Death is the freedom of a burdened heart...
It is when all impurity ceases.
In the dark you'll never find fear
Instead, peace awaits your weary soul.
It's the touch of God's mercy
And the kiss of His lips.
Thou shall see no more pain.
Thou shall see rest in the dark.
So, death is not evil as we knew it.
A portal, instead
From here to life everlasting
marco
every life's a crossroad...and I took the right track.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Must all the prefect of discipline a monster?
For three years past since I move in here in CBSUA- Calabanga Campus, this is the only thing that I could consider one of the horrible experience in my life as a student.
All of the tertiary academic institution must have a prefect of discipline: that is what i thought. But the only thing that I don't understand is that should it be always for an institution, having a title as a university, to have a prefect of discipline as monstrous as Medusa? Well, I think it should not be always like that.It all started since I had encountered this said "teacher" to sign my clearance in the said slot. I was totally shocked when she stared at me like there will be no tomorrow for me. It's like she's going to eat me that moment or to make it worst for her, it's like she wants to peel all my clothes off. Silly me, but that is all I think of it.
If i will be the kind of person having a magical powers, then I will not be a hesitant gigolo to pluck out her eyes from her very excruciating face. That's how angry I am! If for the whole campus and for the betterment of the whole studentry, then better off for her to be fired from her post.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Sign of the cross Translated by alan salcedo
Make a sign of the cross when getting off the bed
Make a sign of the cross before meal
Make a sign of the cross when you’re off the house
Make a sign of the cross when on the vehicle
Make a sign of the cross when passing by the church
Make a sign of the cross when retiring to the bed
House
Vehicle
Church
He will not make a sign of the cross
He doesn’t have all that stuffs.
Panguros by Buboy Aguay Jr.
Magpanguros pagkabuhat sa higdaan
Magpanguros bago magkakan
Magpanguros pagluwas sa istaran
Magpanguros paglunad sa sakayan
Magpanguros pag-agi sa simbahan
Magpanguros paghigda sa turugan
Istaran
Sakayan
Turugan
Dai siya mapanguros
Mayo siya gabos kaiyan
Back When I Was Young
I wish I could still pull
the hands of time
back when I was young;
and relive the life
of a little child
so naïve, so careless, so free.
I wish I could still feel
that happiness
back when I was young;
and wear that innocent smile
and laughter
sprung from that little heart
so pure, so mild.
I wish I could still think
of the thought I used to have
back when I was young;
when everything is like summer days
and rainy days are holidays
of fun, excitement,
treats, and surprises.
I wish I could use
the stuffs I used to play
back when I was young;
matchboxes, NBA cards,
and even that spinning top
that cost me two penny—
so little but tickles.
But I know it’s impossible
For me to get back
To those times I have had
All I can do is to reminisce
And treasure those—
Those beautiful and wonderful moments—
Back when I was young.
Father
Oh! This, Is this all?
Is this all you’ve got?
Is it what you mean?
This all means nothing
Oh you big coward!
You’ve just turned your back.
You’ve just go away.
Forgotten your duties
Are you imitation
of Almighty Father?
I just doubt you are
Mighty fortress for us.
Is this damnation,
And all vain glories?
Or just a meer
Irresponsibility
Come back ,
you will see
The fruits of our labor
Lucky are you
Who suffered no shame
Nothing more old man
You have our hand
And may God judge you
according to what you’ve done
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Stillwater
I saw your silence
In the holiness of the night.
The peace that you brought
Is like a sweet melody.
As I lay to my rest ,
You’ve filled my pen and coffee cup
To make the best song ever written.
That even Shakespeare can testify
And it has answered Socrates.
A very tacit yet moving piece
That let the moon smile
And the fog kisses my cheeks.
‘till the Stillwater
Started to be troubled
That’s what you mean to me
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