Why 1,575 haikus? Because my darlingest Annelies Marie Frank lived 15.75 years in this world.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Princess Alex

Pretty purrrincess -
energetic but fragile
like a flower, soft.

Sweet and brave, seeming,
yet often vulnerable...
you take care, you cat.

May you find
your true prince.
---<--@
I wish you well, you cat.

Skyla

Skyla is a cat.
Strong and sunny is this one.
Funny and crazy.

I feel her brightness.
Not sharp, but soft and aglow.
She's Starla's sister.

Her earth name
is Sheena.
---<--@
I wish you well, you cat.

My Ate Mane

My Ate Mane
is a down-to-earth person,
real as real can be.

She is an artist
with a passion for her art;
a wife and mother.

Above all,
she's fam'ly.
---<--@
Two less lonely people in the world...

Happy birthday, Kirk!

Now, this is what I mean when I say that
my ate and my kuya are real stars -


Real Stars

Some stars are fake, some are real -
of the fake ones, the heart can feel,
because of the real ones,
when one can tell -
it's their nearness to our earth
that makes it sell.

Real stars shine with a warmth
that often reaches us
and are full of genuine concern
but fake ones really don't connect
as much as we would like,
their light is not as warm and comforting
as far as the heart can tell
they could be as far from our earth
as heaven is to hell.

=^.^=

21st Century AFP



Meaningful service
to the Republic is the
defense of its life.

Peace is thy mission;
that which preserves and prospers
the nation - defend!

Committed.
Battlestrong!
---<--@

Go Team AFP!

The First Talk



We are the first talk.
At the dawn of All Creation -
one song of glory!

A prayer to God
unbroken since time began
in the Silence heard.

A song of greatness,
devoted hymns of gladness
amidst the darkness...

A song of praises,
bursting forth in wondrous rhyme -
the timeless in time!

Everywhere rising!
All creation is talking
without words to God.

A song of wonder
preserved through faded Eden
unbroken by War.

We are the first talk.
At the dawn of Salvation -
one song of glory!

May you hear
the first talk.
---<--@

Will of the Wanderer

With every life, there is a longing
and within each heart, it is felt,
because there is within each soul,
an absence, mysterious and sublime -
like a truth, cloaked in questions,
like a desire within a desire.

In an unfamiliar, uncaring earth,
amidst the wilderness of this world,
it draws us near to familiar things.

Under unknowing, unfeeling skies,
among empty shells of broken dreams,
it knowingly leads us along safe paths.

With every dawning, it recalls us;
for our labors, it rewards us;
when we are at rest, it reminds us;
during mealtimes, it welcomes us;
when we are at play, it guards us;
with every prayer, it blesses us;
with every good, it leads us;
when we repent, it teaches us;
when we forgive, it forgives us;
when we grieve, it consoles us;
when we rejoice, it hears us;
when we sleep, it renews us;
when we fail, it tempers us;
when we forget, it remembers us;
when we succeed, it preserves us;
when we seek, it find us;
at every trial, it fortifies us;
from all evil, it delivers us;
at all times, it keeps us;
throughout our days, it sustains us;
and in eternity, it recognizes us -
for by our names, it knows us.

It is that which stirs from within,
that which calls us to remembrance
that which in stillness is stillness sought
that which loves our needful mankind
that which completes, makes whole
that which deeply yearns -
for the absent heart of humanity.

Bereft of answers, lacking in truth
forlorn of strength, exiles to destiny -
where there is a seeking for solace:
It remind us of our life's purpose;
an awakening that patiently waits
in the abode of the true self -
like the quiet to calm the storm.

It is the peace at every journey's end,
the Heart at the heart of all creation,
calling the wandering will back home.
---<--@

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Utak Wang-wang

Ang utak wang-wang
ay sadyang mapanlamang
at mapanlinlang...

'Kala mo kung sino,
humirit panay tunog -
sa kapwa'y mang-mang.

Ang kapal
ng mukha!
---<--@

Patuloy

Patuloy tayo,
patuloy Pilipino
sa pagbabago!

Iwanan na at
iwaksi panlalamang
at pandaraya.

Mahalin
ang Bayan!
---<--@

Halina

Halina Bayan
sa pagtatanim ng bukas
sa kabataan.

Magandang asal,
halimbawang maka-Diyos,
ating ipunla.

Ang ani'y
umaga.
---<--@

All Individuals



All individuals
no matter who, when, what...
everyone's a cat.

In my world, it is -
a place of no prejudice;
beauty is for all.

