A kiss on your forehead

A kiss on your forehead

From the womb I was delivered
To see the wondrous color
And greatness of this world

I was given breath
I was given life
I was given love

I was nurtured and nourished
I was cultivated and polished
To become who I am now
To become what I am now

Your hands that hurts me when I did wrong
Is also the same loving hands
That comforts me when I need compassion

The love that you both
Engraved upon my heart
Would always be my beacon
To guide me even with my remaining time
Through my remaining life

To you... I bestow a kiss on the forehead
With words to whisper upon your ears
"I love you Nanay and Tatay".

D'sDrippingmind
30th of April 2009

I start dying inside... again

I learned to live only because
Of your kisses bestowed upon me
Before every slumber
And every awakening

With you beside me
I learned to trust
I learned to care
I learned to hope
I learned to dream

With you in my life
I was nurtured to bloom
To bear fruits
From within the very core
Of my arid soul

With you holding me
Close to your heart
I gained strength
I gained courage
I gained wisdom

The very moment you walked
Into my world
I was born anew
I rose from the open grave
Of the dying souls

But now...

Thinking of the time
When you no longer
Be by my side...
Slowly...
... I start dying inside
...Again

D'sDrippingmind
26th of April 2009

Yours

Yours

From my cocoon
I come out
To see the beauty
Of this so called world

From my deep slumber
I wake up
To welcome a brand new day
Settling upon it's horizon

After the darkness
Of the blanketing storm
Is the gracious hues
Of an arched rainbow

But why does these eyes
Could not see
The wondrous beauty
Set possibly for me?

Maybe because
My eyes could only see
The colors emanating
From only one heart...

-Yours



Ds'Drippingmind
26th of April 2009

Pain

How deep could pain
Penetrate a vulnerable heart
Welcoming every wound...

Yet... holding tight on to it
Swallowing every tiny drops of pain
Dripping upon the soul,
Every minute,
Every hour of life

What then is the reason
For this bitter remorse?
Nothing...

Except for the truth
That the very thing
That was dearly loved
Is the one killing... very slowly
Very painfully

D'sDrippingmind
26th of April 2009

One night I dreamed

One night I dreamed
That I was walking in a barren red poppy field
Yet deep in my vision I was walking
In a blood filled river

As I tread the long and narrowing path
I noticed thorns were popping out
And started pricking my bare sole

I slowly felt the pain rushing through
Every part of my muscles
Through the very core of my veins

I wanted to get free
From the pain that was slowly
Gnawing, eating my whole being

I tried to jump and flap my arms
And to my surprise
I was able to fly

I was like a bird who was able to fly
For the very first time
I was free at last

I fly just right above the poppy field
And let the gentle wind
Glide me free up above the trees

While I was up above the clouds
I looked back to where I was before
And saw people in pain and grieving

I decided to reach for the heavens
To ask for pity and ease their soul
But heaven did not open it's door

I shed tears...
Slowly my tears turned into bitter
Drops of blood running down my cheeks

I noticed my skin started cracking
My muscles and bones breaking
I cannot feel anymore, I was numb

I became a handful of tiny grains of sand
Being spread away by the gentle winds
To cover the vast land of tears, of pain

I woke up with a throbbing heart
I woke up in pain, I woke up feeling useless
I woke up all alone... once again...



D'sDrippingmind
23rd of April 2009

I sleep well here

My Galleon Sailed

Sugar for the Salty sea

The Lord Answers prayers

As I was reading a blog from a multiply friend, named Rene Caparas, I can't help appreciating every word that was written. I don't know why
but his words move me. it's as if it's touching my soul.

And with his write, I was inspired to write this poem.

The Lord Answers Prayers

By Rene Caparas

I pray to the Lord to show his face unto me by using the clouds as his
paint in a big canvass above. I wish Him to give me cumulus clouds I
could photograph and turned into a poster. For few days and few weeks
it did not come. I wait. And I wait.
This morning at 6:00 a.m. I saw not just one set of perfect cumulus
clouds but hundreds and hundreds. I requested him to show me sun's
rays passing along a wall of clouds. He did. This morning he showed
me one. Sadly, I left my camera at home. He has a great sense of
humor. He gives me what
I want but He did not allow me to photograph it. He is a shy Lord. He
covers His face with clouds. When I thought that he was the sun behind
the rain-dark-clouds I insist to see and photograph Him. I was blinded by his brightness. So this is it to see Him---like a
sun that is so bright it blinded me. I find it difficult to navigate
inside my room to locate my camera and get a picture of that scene.

The Lord Answers Prayers

(Inspired by Rene Caparas’ Blog entry)

So many cobwebs of doubts

Was lurking in my mind

So many questions

Waiting for answers.

