I gaze upon your eyes
Amidst the distance
That separates us…
I can feel the warmth
As I stare at them
And feel their infinite depth.
Emerald green, they are…
I am drowning into oblivion.
That I exist in a physical world.
A world where my senses dwell
Touching objects
Seeing views
Sniffing scents
Tasting delis
Hearing sounds
All…but, Feeling love.
I gaze upon your eyes
Amidst the distance
That separates us…
With them, I feel Love.
A rarity among humans
A scarcity between lovers.
Unknowingly creating
A fusion of ecstasy…
Compounded energies
Emitting from you to me.
I see it, I feel it, I know it.
I want it…all visible
In your emerald green eyes,
Yearning for the moment
That I indulge in their
Everlasting and undying stare.
I gaze upon your eyes
Amidst the distance
That separates us…
My dark, serene, expressive
Brown, chocolaty orbs
Radiating feelings of wanting,
Longing and loving
The person that possesses
The emerald greens that
I long to cherish, that I long to possess
As seasons pass, as time flies
As days turn into nights
A single moment then
Would come , I know, that I would finally
Hold in sight, hold him tight
And never would part
From the man I love….
Him…with the emerald green eyes.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
hell
i have created a modern-day definition of "hell" with a friend...so, between him and myself...we know WHAT, WHERE and WHEN "hell" is present...
hell is not merely a place.
i believe the time has come that this "exact" definition of hell is divulged...with some pun intended...it pays to laugh a lot...music to the ears...uplifting to the soul...because of "hell"
our childhood would never be complete without the elders telling us that "our souls would burn in the fires of hell" if we are not good kids, if we do bad things, if we answer back, blah blah blah...and when i come to think of this dogmatic sermons from the elders...i could die laughing..hilarious stuff really...
so, most of us, if not all...have pictured in our fertile minds that hell is a very undesirable environment, with demons, with monsters, with flames everywhere...and temperature may go between 101 degrees to 1,001 degrees celcius...with combination of thunders and some 8.0 magnitude earthquakes...and well, for a fact, Satan or Lucifer himself dwells in it...it is his kingdom...the exact opposite of our much-desired heaven...where Angels reside...with their glorious wings, with the Angelic Choirs singing unceasingly, and where God rules everything...with the temperature so cool that our skins would never feel coldness or humidity...where people float on air...They're exact opposites, really....
when i was a little girl, i have pictured hell as the ultimate abode of the sinners...those who have not passed the purgatorial trials to make it to heaven...so, hell is an infinite place for suffering, for torture and for everlasting repentance that is far from forgiveness....in hell, pain is the ultimate feeling one soul experiences...
i could just imagine, as i have seen in some films and illustrated literature, how hell is pictured: the souls lined up for their "torture" turns...the demons lashing their thorny whips at the physical bodies of the souls until blood flushes out of their skins...all those moanings and yellings...eeeeehhhhhh!!!!!! made my heart pound so fast that an ECG test would result to a very abnormal heart activity...and the Demons, moreso Satan himself, found sheer pleasure in those suffering souls....i could also imagine, the gluttons (like me, bwahahahaha!) being made to chew more than their mouths and bellies could take...and never stop, or else, they suffer the Demons wrath...and the hands of the stealers, pickpockets, pricked slowly and sliced thinly...oh! how grotesque!!!!!
NOW....NOW....AND NOW....
what is hell then?
what? what? what? An Angel writing about hell?
work.
simply that.
"hell" is "work"
correct me if i am totally wrong (and i believe in a democratic society like we have, i am entitled to my own personal opinion, as what i am posting right now)...
what do you feel when you go to work?
the moment you step on the entrance door of the office...don't you feel some immediate "heat" from within...??? and this temperature rises up as soon as you go near your workstation and as long as the day passes by...??? funny, but real...undeniably real.
i would salute and make a monument of ANY PERSON who has not experience what i am saying right now...then, i would inscribe in the person's monument, "I HAVE NEVER BEEN TO HELL, WORK IS HEAVEN AND IT IS MY LIFE."
a working day starts with the rising in the temperature...just like the real hell...then, different stations are there...different TORTURE chambers...mental torture, for reports that have to beat deadlines...physical torture, for overtimes that should be complied with (doubly for those who are not paid overtime pay) and some legworks that need to be done...spiritual torture, for the curse that the bosses give to those who cannot comply, calling all Gods and Demons to unite for the working soul's destruction...emotional torture, for the workers who are made dumbasses by the bosses who do nothing but "blamestorm", thus, belittling the way they feel and destroying their self-confidences...SEE, now?