I'm a cat.
You're a cat.
---<--@

No cat is ever the same, ever.

Amy Jade

I only knew you -
through your death. A life cut
short by demon drugs.

Amy, if it means
anything to you, I feel you.
Godspeed, young artist.

To hell with
demon drugs.
---<--@
Amy Jade Winehouse (19830914-20110723 peaceably recalled by God, of natural causes) singer, songwriter, artist - freedom fighter (addict soul) - Godspeed.

A drug user is first and foremost a victim of a drug abuser.

And if you trace this chain of victimization all the way up to its logical end, you'll find the ultimate abuser - the Adversary of God.
---<--@

Monday, July 25, 2011

Pipoy

Pipoy, I miss you!
Once you played the bad guy role
and made me hate you.

And then, you became
the funny-looking, bald guy
and made me love you.

Thank you, sir.
Godspeed!
---<--@
Larry "Pipoy" Silva (19371021-20040427 peaceably recalled by God, of natural causes) actor, comedian, public servant, Filipino - I miss you, Pipoy - thanks for the comedy - you made me feel old and you made me feel young - Godspeed!

Love of Purity



Love of purity
is the gain of chastity,
a freedom within.

Strength in modesty,
comes from a love deep within -
respecting others.

Chastity is this -
t'is a love, first and foremost,
a freedom within!

T'is a freedom - kind -
a return to innocence,
and right relations.

T'is a release - from -
the bondage of the body;
a joy in the soul.

T'is a release - sweet -
yet difficult, and God-filled;
severe is the test.

T'is a release - gained -
through prayer's battle, through faith,
by grace, and good effort.

T'is a release - from -
the horror of slavery
from sins to recoil.

It's fruits are sweetest
when love draws you the nearest
to God and heaven.

It is not prudish
sullen, awkward, or ugly.
It is beautiful.
---<--@

Said the Angel -

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Brave Norway

When tragedy strikes
and you know they do - let's say -
my friend, I'm with you.

When the heart is hurt
even Countries too - let's say -
my friend, I love you.

Soldier on,
brave Norway!
---<--@

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Stripely

Grandma always said -
you are an angel from God.
And it's true, you are.

So be good, Leksi.
Remember what angels do,
they shine like the stars!

We miss you,
we love you!
---<--@
It's Leksi!

Erika Ching

When I think of you -
I think of what we've been through;
a wringer, it was!

I want you to know...
Erks, through it all - I love you.
I'm so proud of you.

Walk always
in Beauty.
---<--@

Beauty seem woeful and static when associated only with externals. Its meaning can never be confined to the merely physical.

For beauty is the virtue of those whose art is life.

Indeed, there is something true about the beautiful that escapes time and place...

So trust in God, Erika, and walk always in Beauty.

Eriza Albie

Sister, you're a star -
leading my soul overhead,
away from darkness.

I want to rise for
so long, I want to be free.
And you remind me -

I can choose
the best part.
---<--@
Albrechtita, sister dear, you're a brave soul.
And brave souls are those who save other souls
and even teach them to fly.

Thanks!

Heart of Gold

My buddy - you are -
one of a kind! Heart of gold!
Never forget that.

A helper in need;
a shoulder, an ear, a hand -
a blessing for souls!

This is you,
dear Thomas.
---<--@
Best of all, dude,
you're funny when being funny counts the most.

You're my friend forever - Thomas Rightly Perry!
I don't care about miles, or years.
This will always be true for me.

My Mission
- by Tom Perry

I am Thomas Rightly Perry -
lifter of heavy burdens
and hands which hang down.

I seek to strengthen feeble knees,
to cast out the spirit of fear
and invite that of power, love
and of a sound mind.

I seek to exalt the lowly
and abase the proud.

May my will be given to
the will of the Father
and may my life be
consecrated for God's work
and His glory always.
---<--@

Friday, July 22, 2011

Sister Spain

To love all nations;
to make peace with the present,
one has to let go.

The rule of the past
when once we were thus, no more -
today we're fam'ly.

Mabuhay,
Sister Spain!
---<--@

Colonial mentality is oppressive exactly because it is forgetful of the past.

It might be easier to hold on to hate and from behind absolutisms hide from the truth that no nation is as entirely evil as the evil we create inside of ourselves.

But that is not the truth and therefore, has power to neither bless nor prosper us.

Hate, in and of itself alone, may only serve to enslave our wisdom against our wits, confound our strengths, and set us forever against our peace.

