Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Nightmare

                                          



                                      photo: Daniel Murtagh



a dreadful cold night
scarred body and spirit
ruthless souls ripped me

i can hear my mom
in the stillness, heaven cries
her shattered heart weeps

Monday, October 19, 2015

mystery



No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock


turmoil in my heart
enslaves my hand to depict
mystery in black






Monday, October 27, 2014

Thursday, October 23, 2014

"Teodora"...My Mother




She is the SUN that rises in the east
radiantly streaming her rays through the trees.

She is the JEWEL in our palace
whose price is far above rubies.

She is the gentle BREEZE
that touches my skin in the morning.

She is the budding FLOWER
bursting with the scent of spring.

She is the ROSE CANARY outside
that sings the sweetest song ever.

She is the cool refreshing WATER
running down from the mountain.

And she is the HEART that never stops beating
to live in order to love and give life.

She is "TEODORA"….
my beloved MOTHER.

Goodbye Mommy..rest in peace now with Our Creator. Till we meet again...
Thank you for loving me and giving me life...I love you...


Note: This was my tribute to my Mom when she died last January 14, 2014, posted on my facebook wall on January 21, 2014.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Mirror

 Self-portrait, Vivian Maier



My heart bares all
Every beat on a gentle pace
Nothing is left to read.

Do you see myself?

Can you feel me?
I bet you don't
Because you treat me as trash

Don't look at me with your eyes
Only with your heart
Then and only then
You will see
That I am 
Venus.






Thursday, July 17, 2014

My Birthday Prayer




         Almighty God and Father, I love you and  I give you all the glory and praise forever and ever!  
        Gracious God, source of all goodness, thank you for the gift of life and for Your loving presence in my life for the past fifty-four years.  You have blessed me with another year to live which I am ever so grateful. By your grace, may I be able to continue to grow in your love and to serve You more each day.
       Thank you for Mommy and Daddy, whom You have already called to Your kingdom. This is my first birthday without them Lord. You know how much I really miss them. As I close my eyes, I can see and hear them singing happy birthday to me. They will forever be the pillars of my faith and strength for they have passed on to me the gift of faith that you have blessed them with.
      Thank you for all the blessings, as well as the trials of the past year, most especially, the loss of my Mommy, Daddy, Uncle Cesar, Lola Nieves and Ate Emma.  I will never understand why these deaths had to happen in a span of seven months.  But truly, my Lord, Your ways and thoughts are higher than mine. You allow things to happen for a reason and for the good of everyone.  All of these experiences did not only make me stronger in faith.  It made me hunger more for You and do what is pleasing to You.
       Thank you for my loved ones and for all the people around me whom You have sent as Your instruments to love, teach, guide, strengthen and humble me. They have made my life beautiful. I am what I am now because of them.
      For the times that I failed you, my Lord, please forgive me.  Lead me always to the path of righteousness and never allow anything to come between us.
      I do not know what lies ahead of me now, Lord.  What I know and believe is Your promise to me in Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans I have for you…plans to prosper you and not to harm you..plans to give you hope and a future.”
      And so dear God, as I go through this year, my prayer is for me to be free from health concerns and financial worries, to always see and love you in every person I meet every day, to rise above my human nature in moments of weakness,  and to never cease to do better each day…all for Your honor and glory.  All of these I pray, in the sweetest name of Your Son, Jesus Christ.  Amen.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Mayari



  The moon god's light is all over the village.
I have to be up and about
in this wee hour of the morning
 to lovingly caress my strands
and lavish my skin
with sweet coconut oil.
The tall Caucasian man visited our tribe 
on the fourth day of this week.
 He said he will be back today
to teach me how to read this thing he calls book.
Oh gee! I love to touch his curly brown locks
and stare at his blue eyes.
Something in the way he gazes at my body
sends a tingly sensation inside of me.
Oh yes, he smells extremely masculine!
Unlike the men around here 
whose breath reek of tobacco 
and wild boar's stench.
Today, I will tell him who I am.
 My Ina named me after the goddess of the moon
whose beauty illumines the entire kingdom of 
Diwatas.

I am 
Mayari.



Image Credit: Monhegan's Schoolteacher, 2004 by Jamie Wyeth



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