God’s answering methods

Are rare and deep

But this I know,

He will answer prayers

In his own way…

In his own time.

So I pray and will wait

For my question’s answers

Even it would mean

A lifetime of waiting

All I know is he will answer

The least I expect it.

I trust him with all my faith

For he is the wisest

To grant my quest

And answer my prayers

Far more blest.

D'sDrippingmind

15th of April 2009

It's Time

It’s time

It is time for you my child

To walk and face the thorny path ahead

But listen to me before you go…

The time for dreaming has long started

Now it’s time for you

To make your dreams come true

Make your dreams turn into reality.

But never let your spirit be dampened

By clouds of trials that may come your way.

You have started to walk forward

And the faith in yourself

Were the stepping stones

To climb and reach the peak.

But this I tell you my child

Be sure not to step on anyone

As you take your every step.

Be firm and trust yourself

When no one else trust you

Look upon their eyes

With all the faith in yourself

And be not shaken even

If those eyes looking at you

Were of kings and knights.

Let not be a victim of lies

Remain steadfast with what

You believe is right

But be wise and have the wisdom

To weigh and see the difference

Of truth from lies.

Keep your head high as you walk along

With the mighty and powerful

But keep your feet touching the earth

And let not success drown you

To make you forget the people you know

To make you forget your way back home.

With this my child I give you my blessing

To go forth and curve your own future

And find your place under the sun

For I am sure you are grown enough

Strong enough and ready

To win over life’s battle.

D’sDrippingmind

7^th of April 2009

When upon me lies my open grave

When upon me lies my open grave

Shall I die defeated by my foes

Or shall I stand triumphant over my woes

Shall I defy the monstrous fear

Settled upon me in a frightful queer

Shall my foregone times still be remembered

Or will I fade just like a dying ember

Shall my memories become infamous

Or would my legacy be delivered with praises

This cowardice creeping within

Slowly gnawing the deepest skin

Abandoned by my courage

To win this final battle

When I am to be delivered to my rest

Could I stand the mourning of my dolorous guest

This grave, soon, I have to come

But... Am I ready when I'm done

Fear of death, to me is unknown

But fear of passing knowing I shall be forgotten soon.

D'sDrippingmind

15th of April 2009

Beautiful Lady

Beautiful lady,
Your every step radiates
Glorious grace
Of a heavenly goddess

Beautiful lady,
Your wondrous passion
Glow as you shed those
Mesmerizing smiles

Beautiful lady,
You are a joy to see
A treasure to keep
A dream to long for

Beautiful lady,
Now that you grown old
The grace faded
The face wrinkled

Let now the beauty in you
Shine more brilliantly
Than the beauty that faded
Grown old by time

Let the spark,
Of a wondrous treasure
Speak of the inner beauty
That lies within you.


D'sDrippingmind
14th of April 2009

Ala-ala

Ala-ala

Sa pag-usbong ng bawat talulot ng panahon
Di na alintana ang mga tuyot na dahon
Na isa-isang nalalagas mula sa tangkay ng orasan.

Kung sa tangkay ng panahon ay may usbong na sumisibol
Kailangang ang tuyot na dahon ay mapigtas at mawala
Upang ang bagong supling ay tumubong malaya.

Di ba ang pagkatuyo at pagkalagas ng daho’y
Pagbibigay pag-asa upang ang buhay ay magpatuloy
Ngunit sukdulan bang ang lahat ay limuting tuloy?

Ang magagandang umagang sumisilang
Na sa durungawa’y walang pagod na sumisilay
Nagbubukal ng sigla, sa pag-asa’y bumubuhay.

Ngunit sa pagsapit nito sa kaniyang kanlungan
Maging sa mainit na dampi ng sinag sa kaluluwa
Walang ni isang diwa ang sa dulot nya’y makaalala.

Bawat pintig ng panahon
Ay tila baga buntong hininga
Na kusang lumilipas kapagdaka.

Maraming paa ang tumindig upang lumaban
Lumangoy pataliwas sa agos hanggang kamatayan
Ngunit bakit tila lahat ay nabaon lamang sa limot’ na ala-ala.

Di na ba mahalaga ang matutong lumingon sa nakaraan
Wala na bang saysay ang bawa’t piraso ng ala-ala
Kapag ito’y lumipas na, nawawala na rin ba ang halaga?

Sana ay hindi, pagka’t nakaara’y puspos ng yaman
Tigib ng pagmamahal, ng inialay na pagpapakasakit
Na dapat na ipagpasalamat, dapat na pinagyayaman.

D’sdrippingmind
8th of April 2009