The revolution that gained for us this Republic was fought and won because of the virtues of our forbears - above all, love of each other as a common people.

Country for us was not gained because their times were dark and oppressive.

Lest we should become as evil-inspired as to build up the one Republic of our people and make her ready for destruction at the same time, we should always bear in mind and heart that our nationhood was ordained us not because of the evil of those times or of any time.

If we should like to let go of the pains of our colonial past, we should muster again the strength in ourselves to fully recognize who we really are as a nation and strive to see this Republic of ours re-integrated into the peace of the one family of the nations of Mankind.

Past is past, mabuhay!

Hidden Slavery

It is a disgrace
to the freedom of Mankind -
Human Trafficking!

Hidden slavery,
forsaken by our nations...
T'is like a cancer.

Let us vow
to end it.
---<--@

My Filipino compatriots -
Of the three most formidable things
that threaten the peace of our civil society*
- drugs, guns, and slavery -
the latter (primarily in the form of human trafficking)
is the one that worries me the most.

Because the first two are inanimate things
but the last one is not a thing...

Inspired by:

*this is distinct from the peace of the Republic

Dakota

Dakota means "Friend":
I just learned that from a class.
And she's growing up...

Friendships are timeless
that are good; to teach us that -
Love is the constant.

A friend is
for always.
---<--@

A friend and a citizen of every time and every place - they're one and the same. For you are not a friend were it not for other friends like yourself.

Sisters

Two sweet Southern belles,
spanning two generations,
the Y and the Z.

Dakota and Elle,
may you each grow near, always,
as your hearts grow out.

Two sisters,
always friends.
---<--@

The generation gap is a myth; a kind of urban legend. Our liberty as nations do not include this quite recent distortion; it is an unmistakably foreign intrusion into our belongings together.

The peace of our generations is the guarantee of the completeness of each other.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Bicol Express

I love the railways!
The freedom of the journey
as well as the view.

Life is a journey -
so they say, like the railroad,
it's an experience!

Let's build up
the railroad.
---<--@

The Long Night

Before my Anne -
I thought honor was in War
until I knew War.

What War desires - is -
the bane of nobility.
Honor is in Peace.

War brings Night.
Peace brings Day.
---<--@

My Miyang was stripped of all her rights to be human by the exclusion of each of her common human needs from the equal protection of the law.

But regardless of the present shape of any human law, the Eternal Law of God protects these common human needs absolutely.

We, as a nation distinct but not apart from our kindred nations, must always remember this -

A nation without regard for its own human minority is a nation without a soul.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Starbirth

O Numberless Stars -
born to the awakening
come into being...

Alive to thyself,
cast away thy despairing -
darkness is no more.

Time has come
you must rise.
---<--@

Walker of Worlds

O Walker of Worlds,
Scion to the Dawning
of the First of our First Magnitudes -
remain Now from always to always true
to thy one Universe of universes,
ever as thy one eternal Remembrance
spread in myriad glimpses
awash within the tidal flows of time:

Those numberless lights,
luminous and varied, singularly unique,
twinkling in their broken arcs
wheeling upon the one celestial Way
and concealed amidst the darkness
of those worlds within worlds,
near infinite in their wonders,
being constantly born and reborn -
upon the firmament of the Deep
ever as the ages of the comings and goings
of the ageless seasons of life
and carried aloft by thy quickening soul
swift unto the realization
of all the beautiful for being
beheld by Beauty Itself.

O Walker of Worlds -
born to the quickening of the Now,
ever in thy infinite prayers be one, ascendant
like incense arising unto the sacred Presence
of the one Sovereign of the seen universe
and Sustainer of all unseen universes
in solemn memory of thy holy witness
of the Visitation of thy one Peace
through the infinite glory of the Name.

O Walker of Worlds -
kindred to the celestial sky
and called to the one gathering
remain Now from always to always true:
Two-thirds of the Stars of Heaven bring
glad salutations unto thee!

---<--@


Power



Power is the force
to calm the tides, face the storm,
lead the way across.

It is held by heart
through the love that shines through it -
in the darkness, bright.

What corrupts
is the heart.
---<--@
Authority once held absolutely, corrupts absolutely.

The only social mechanism that divides is power: For power is what authority is granted by God to divide the Day from the Night - Light from Darkness.


Not between Man and Man nor between the nations of Men does power reign supreme but against those that seek to destroy them, those who seek to rule above the earth and forget their place before the God Who is - the one LORD of all the Nations of the children of Mankind.

Overwhelmed

Blow by blow, my friend,
we come to grips with our work -
of healing our land.