The Demons' League....The Devils' Advocates....The Primordial Evil...The Satan...The Lucifer....The Source of All Evil....The Boss and his allies? (OOOOpppssss!!!!! There are Bosses who are not like these creatures, really....But, most are like these) :-(
so, whatever effort workers, poor souls, exhert in hell...all seemed futile and useless...it's a never ending cycle of torture...for the benefit of the "Boss"...and his allies.
and, perhaps...the greatest escape from hell...is just to bid it goodbye...and start heaven in one's self...heaven is within us.
now...whenever you hear the word "hell"...you must have known how two twin flamed souls defined it...and just a wink then...perhaps some smile...or a good laugh.
hell is not merely a place.
i believe the time has come that this "exact" definition of hell is divulged...with some pun intended...it pays to laugh a lot...music to the ears...uplifting to the soul...because of "hell"
our childhood would never be complete without the elders telling us that "our souls would burn in the fires of hell" if we are not good kids, if we do bad things, if we answer back, blah blah blah...and when i come to think of this dogmatic sermons from the elders...i could die laughing..hilarious stuff really...
so, most of us, if not all...have pictured in our fertile minds that hell is a very undesirable environment, with demons, with monsters, with flames everywhere...and temperature may go between 101 degrees to 1,001 degrees celcius...with combination of thunders and some 8.0 magnitude earthquakes...and well, for a fact, Satan or Lucifer himself dwells in it...it is his kingdom...the exact opposite of our much-desired heaven...where Angels reside...with their glorious wings, with the Angelic Choirs singing unceasingly, and where God rules everything...with the temperature so cool that our skins would never feel coldness or humidity...where people float on air...They're exact opposites, really....
when i was a little girl, i have pictured hell as the ultimate abode of the sinners...those who have not passed the purgatorial trials to make it to heaven...so, hell is an infinite place for suffering, for torture and for everlasting repentance that is far from forgiveness....in hell, pain is the ultimate feeling one soul experiences...
i could just imagine, as i have seen in some films and illustrated literature, how hell is pictured: the souls lined up for their "torture" turns...the demons lashing their thorny whips at the physical bodies of the souls until blood flushes out of their skins...all those moanings and yellings...eeeeehhhhhh!!!!!! made my heart pound so fast that an ECG test would result to a very abnormal heart activity...and the Demons, moreso Satan himself, found sheer pleasure in those suffering souls....i could also imagine, the gluttons (like me, bwahahahaha!) being made to chew more than their mouths and bellies could take...and never stop, or else, they suffer the Demons wrath...and the hands of the stealers, pickpockets, pricked slowly and sliced thinly...oh! how grotesque!!!!!
NOW....NOW....AND NOW....
what is hell then?
what? what? what? An Angel writing about hell?
work.
simply that.
"hell" is "work"
correct me if i am totally wrong (and i believe in a democratic society like we have, i am entitled to my own personal opinion, as what i am posting right now)...
what do you feel when you go to work?
the moment you step on the entrance door of the office...don't you feel some immediate "heat" from within...??? and this temperature rises up as soon as you go near your workstation and as long as the day passes by...??? funny, but real...undeniably real.
i would salute and make a monument of ANY PERSON who has not experience what i am saying right now...then, i would inscribe in the person's monument, "I HAVE NEVER BEEN TO HELL, WORK IS HEAVEN AND IT IS MY LIFE."
a working day starts with the rising in the temperature...just like the real hell...then, different stations are there...different TORTURE chambers...mental torture, for reports that have to beat deadlines...physical torture, for overtimes that should be complied with (doubly for those who are not paid overtime pay) and some legworks that need to be done...spiritual torture, for the curse that the bosses give to those who cannot comply, calling all Gods and Demons to unite for the working soul's destruction...emotional torture, for the workers who are made dumbasses by the bosses who do nothing but "blamestorm", thus, belittling the way they feel and destroying their self-confidences...SEE, now?
