그리움

누군가를 그리워한다는 것은

그 사람을 내 마음속에 담아두는 일이다.

그리움 때문에 가슴이 저린 것은

그 사람이 지금 내 곁에 없기 때문이다.

언제나 나무 뒤에 숨어서 그 사람을 지켜보는 내 모습에 만족한다.

그리움을 가슴에 묻을 수 있음에 만족한다.

그리움 때문에 가슴이 저린 것을 사랑한다.

To Be With You

  Hold on little girl
  show me what he's done to you
  Stand up little girl
  A broken heart can't be that bad
  when it's through, it's through
  Fate will twist the both of you
  So come on baby come on over
  Let me be the one to show you
  
  I'm the one who wants to be with you
  Deep inside I hope you feel it too
  Waited on a line of greens and blues
  Just to be the next to be with you
  Build up your confidence
  So you can be on top for once
  Wake up who cares about
  Little boys that talk too much
  I seen it all go down
  Your game of love was all rained out
  So come on baby, come on over
  Let me be the one to hold you
 
  Why be alone when we can be together baby
  You can make my life worthwhile
  and I can make you start to smile.

Occupied

I sit alone and stare into space...yet I am occupied.
I walk alone and get bumped but I don't seem to feel the hit...for I am occupied.
I eat alone and at times with a friend but still feel alone...yet I am occupied.
I close my eyes and lie down alone...yet I am occupied.
Even in the dream I am occupied.
Even in someone's arms...I am still occupied.

Brighter Than Sunshine - lyrics

I never understood before 

I never knew what love was for 

My heart was broke, my head was sore 

What a feeling 

Tied up in ancient history 

I didnt believe in destiny 

I look up you're standing next to me 

What a feeling 

What a feeling in my soul 

Love burns brighter than sunshine 

Brighter than sunshine 

Let the rain fall, i don't care 

I'm yours and suddenly you're mine 

Suddenly you're mine 

And it's brighter than sunshine 

I never saw it happening 

I'd given up and given in 

I just couldn't take the hurt again 

What a feeling 

I didn't have the strength to fight 

Suddenly you seemed so right 

Me and you 

What a feeling 

What a feeling in my soul 

Love burns brighter than sunshine 

It's brighter than sunshine 

Let the rain fall, I don't care 

I'm yours and suddenly you're mine 

Suddenly you're mine 

It's brighter than the sun 

It's brighter than the sun 

It's brighter than the sun, sun, shine. 

Love will remain a mystery 

But give me your hand and you will see 

Your heart is keeping time with me 

What a feeling in my soul 

Love burns brighter than sunshine 

It's brighter than sunshine 

Let the rain fall, I don't care 

I'm yours and suddenly you're mine 

Suddenly you're mine 

I got a feeling in my soul ...

I am not

 

I'm sorry 

I'm not letting go

I'm not giving up

I'm not turning my back away

I'm not accepting defeat

Even though you told me to.

I'm sticking around 

I'm holding tight

I'm fighting

Even though you told me not to.

You have done it before

I'm doing it now.

For no one can say it is impossible until he tries.

You tried and you made it.

You got me.

Now that you have me, 

Now that we have us,

Nothing is impossible

For God is with us.

Silent Cries

Each night when all the world is sleeping..

she stays awake and waits for daybreak.

she stares at the ceiling as teardrops fall down her cheeks.

she cries in silence. her screams are voiceless.

she is breathless.

she shivers like in winter 

yet she burns like the scorching heat of summer.

chilly wind brushes her body 

as she calls for somebody

but she knows there is nobody

his name she utters

as sweet memories slowly turn bitter

she gets weaker and weaker 

and the days go slower and slower

she asks why

she asks when 

she asks how

but the answers are nowhere to be found now

Each night as the clock strikes midnight

she cries

she kneels

she prays

she hopes

She hopes someday as the clock strikes midnight

warmth will engulf her

peace will dwell in her

love will grow in her

For as the clock strikes midnight he is holding her tight.

What's that now?

Today I made a 45 year-old man eat his words.

topic: MONEY

me: What do you think about money?

old man: Oh..money is very important. We need money to live.

me: Do you think money is powerful?

old man: Yes, very powerful. If I have money I can do everything. I can buy anything I want. 

me: What qualities must a man have to get a lot of money?

old man: Intelligence. Especially ordinary people in the society. People who don't have business ability. They must do well in school in order to be rich. 

me: Yes I agree. We must be wise too in spending our money. 

old man: How about you, are you wise?

me: No. I'm not a wise spender. 

old man: hahahaha! 

me: If money is powerful, then can money buy love?

old man: Yes. It makes people love you easily.

me: Yes, partly I agree.

old man: In my country, men have to work hard because women's first requirement is money. So now that I have lots of money I can spend and I can get the woman I want.

me: Oh really? Then is it love? You think she is with you because of love not money?

old man: Yes it is love. If someone has money they can get love. Money makes them love someone.

me: Ok then..If so is there something that money cannot buy?

old man: Ummm..well, if I don't like someone even if he or she has a lot of money, if I dislike them, I dislike them. Their money cannot make me like them.

me: huh??? (dizzy...) now you're confusing me. So you mean, that even if the person has a lot of money you can't be with them if you don't love them. Then money can't buy your love, does it?

old man: Yes, can't buy it.

me: ..............................duh.....boink!

Walk a Mile in Her Shoes

She owns hundreds and thousands pairs of shoes.

They come in any shapes and colors.

People adore her.
Women covet and expect what sort of shoes she wears each day.

