The Elements

There are four all in all


air, water, fire and earth.

There the sequence goes

If one wants to conquer all.



But to master one is already tough

The reason why choose the one nearest to your heart.

Or if confusion is in at start

Better pick to which one is born.



Earth they say the most powerful of all

humility, love and care she desires.

To norture and let creation grow

In oneness of the Great Master I know.



But at times when emotions flow

There the water goes.

Sometimes falls a drizzle

At times a heavry rain pours.



The wind I talk to when alone

She lovingly listens and accompanies.

Sometimes I send her to someone dear

To give comfort and assurance that I am still here.



The fire I always love to stare

To contemplate and brings me out of here.

Captures me in enchantment

Calls me to practice bending still.



Whatever fun it brings

Or accompaninent in sorrow and in pain

There is still a balance that needs to bring

To all of them should be in harmony.

The Return of the Comeback

the storm has ceased


'tis time to be out in the fields again.

to sow the seeds of faith

to whatever what has become of the land.



Its tails of wind

powerfully gushes back and forth.

Chills down the spine

the harsh and the cold.



But a single tower of light

that connects back to the Master of Creation

His forgiving love and hope

bring back the inspiration.



Oh, what has become of the land

ravaged by fury and beastly powers

But the farmer is back

to build again beauty and a firmir stronghold.



With patience, prayers and supplication

endurance, forbearance, wisdom and love

he now returns with a stubborness

that will let out the majestic power of the light.
 
happiness, cheers and smiles


at last the warrior is back

a new found gem he brings,

polished by the gain in the pain.



though weakened by the storm

but immortality it brought,

made alive selfless love and faith

tested and bested by the winds and the rain.

back with a firmir resolution


never waver to fight

'till the last drop of blood

is worthy to be shed for one's salvation.

The Sword and the Storm

Blood rising, so exciting


restless heart burning a fire.

In the stillness of night

preparing alight,

the shining knight

anticipating what is in sight.



'Twas a sunny today

A moment of laughter and light.

The gaiety of Sunday

brings friends together go right.



The weatherman says 'tis a bright day,

'Tis calm before the storm as they say.

'Tis coming, she's on her way,

'Twill hit the land on Tuesday.



Using no time to waste

for it is in a haste.

Take every opourtune time to raise

All the energy of the elements awake.



Summoning all the powers of the Light.

Embed in the sword to fight.

Win or lose it is alright,

For in the storm's darkest end it is His might

His love and glory will shine bright.

High Key

they call it in photography


when the light is not orange but white

not when the sun shines bright

nor in a stormy day.



But this kind of light brings forth to life

A desire to pause and savor the sight

of greeneries outside the window

and the listen to the chirping of the lone bird on the willow.



Sit down and rest a while

Be inspired and feel the cool and the warmth

Creativity comes to sight

Every little thing the hands touches alight.



Not the excitement that comes on a sunny day

Not the sad mood that the rains blow away

But the calm and contentment it brings

painted by this hue.

‎90 years old

tired and weary, grown and grey.

when will she see the light of day.
dark and dingy, cold she lay
in the frigid winter of day.

... A little ray of hope say what she pray
'Till this passing storm goes away.
Looking back to the joys of yesterday
Somewhat eases the blues astray.

her treasures in a jar of clay

beyond reach, so far away.
the little black witch guffaws with gay
as she sees her victim that way.

For a while the sun showed its ray

A bit of strength it gave today.
But will it last until May?
As she toils to gather the wheat in the hay.

... Pain shattered her in disarray,
Willed to spend strength anyway.
Love in the heart that is making her obey.
Endure the hurt and the hardships whithering her away.

Sept 16, 2011

Maker of all creation,


Master of the universe,

Reveal Yourself again.



The works, the plan and the dream

... May it be clearly seen, felt and touched

May Your hand move

Your providence abundant

And above all, Your presence be felt and accepted

in hearts of these young people.

Three Kittens

three kittens tended with love and care, now i saw them being snatched away

unceasingly struggle to offer sacrifice and pray
hoping they will not become prey
to the blindness brought by the darkness that envelopes the day

... But will the guardian be able to put off the evil at bay?
tired, weary, confusion saps her energy away
tears falling, struggling to do her duty today
releasing all of what's left if there is anything or anyone else to stay.

determined to fight to the last stand

looking forward to the promise of the wheat and the whey
counting the months of suffering and pain
for to win a soul is gain