Fluff

Bright white fluff above
Flat gray sheet beneath
Floating, drifting
Along with the wind
Basking, shining
In the sunlight's glory
Mindless, careless
Thoughtless, loveless

A jar of clouds
Brought low
Vanishes---
Melds with air.
Such ideal life above
Cannot live here below.

If the sky is heaven
And the earth, hell
I'd rather burn
In the pain of love
Than shine in glory
In a loveless life above

Boxes

"Merry Christmas!"

This is what beggars say during this season to ask for money (mostly kids, but even adults do this). People, believing that the spirit of Christmas is in giving and forgiving, take money out of their pockets. These kids then call their comrades and nag (or pest, if I may say) to death these 'generous' men. After a short while - or a long one, depending on how dense/rich - men stop giving. This attitude of kids and adults kills the 'generosity' of good guys out there. Good men are indeed hard to find. This is a huge problem to the society.

Others say that Christmas is about spending quality time with the family and friends. A lot of people become sentimental and often wish that their missing, overseas or dead relatives can come home even just once to celebrate Christmas. There's nothing wrong about this, is there?

Yes there is. The root of the problems lie in a viral misunderstanding of Christmas. It is extremely evident that humanity is doing everything in its power to remove the Christ in Christmas: "X-mas", "Happy Holidays", "Santa Claus", "Spirit of Giving", and hundreds more which I do not have time to mention. Media commercials never mention Christ, perhaps in fear of being branded as biased towards a religion. This gives birth to the current condition of the Christmas season: a time for spending time with the family or a time of giving and receiving, the latter of which is being abused by many. I'm not saying that it is wrong to do either: what I'm saying is that doing all these is worthless without the right reason in which it is done. It is a form without substance, a gift box without a gift. Disappointingly fascinating, people choose this box and throw away the gift that God has given.

To end this, I'd like to share a poem I (with the help of my Dad) made a few years back.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
A man in blue, smiling, handing
A coin or two to a poor lass
He’s happy, with eyes a caring.
For love is the heart of giving
Giving is the art of living

Merry Christmas, merry Christmas.
A boy, caroling, cajoling
From house to house, from bus to bus
And begging with a can of tin
Hopeless, desperate, mirroring
A grim society we’re in

But Christmas is not us giving
It is receiving life endless
It is not candy, nor money
But is God’s gracious gift Jesus
A gift to change each one’s heart
A heart to change society
     For us to say, “Merry Christmas!”

Someone

Won't someone stay with me?
Someone who waits and cares
Someone who listens
Someone who understands

Syncopated
Either ahead or belated
Never was I
In the rhythm of this world

Won't someone stay for me?
Someone who can keep up
Someone who can wait
Someone who is willing
For willingness is worth more than ability

They look at me with contempt
With their burnt eyebrows
And swollen eye bags
They avoid my gaze

They say I'm good,
Too good, in fact.
With their mouths they praise
But behind their smiles,
I feel their hate

They who come
Always ask
Always wanting
Never waiting

Won't someone stay with me?
Won't someone stay for me?

No Regrets

Living a life without regrets
Being able to do what you want
Is that all there is to it?

Doing what you want
Never missing a chance
Never missing an opportunity
Living without regretting
Being happy
Is that all there is to it?

Achieving your dreams
Of getting rich
Of a grand mansion
Of a beautiful wife
Of a happy family
Of an easy job
Of good health
Of true friends
Being happy
Is that all there is to it?

Is that all there is to it?

Feelings

Feelings come and go
Like raindrop shadows
Flashed by lightning,
Like thunder roaring
Only for a second
then comes silence...
... ... ...

Holding on to it
Is like grasping the wind,
Trying to subdue it
Is like taming the storm clouds.
Trusting it
Is like sailing on a stormy night:
Never knowing where the wind is blowing,
Never sure where it's going,
Never certain, always doubting
If tomorrow the sun is shining

Feelings come
Feelings go

Thousand Twinkles

Twinkling light, shining bright
The size of a dot, giving sight
To but a speck in the sky

Come closer,
Behold and see
The beauty and majesty
Of a twinkle in a thousand
Blinding, scorching
The sheer size awestrucking

There are thousand twinkles
Like this light
Each different, each unique
But all the same
To the naked eye

Thousand twinkles not enough
To light the darkness of the night
Thousand twinkles not enough
To clear the sun of its light
Thousand twinkles not enough
To outshine a single streetlight
Thousand twinkles not enough
Thousands more still not enough

Twinkling light, shining bright
Not enough until we climb
Higher, closer
To the darkness of the night
Only then can we see fully
The majesty and beauty
Of a twinkle in a thousand

Biti-

Coke na walang
Bula. Ligong walang
Sabon. Tanghaliang
Walang kanin. Apoy
Na malamig. Kotseng
Walang gas. Joke
Na walang banat.
Bagoong na
walang alat.

Biti-