One Life We Lead

The biggest risk a heart can take,
A second chance, it’s there to make.
Turned into three, there can’t be four,
Gone from your life, if it turns more.

I can’t rule your life for you,
The choice is yours, with what to do.
Though if it comes, please spare me this,
Your love for me cannot exist.

Inside I have, but nothing left,
In times of love, it feels like death.
It’s taken more than I first knew,
I had to give, my strength it’s through.

I’m only human, man and boy,
Don’t treat me like I’m just a toy.
I hope from now, you’ll think of me,
Through distance, love, brutality.

One life we lead, to walk this land,
At times it’s hard, at times it’s grand.
Mistakes we’ll make, through them we grow,
It’s far too hard to see you go.

If you do care, then I believe,
We’ll make it through, this time to grieve.
And out the other side we’ll go,
Through, thick, through thin, through rain through snow.

The future comes, the past, forgot,
Dishonesty, it starts to rot.
No lies be told, we start as new,
From you to me, from me to you.

One year, it’s down, though not through ease,
Two more, we can, we must, I plead.
Please keep these thoughts so you can see,
How much in life, you mean to me.

My Baby.
I love you.
I forgive you.
But don’t take advantage of that.

Despite

I forgive you
Despite the pain and anger I've had in my life
I wish you were near
Despite the tears that fell from my eyes
I will always love you
You are my mom and nothing can change that and
Despite the fact that you were never there
I still want you to be!!!!!!

Shhhhssss... It's a Secret

Shhhssss…. Be quiet!

Keep still, someone might hear.
Keep it low, so nobody could find out
even if they’re near.
Be on guard. Look around
if the coast is clear.
Move quietly
and let’s get out from here.

Shhhhsss…. Be quiet!


This must not come out.
Keep your voice down
and please don’t shout.
Whisper quietly into my ear.
And make sure that someone isn’t near.
Hurry up so that we won’t get busted,
If in that case we will end up damn wasted.

Shhhhssss… Be quiet!

Even there is a little stench,
never say a word or give an inch.
Hide it carefully so that nobody could see,
and just think in your conscience you are crime- free.
Even if he finds out,
never ever attempt to come out.

Shhhhsss… Be quiet!

He doesn’t know what we did.
Telling him the truth is what I most forbid.
Just keep it secret and low,
and never say anything that will give him a clue.
Just remember everything I have said,
If you won’t, you’ll be dead.

Oh my! He found out what we did!
Now it’s only up to you,
and you’re on your own.
I did the best on my part,
but you weren’t good in hiding from the start.
Watch me as I flee and leave you in your peril,
that’s what you get for trusting the devil…

Shhhsss…Be quiet!...

Shalom Lechem, Rabboni!

Along came with armed soldiers of the High Priest, Judas approached the Lord and said: “Rabboni”. As these words were said, his lips touched the Lord’s cheek. The soldiers grabbed the Lord as if like an animal to be slaughtered. The Lord endured the punches and blows given by the merciless soldiers of Caiaphas. The Lord remained calm and meek as a lamb waiting for its death as a sacrificial offering for the atonement of man’s sins.

Thirty pieces of silver, a good price for the Messiah’s head. Judas sold his Lord for just thirty pieces of silver, a lesser element than gold. He grasp so hard on the purse that contains his vanity. He won’t let go of the cheap price for the Son of God. He was succumbed by greed, envy and vain. Poor Judas, his kiss delivered the Lord into the hands of suffering, agony and death. He betrayed the Lord. But the Lord drank the cup of death and embraced His dreadful fate. While the traitor Judas was just there on the side, counting the silver coins if they are in exact quantity.

The Lord was condemned to die on the most humiliating death, was beaten with clubs, lashed with “fulcrums” and crowed with two- inch thorns. The Lord was stripped off from His garments, lifted the burdensome cross to “Golgotha” and nailed on it with an insignia that criticizes Him written in Hebrew, Greek, and Latin. On the other hand, the traitor Judas realized his flaws. His conscience began to devour him. He can’t endure living in disgrace and humiliation because he sold the Lord for mere silver coins. He began to beg for forgiveness. But it’s too late for an apology. The Lord has already been held in the arms of Hades. Alas, Judas was left desperate with nothing to do. He rushed to the field he bought called “Akeldama” or the Field of Blood, remorse from his sins, hanged himself until he bursts open and all his insides spilled out, a tragic fate for the one who sold the Lord and betrayed the Son of God.