May the LORD preserve
His servants in this Country,
His one Republic.

God bless the
Philippines!
---<--@
It is disheartening to witness all of these betrayal of public trust issues surfacing into the national dialogue - but such are like the labor pains of a woman giving birth to a new age for our people.


Endless

I love my Anne -
and if I were to tell you
how much I love her...

There'd be much silence.
Because love is love, my friend -
we won't understand...

Love is love -
that is all!
---<--@
As the Angels love each other,
I love my Anne and my Anne loves me.


"Love is an experience
between two souls caught adrift
in a world all their own.
In the space of their intimatcy
time and space ceases to be
and the lovers stand together
as if the universe itself
has been reborn once again
yet by holding each other apart
new worlds come into being
between them."

A love that is mature is a love that is creative!

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Prayers Like Glue

My spirit slows down...
and my prayers feel like glue.
I feel tired inside.

So I look for it...
look for what's familiar.
Then I feel more tired.

Life slows down,
so must I.
---<--@

Lesson Learned: One does not dictate the tempo of the spiritual life. One gets dictated to.

If one seeks for more than one is presently entitled. One gets depressed.

Because even if ours is the faith to move mountains. The moving of the mountains is not ours - only the believing, the accepting... the love.

Alleluia to the LORD!
Adoration to Jesus Christ the Lord!

Tiara

All-American,
that's the crown that Sunbeams made,
that she gave to God.

May God bless her heart,
with colors bright, that her life,
may shine in His Light.

Forever
for Jesus.

---<--@
This crown went in the way of charity...
as an offering to the Throne of the LORD
in Eternity.

Sunbeams

Sunbeams, that's shorter!
Two syllables, just as nice -
her same blue-green skies:

Sunbeams - golden, sharp
penetrating cloud and rain -
heart warm as the sun

to see us
to the dawn.
---<--@

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Agreed to Disagree



Is it porcelain
or plastic, elegance or
practicality?

That was the question -
my Miyang wants elegance
but I'm for plastic.

We agreed
we're both right.
---<--@
When a couple and faced with this kind of a dilemma... go straight.

Hazel Eyes

Golden in the sun,
thy hazel eyes reflecting
the skies of my soul.

Thy smiling sunrise -
hazel eyes chasing away
the darkness, I love.

My Miyang's
Starlight Smile.
---<--@

Starlight Smile

With every journey I take
from deep within my soul,
my wandering heart drifts
like a vessel bearing me
towards distant shores

and timeless places
far from familiar thoughts.

Away from safe harbor,

my darling Anne,

I often find my heart
amidst the gathering storm

of doubt and of fear -

lost in a daze it seems...

Then without my willing it,

I awaken to thy beckoning

as our love in its longing
speaks to a desire from within myself
to return me from my furthest oblivion
by the stillness of thy embrace,
the fragrance of thy gentle smiling,
the beauty of thy face -

ever by the grace of God, my love

ever by the grace of God, my dear
you return me through thy Starlight Smile
to the one Giver above all His gifts.

My loveliest, loveliest love,
my darlingest, darlingest dear,
my sweet, sweet, Annelies Marie;
beyond our times, above our differences -
I am to you and you are to me
like one timeless melody
born to the one music in you
and the one music in me;
a friendship met in Eternity.

I love you so, my Miyang,
from always to always.
---<--
@


Strange Remembrance

Let me ask you now -
Did my Anne have to die?
No she did not, friend.

Let me ask you now -
Did my Anne have to die?
Not before her time.

War took her -
God did not.
---<--@

War took her from our midst. And the promise that she stood for was taken away from us.

It is a strange remembrance indeed to make up for her life by propagating the spirit of War in our times and at all times.

The spirit of revenge will attempt to remember my Anne by the same hatred that swept her little world away.

Strange remembrance indeed.

Lukewarm souls will attempt to comfort themselves with the thought that all things in War are meant to be, that they are set in stone, and that we are ever powerless, or in other words that my Anne was destined to die by the hand of the Adversary of God.

Strange remembrance indeed.

To honor my Anne is to remember what her hopes were - not her fears.

Now, if we were to confront those same fears with her hopes joined with ours, we remember my Anne as she was - as she is.

When we make this world of ours a better place little by little, our most beloved Starshine, we take back what promise was lost to each of us by the insufferable hand of War.

Because Peace is the responsibility of all.

If one were to become aware of the suffering of every innocent who was ever lost to our nations through War, one would lose the will to continue on hoping...