The Demons' League....The Devils' Advocates....The Primordial Evil...The Satan...The Lucifer....The Source of All Evil....The Boss and his allies? (OOOOpppssss!!!!! There are Bosses who are not like these creatures, really....But, most are like these) :-(
so, whatever effort workers, poor souls, exhert in hell...all seemed futile and useless...it's a never ending cycle of torture...for the benefit of the "Boss"...and his allies.
and, perhaps...the greatest escape from hell...is just to bid it goodbye...and start heaven in one's self...heaven is within us.
now...whenever you hear the word "hell"...you must have known how two twin flamed souls defined it...and just a wink then...perhaps some smile...or a good laugh.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
BASEMENT 4
business address: trafalgar plaza building, 105 h. v. dela costa street, salcedo village, makati city, metro manila, philippines.
i am located in the 12th floor...among the 27 floors and 4 basements the building has. almost halfway. the other floors house the israeli embassy, an international information technology office, a medical laboratory center, a call center, a fitness clinic and so the list goes on. we are the only government agency in trafalgar plaza.
the building's tenants, from the list given earlier, thus, consist of peoples from different races and cultures...origins...israelis and other arabs, blacks, caucasians, europeans, fellow asians and filipinos. we see each other in the elevator going up to or down from our corresponding floors, most especially during rush hours.
in the course of our daily (and routinary) functions as "workers"...we do seem to have a common time...at a common meeting place: BASEMENT 4.
it may sound intruiging, from the simplicity of it's location...what is basement 4? the first thought that may cross your mind. basement 1 is purely a parking area, basement 2 has a canteen (that overprices foods) and a parking area, basement 3 holds the administration office and parking area and BASEMENT 4 is a parking and THE SMOKING AREA.
trafalgar building security rules and regulations is quite strict compared with other skyscrapers in the makati central business district. memos and information materials on proper business decorum that should be practiced within the building premises is widely disseminated among the tenants...and are posted in the floors. among topics that were taken were SMOKING and FIRE SAFETY.
BASEMENT 4 is the ONLY LEGITIMATE VENUE for cigarette smoking. They have benches and stainless steel ashtrays all throughout the vicinity, amidst the vehicles parked. There is no time limit as to when we should smoke...as they say it: "smoke all you can!"...there is no rush whatsoever.
i have just recently resurrected my cigarette smoking (i have been smoking liberally since college and temporarily quitted six years ago)...well, as another saying goes, "old habits die hard"...thus, it resurrected in its own pace. in a conservative nation such as ours, females who smoke occupy the minority of the total populace...some may regard to us as "outcasts"...because we're deviants. normal filipinas are supposed to behave according to the norms dictated by traditions...and part of it is to act femininely towards others...and smoking is considered to be a male activity. so there: i am a self-confessed deviant.
whenever i feel the urge to have my Marlboro Lights Menthol stick, i then proceed to BASEMENT 4...and when the elevator opens, all other cigarette smoke emitted from other sticks are fused in...funny, but it seems like an entrance to hell or a halloween ball...with all the smoke surrounding BASEMENT 4.
i go to my favorite BASEMENT 4 spot...the corner bench, and begin my sheer observation of the surroundings or daydream or just think about what the future holds. for sure, there are other souls in BASEMENT 4 that think like i do, our glances with each other sometimes relate our thoughts...unspoken words. i am not a crowd person, i prefer to smoke alone...although sometimes, one or two companion/s who invite me cannot be turned down...but, i never asked someone to join me in BASEMENT 4. for me, smoking is better done in solitude...where profound thoughts and ideas are brewed.
smokers in basement 4 represent different races... filipinos, chinese, arabs, caucasians, europeans...and what-have-you. thus, the "melting pot" of the building. all belong to the biz professionals...all are in biz attires...all are thinking...biz or personal or whatever...all are puffing cigarettes. the common factor among the races: smokers.
in BASEMENT 4, there is no discrimination...all are the same. and when the lighted cigarettes are consumed and when only the butts are thrown into the stainless steel ashtrays, elevators open and up we go back to our respective offices...to face reality once again...only after a few hours to return to our smoking paradise.
