The Couch

Two blue-eyed felines
with fur as white as
the freshly steamed
siopao on a bamboo-made steamer
are frolicking non-stop
on the upholstered couch
leaving their scent
and asthma-inducing
fur balls

The couch gets ripped
with those sharp nails
each playful jump
cushioned by the soft
sheets and throw pillows

The larger cat tries to
catch his own stump
mesmerized by
the moving shadows
of my hand,
ducked to seize
the whole portion

They look so funny
I can’t help joining them
on the couch
unmindful of the
onset of another
attack…

REVELATION (2000/09/01 16:30:26)

In solitude often there is bliss
But when things have gone turbulent
A day with one’s self
Is torture in itself...

How much longer should I deny,
This feeling long overdue?
Is revelation a way to overcome,
The surging pain in this yearning heart?

Will unveiling be a wise choice,
When there is a fear of rejection?
When I dread you hating me,
Or perhaps fear the part of losing you?

Now that I did just that,
I wish everything turns out right
All I have with me is this ardent wish
That you’d understand my plight.

There you go, bestfriend,
Tell me when to stay or leave,
For now I’ll stay calm in my deep slumber
And await for the turbulence to wane....

A Sudden Vicissitude

No longer am I the distant soul
Who took life blow by blow,
Who spend so many sleepless nights
And single-handedly took flight.

Alone and barren I am not
Because life has been a blessing.
With human touch I was healed
And given another life to breathe.

You are a gift to me,
You saw me through my darkest days,
Soothed me from my miseries,
Kept me warm in your embrace.

You love me and I am glad,
Despite the flickers in our soul.
Loved me more and still,
Your love I can feel.

Your love has me growing,
With every tint and shade.
Above other humans I rise,
A free soul in a definite flight.

With each passing day I feel,
I love you more and more.
I can no longer remember the past,
Because you are here at last.

WINGS OF THE FATHER

There he is again,
And the mere thought gives me life.
He comes not late, this furry friend,
Who struggles amidst the strife.

He takes his sit at the cushioned nest,
Bends towards his young and says,
“See now dearies, these are all for you…
caught them and fought for them,
because of my love so true.”

So as I watch, I feel a tinge of jealousy.
As I watch, I can feel hot tears flow.
As I watch, I can’t help but show a questioning look.
As I watch I remember the pains of my life book.

Little did I know as I was watching father bird,
He was engraving wisdom to me as well.
His wings give a mighty flutter,
I can feel the strength it sends.

His offspring seem very at ease,
Along with mother bird in their nest.
For the wings of the father keep them safe and secured,
Father bird’s wings are their wings as well.

I remember not a thing about my father’s wings,
For it seemed at an early stage it just broke and failed.
I remember one thing though, this simple wish I had in mind…
To gain strength and be my father’s wings instead.

For I love him so much despite the pains he had inflicted,
I decided to learn how to fly.
So I could reach the skies and ask the Lord,
To make my dreams alive.

Thanks to father bird, my strong, furry friend.
I pray for you that you may not be tired,
That your young may not hate you once you fall,
I pray that all fathers’ wings be always strong.

WHEN

when in doubt I cast a look above
then search for the answers
and probe for the truth

when in pain I seek for love
then dab its healing power
and appease my moods

when lost I grasp for His hands
then take them into mine
and never let go

when I am blind, I see through His eyes
then behold the vast expanse
and admire them so!

when I am deaf, I hear through His ears
then listen to the sound
and feel with overflowing brim

and,
when I breathe, I heave a sigh of gratitude
then bow down to our Lord
and furnish love with my every dream

Tintin
(Megamall)
January 31, 2002

Standing before racks of
chic BAYO clothes
I think that red ¾ sleeved blouse
and the faded pair of jeans
suit me well
except the tags doesn’t
say so

I rummaged through the
on-sale pile
Then I saw this pretty
figure
sitting on the couch
scribbling on a
pad
Mesmerized,
I inched towards her
and
came face to face
with my alter ego
Much prettier,
taller,
truly a stand out
but the resemblance
never fails to
amaze me

I was surprised
When she recognized
me
I’ve sent her and fiancé J.B.
tons of emails,
and joined chat events
two years ago
yet, she remembers!

Everything would have
turned out right…
I have her signed message
on a sheet of paper
I managed to get
out of my euphoria
except that,
right after she and J.B. left,
it struck me
that my 10,000 bucks digicam
has been inside
my MFG bag
all along!

Darn!

*MFG – Marithe Francois Girbaud
Digicam – digital camera
BAYO – a retail outlet selling chic clothing and hip styles

O, Stars!

O, Stars! Where were you when I called out your name?
When I reached out to touch your hand,
When I cried for you to hold me warm,
When I strained my eyes and shook so hard?

You seem not to care for me,
When I was all alone and there was futility.
I was forsaken, now it is clear,
Just because I’ve been a malady.

O, Stars! Don’t you have any mercy left for me?
You, who have everything this world has known?
O, Stars! Cast a glance at this lost soul,
I need you even more!

The Retreat

There are tears…
And these are all for you
There are fears…
That this love would never be true.

How could we ever be wrong,
When everything has been alright?
Now, where do we belong,
Amidst the expanse of the night?

To say I don’t love you is a lie,
But I keep saying it anyhow.
The earnest feeling I have in mind,
Saying I love you right now.

The spark is slowly fading,
There is no room left to breathe.
Both of us seem to be choking,
Our only escape is to leave.

Temporarily or worse,
But this we have to do,
To search the depths of our hearts,
Rekindle our love’s most precious hues.

Words (09/05/2000 15:49:04)

The sun has set,
Its trails burning through the dusk
I freely move,
My feet prancing on the sand....

In solitude I can feel
This longing deep within
To catch the stars and touch the moon
And gather them all in my hands....

But then again, in isolation I cry
The loneliness is killing me,
Amidst the sorrow and the pain,
I can only heave a deep sigh....

I fear tomorrow’s onslaught
Because it has betrayed me more than once
No longer I am the unpetrified
All my courage has drifted with the tide....

Here I go again....
Weaving words of my life
Tracing back memories,
Hoping that each moment, each part,
Will usher me into a fresh start...

The Dawning of Life (11/21/99 7:06:09 PM)

Lyrics: Kristine Sendy C. del Rosario

Music & Arrangement: Mario Rezaba, Jr.

Graduation Song, De La Salle Lipa Tertiary School, * Batch 2000

It takes perceiving eyes to see the future
Faith and courage to be there
A thousand hurdles and tears
We had these all throughout the years

Through the glorious days and nights
Amidst the clamor of our toil
We carry the joy in our hearts
And never let go…

Refrain:
As we walk the final steps
We hold our names
Vowing to be brave as we face life
As young adults of our time
We go forth heads up high
‘Til we fin’lly make it…

Chorus:
Onwards to the dawning of life
Brave young adults of our time
Go forth and be steadfast
Today, we have the world to triumph!

Coda:
Now that we are almost through
We have to bid adieu
We ponder on things of the past
Keep forever the memories that last…
(Repeat Chorus)