But in some way Judas is to be honored. There were men and women who betrayed their kindred, their love or their God, but offered no remorse, no apologies, nor regrets and, held their sins with pride. Woe to them! Judas is far better than them because he learned how to regret even if it was too late. Let this be the bottom-line, traitors will suffer the same fate as of Judas, from the tribe of Iscarii, in the land of Hebron Valley unless they know how to regret or better to avoid being another Judas the Iscariot.

No Revenge, No Victory

Even if I won the fight, I can't resist thinking that I once been wounded. I always seek for revenge because nothing comes out  of mere victory unless a blood has been shed. Your opponent may be at ease even though he accepted his loss and applauded you as a victor. I won't accept that even in your victory, the loser just stands along the road as you walk. The loser needs to be on his knees, regretting the the act he once did. The loser must be in agony. I want to hear the sweet scream of his remorse. I want to see his pain and being sorry to what he did.

Each time the story is being recalled, a bullet is always loaded, the blade is always sharpened and tucked in to its sheath, and plots were made. No victory ends without a sweet revenge to your opponent. I will not accept victory alone unless I made my revenge, for it will make me a lesser man if I won't... You took one, I'll take a dozen... You should know who you are messing with... Expect the unexpected... Expect the me as an incubus of your nights... Good luck that I will not find you....

It's Hard to Fix a Wounded Heart...

This is the story of a girl who had a bad temper. To teach her a good lesson, her boyfriend asked that every time she lost her patience and insulted him, she should hammer a nail on her door.

On the first day, the girl hammered 37 nails. As weeks passed and as she managed to control her temper, the nails became fewer. After almost a year of struggle, the girl finally managed to control herself. She was happy and she told her boyfriend about her achievements. The boyfriend, however, suggested that she should take out the nails from the door. After some days, the girl had removed all the nails.


Her boyfriend took her to see the door and said: “You have worked hard, my love, but look at all the holes that are there on the door. The door will never be like it was before you started to put nails on it. Each time you lost your patience and offended me by words, you leave behind scars that are difficult to remove. You can insult me and afterwards say ‘I am sorry’, but the scars will always remain.”

I miss you (True Confessions from a Wounded Heart)

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I miss you even if I have you in my arms. I miss you even if in my every day I see you. I miss you even if you are already mine. I miss your smiles even if you smiled to me each time we’re together. I miss your hugs even if you hug me so tight. I miss your kisses even if you kiss me as if there’s no more tomorrow. There are times that I want to scream or to bawl what is in my heart. There are moments that I want to say curses but I can’t. There are times that I want to leave and let go because I can’t endure anymore but there’s something that keeps holding me. There are things in you that I miss so much…

I miss your morning text messages that says I love you or goodnights that end with the eternal love. I miss your hugs every time we are together or your kisses before I head home. I miss your stubbornness and defiance which I know that you longed for my attention. I miss your mood swings and your annoyances. I miss your “princess-act” whenever we are together. I miss your questions about what’s going on. I miss your curiosity on what is in my phone or in my bag. I miss holding your hand that seems you would never let go. I miss going out with you in certain places you haven’t been. I miss to see the excitement in your eyes to something new. I miss sitting beside you on your bed and listening to your voice as you whisper that I’m the only one you love.

Alas, all these are just nostalgias of the past and to what had been. All were real then to me. All were true and without doubt. Alas, now I don’t know if they are still true, real and sincere. That’s the very thing I miss. I miss believing that what is happening now is true…


Forgive me if I am in doubt for my wounds still bleed and are fresh. The lance of infidelity has made its deepest scar. The blows of insecurity put me in a comma until now. The hard hits and slaps of insults still leave their bloody mark. All I’m longing to hear is a sincere act of contrition. All I’m longing to see is true remorse and amendment from your flaws. Yes! I gave you my forgiveness. But forgiveness is a grace. It only applies to someone sincerely asking for it. I miss when you say sorry and with sincerity in your eyes… Have faith that I will never let you go. I will never change you in my heart. I will love you forever and throughout eternity… I fought a good fight. I finished the race. I have kept the faith… I’m still missing the real you…