When she puts them on, she exudes:

beauty, attitude, class, power, intelligence, stability, 
contentment, happiness and love.

But these are all in the eye of her beholder.

Praises and awes linger as she pass with silence and grace.

she may stroll with style and elegance,

she may stride with strength and authority,

she may strut with class and attitude

she may run with glee..

But try walking a mile in her shoes and you will see

that every single step she takes, a part of her bleeds, a part of her aches.

For her shoes are not all made of feathers and soft cotton.

Her shoes are not all made for walking.
They may glitter with gold and silver but the feet feel and the eyes do not.

For some shoes have thorns, some have pebbles, 
some are too high and some are too hard and heavy that hurt with each step she takes.
At times the prettier they appear, the more painful they are.


So try walking a mile in her shoes and you will see.

7 Forever Days

Has anybody ever felt forever?
Has anybody ever felt how long it is?
I have in 7 days - the longest week in my lifetime.
Longest and emptiest.

If forever was indeed like this...
Would I ever dare to spend one?

It's My Call

"My will shall shape the future. Whether I fail or succeed shall be no man's doing but my own. I am the force; I can clear any obstacle before me or I can be lost in the maze. My choice; my responsibility; win or lose, only I hold the key to my destiny." - Elaine Maxwell

We are in control of our lives. We make the decisions. We have make choices. 
Without trying we will get nowhere but when we do try we will move mountains. 
We just have to believe.

The Battlefield Called LOVE

Life is full of battles. 
We struggle to survive this unpredictable and treacherous world.
We fight everywhere to live. 
How else would the famous line "survival of the fittest" originate?
Since the beginning of mankind battles have been formed. 
Civilization fought its way through the dark ages of history.
We are where we are now because of the battles we have won and lost.

We endlessly struggle in our society, in our family, in our workplace, in our relationships. 
There is struggling even within ourselves.

Among those battles in life, I for one found the bloodiest and deadliest of all - The battlefield called love.
Any man with a beating heart is a warrior. We are all subject to fight. 
Once we love, we fight. No exception. 
All sorts of enemies are against us - family, friends, colleagues, strangers, career, beliefs, religion, distance and time. 
None of us come out without a scratch.

In this battle, we need allies but some of us unfortunately fight alone.
Those who fight with a partner most likely win. Sure win. 
For they have the strength, the courage, the faith. 
They back each other up. When one loses the will to fight, the other fights in behalf. 
But not all allies stay thus we, knowingly or unknowingly, may end up solo in the field.
When this happens we bleed out. Our hearts stop and we become vulnerable. 
We drop our swords for we see our defeat.

However, once we win, we hold the glory of true love forever. 
That is worth fighting for.

When we lose we either pick up the sword and fight again or wave the white flag.

Some have already fought. Some are currently fighting. 
Some are still waiting for their turn. And some are avoiding.

I have fought many times. 
I am a believer of number. The more the better. The more the merrier. 2 heads are better than 1.
I never fought alone or so I believed. 
So did I emerge a winner? I say no. 
I would have if I hadn't been left behind.
I put up a good fight although I fought alone.
Yet no matter how hard I struggled I was never strong enough to win. 
Glory was within my reach. Yet I failed to even go near it.

Therefore I was a loser. I am one of those who bleed and cry.
I am also one of those who pick up the sword and fight one more time.
The next time I fight I will win for my ally never runs away. HE STAYS.

Time - Does It Really Heal?

Time.
People believed that time heals all wounds.
Many would testify that indeed it does heal.
Some would say that as time passes by the pain fades away.
Hurt people move on. They get new hobbies, new friends, new relationships, new life.
They claim they are healed.That the wound has turned into a scar. No longer bleeding, no longer aching.

Does time really heal? Does it really?

I have gone through a lot of pit holes, traps, battlefields and I have never gotten out unwounded. 

There would always be scratches, stabs or even burns. And I would be in pain for days, months and even years. 

I would find remedies. Just as I have always heard from experts, wait it out. Time heals. 

Then as the clock continues to turn, like normal people, I recovered. 

It's seems to me that indeed the infamous saying is true. But then again, am I really healed?

We live. We thrive. We enter new battlefields everyday. We make allies, we make enemies. 
As vulnerable human beings, we get cut, shot or worst killed. We cry. We bleed. We feel the agonizing pangs of pain. 

And we remember. All the heartaches and broken dreams in the past, they all come back to us as we cry out loud. 

Pain has the ability to push us back to the past. This is when we question our healing. 

Are we healed? Does time really heal? 

I say it does because we like to believe that it does.
Life is full of limitations. Even time has it's own limitation.
We may feel as if we are healed because time makes forget the pain.
It gives us ample time to bleed the poison out and prevent further intoxication.
It gives us enough time to find a replacement to the injured part.
It gives us the time we need to find something to patch the wound up with.
It makes us see that the wound is turning into scar since we are taught that scar equals healing.
However, there are internal wounds as well.
Then we get fixed through the inside. And once again we wait. Time for time to do it's job.
Some time later we stand up and claim we are healed.
Yet again I ask, are we?

There is a kind of wound that cuts through the superficial layers visible to the eye, through the heart, through the mind. 

It is too deep that it reaches the soul. This wound does not induce bleeding nor aching. It is barely felt. 

Therefore, it is unrecognized. Even time is unaware of it.
Time cannot phatom the depth of it. 

Only the Great Divine, the Divine Healer can.

When we get hurt, time heals the wound. The wound we acknowledged. The wound that we see and feel. 

Time gives us the satisfaction we want. So we say we are healed. 
But are we, really?