, in some place or another, a treasure awaits you, it may be a fleeting smile or a great victory - it doesn't matter. Life is made up of large and small miracles.

That is why the present is the most important time in our lives...

Because it isn't what you did in the past that will affect the present. It is what you do in the present that will redeem the past and thereby change the future.

Letters and Bars

Destiny is... about building a bridge of chance for the one you love.

But sometimes bridges burn...

That is when God will make a way.

Made of Dusts

In your life you will always come across with those people who will judge you of what you've got, they will judge your worth with your income, your looks, your career, and whatever vanity this world has to offer. But a man's worth is defined NOT of what he has, but of WHAT HE IS MADE OF.

Think for example of gold and water. A lot of people will say that gold is far much precious than water because of it's rarity, because of it's glitter that shines, but I bet all of us could live without a piece of gold in our hands, but we will die surely without water.

Water is NOT fragile even though it is soft, even though it doesn't have a shape of it's own. It may not glitter like that of gold, it may not be rare like a piece of diamond, but what it does makes it the universal solvent.
Because it is NOT about what you've got BUT what you're made of that defines your worth.

So let those vain people judge you.
Be like the water that is soft but NOT fragile and could endure whatever shape life has to offer.

DO NOT SHOW THEM WHAT YOU'VE GOT... BUT SHOW THEM WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF.

And if you ask me what I'm made of... I say...
I am made of dusts but I am made By a perfect God... and that made all the difference.

that 90's bands