what is… without…

                what is sax… without music
                what is bird… without nest

                what is dawn… without dusk
                what is sea… without sand

                what is flower… without bee
                what is mountain… without tree

                what is brush… without ink
                what is painting… without light

                what is love… without…
                … you

paulf
RS,Ayala
9:14pm
8/26/06

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i started this poem yesterday. i finished it just this afternoon at starbucks, greenbelt. i gave my friend a copy for a souvenir. i wrote it in a starbucks tissue paper.

starbucks, greenbelt

4:30pm

s-startbucks

i had to meet this new friend.

i feel she’s a sis to me. i miss having a sis!

she asked me many sensitive personal questions and i just answered
them freely! you know, without any inhibitions. nothing to be impressive about.

she’s good! for sure, she’s one of the friends whom
i can disclose myself with. with full trust.

well, we shared many things. whew!… i never found myself embarassed with her.
i was able to show her the real me!…;-)

thanks for being a friend! my pleasure to be a guest on your wedding…

Response to inferior_poet’s ‘May Gusto Ako’

on August 25th, 2006 – 8:30 am

oh well… i am on your shoes!… but, for me it’s ok to feel this way coz i am supposed to be the one courting the girl! (not the other way around.)

but before i do courtin’, am sure of my feelings for the girl? do i really love her?

shall i court the girl immediately? or am i just presssured by peers?

do i need to get serious? or follow peers advice to just take it easy?

which is which?…

… ah… lemme examine my conscience for awhile… girls are not play objects.. they are persons ought to be loved… be respected… and be cared of… afterall, if am over introspecting, and decide courting the girl, it means i really love her!…

knowing precedes loving… i cannot court her if i do not really know what is inside this heart… yes, i do believe in magic… but i’d make sure that this magic is not just for a moment… but can sustain till forever… the real magic in love is when both of you can reproduce it over and over again despite the odds that may come… it is an everyday “do you love me?”.. and everyday “yes-es”… that’s the real magic!

the comfort of my soul

History has it, “man” pays homage to gods before hunting. Asking for blessing to have a good hunt…

After the hunt… after a harvest…. he again bows… to offer the catch … the crop…

As the world evolves, man becomes more rational in his divine understanding. He now knows a God, whom he implores… thanks… and adores…

Greenbelt chapel, the comfort of my soul….

… Like the historical man, in here I pay homage and implore my God

              …. In here I found refuge when job was not yet on the reach

              … In here I offer all the tribulations life has had

              … In here I give thanks and offer my “catch”… my harvest…

A chapel, a witness to my dreams…

                        my pains… my joy!

                        my failure…my success!

                        my brokeness… my affection!

                        my well-being…

Life is… without meaning, without looking up to Someone from the beyond…

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AMOR CON AMOR SEPAGA

i was clearing my Outlook to be able to receive e-mail..and i happened to view this…i remember i made this for a valentine day..i was already in the company when i composed it..it was the article i contributed to “Our Daily Bread” company folder on that v-day…natutuwa ako while re-reading it….

 AMOR CON AMOR SEPAGA…..

ayayayay pag-ibig..nakakakilig…..yan, yan ang kanta ni ara mina.(ito ung patok nun sa mga radio)..uuyy…love is on d air na naman!

..love..amor ..gihigugma…pagkamoot…palangga…sinta…what is love nga ba?.many have taken accounts regarding this topic..so try ko na rin i-share kung ano ang nararamdaman ko sa pag-ibig, at ano ang alam ko sa pag-ibig….nde ako c joe d mango o c doctor love but let me just share….

……….philosophically, love is a tendency or desire (hindi pagnanasa ha!..) towards an object or a person..it’s not a tender feeling….

….TENDENCY - inclination, bent…drive..motion toward to, (not going back to the source)…DESIRE – yearn for…aspire…long for.. from the subject to the object of affection, not vice-versa….for instance, i love a rose!…the love comes from ME toward the rose!…whether the rose loves me or not, i still love the rose…no matter what….no sign of reciprocity…no expectation to be loved in return…i just love the rose…

…..NOT A TENDER FEELING…not a feeling coz feeling is fickle…but LOVE is not fickle..once i love, i always love….i do not say, i love the rose today, and i hate it tomorrow…NO….once i love, my love is already there!..it exists till forever…be the object of my love is lovable or not, i still have love…much that i love the rose even if it has thorns!..even the rose does not love me…..i still love it, inspite and despite of…no buts… no ifs…just because…..St Augustine says, “whenever there is love, there’s no longer pain….but, if ever there is pain, it must be pain that is loved..”….. 

… much that love still exists even if the rose gets withered….it is not dependent on the object. it lives and relives even in the absence or flight of the rose. it continues to love and love again…

one priest-professor in college (seminary) said (many will disagree i guess… hehe..), LOVE has no definition….(really?)…there are only descriptions of love, but not definition…to define love is to delimit its meaning….to diminish its essence….you betray its purpose….its essentiality..so much that you can only equate LOVE with GOD…. so much to say that LOVE IS….THAT IT EXISTS….just that way….you do not define it….

 …..AMOR CON AMOR SEPAGA…..love begets love

a smile in her cheenky eyes

….. poems 
the world of my unspoken thoughts…where love and joy collide..a contradiction to my material dreams…

 

                                            there will you see
                                                   the simplest in her beauty
                                                         a smile paints her face
                                            that which full of grace
 
                                            from afar she glances
                                                   her eyes twist with dances
                                                         stare at me with a lure
                                            a grin so irresistible
 
                                            her lashes narrow
                                                  pupils tour to and fro
                                                         revealing her cheenky eyes
                                            a beauty in a guise
 
                                            who will not be enticed
                                                   with a smile in her cheenky eyes
                                                         of a lady so pretty
                                            who conquered all of me
 
                                            oh my sweet lady
                                                  soon again shall i see
                                                         your smile in cheenky eyes
                                            that heaves my heart with a sigh

                                                       (paulf:02/14/06)

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