BASEMENT 4: an international place of relief.
i am located in the 12th floor...among the 27 floors and 4 basements the building has. almost halfway. the other floors house the israeli embassy, an international information technology office, a medical laboratory center, a call center, a fitness clinic and so the list goes on. we are the only government agency in trafalgar plaza.
the building's tenants, from the list given earlier, thus, consist of peoples from different races and cultures...origins...israelis and other arabs, blacks, caucasians, europeans, fellow asians and filipinos. we see each other in the elevator going up to or down from our corresponding floors, most especially during rush hours.
in the course of our daily (and routinary) functions as "workers"...we do seem to have a common time...at a common meeting place: BASEMENT 4.
it may sound intruiging, from the simplicity of it's location...what is basement 4? the first thought that may cross your mind. basement 1 is purely a parking area, basement 2 has a canteen (that overprices foods) and a parking area, basement 3 holds the administration office and parking area and BASEMENT 4 is a parking and THE SMOKING AREA.
trafalgar building security rules and regulations is quite strict compared with other skyscrapers in the makati central business district. memos and information materials on proper business decorum that should be practiced within the building premises is widely disseminated among the tenants...and are posted in the floors. among topics that were taken were SMOKING and FIRE SAFETY.
BASEMENT 4 is the ONLY LEGITIMATE VENUE for cigarette smoking. They have benches and stainless steel ashtrays all throughout the vicinity, amidst the vehicles parked. There is no time limit as to when we should smoke...as they say it: "smoke all you can!"...there is no rush whatsoever.
i have just recently resurrected my cigarette smoking (i have been smoking liberally since college and temporarily quitted six years ago)...well, as another saying goes, "old habits die hard"...thus, it resurrected in its own pace. in a conservative nation such as ours, females who smoke occupy the minority of the total populace...some may regard to us as "outcasts"...because we're deviants. normal filipinas are supposed to behave according to the norms dictated by traditions...and part of it is to act femininely towards others...and smoking is considered to be a male activity. so there: i am a self-confessed deviant.
whenever i feel the urge to have my Marlboro Lights Menthol stick, i then proceed to BASEMENT 4...and when the elevator opens, all other cigarette smoke emitted from other sticks are fused in...funny, but it seems like an entrance to hell or a halloween ball...with all the smoke surrounding BASEMENT 4.
i go to my favorite BASEMENT 4 spot...the corner bench, and begin my sheer observation of the surroundings or daydream or just think about what the future holds. for sure, there are other souls in BASEMENT 4 that think like i do, our glances with each other sometimes relate our thoughts...unspoken words. i am not a crowd person, i prefer to smoke alone...although sometimes, one or two companion/s who invite me cannot be turned down...but, i never asked someone to join me in BASEMENT 4. for me, smoking is better done in solitude...where profound thoughts and ideas are brewed.
smokers in basement 4 represent different races... filipinos, chinese, arabs, caucasians, europeans...and what-have-you. thus, the "melting pot" of the building. all belong to the biz professionals...all are in biz attires...all are thinking...biz or personal or whatever...all are puffing cigarettes. the common factor among the races: smokers.
in BASEMENT 4, there is no discrimination...all are the same. and when the lighted cigarettes are consumed and when only the butts are thrown into the stainless steel ashtrays, elevators open and up we go back to our respective offices...to face reality once again...only after a few hours to return to our smoking paradise.
BASEMENT 4: an international place of relief.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
tears.
tears in my eyes.
how can i keep them from falling continuously...how?
like a waterfall that comes from the rivers of belief...
from sorrow.
a heart that is hurt.
a mind that is disturbed.
a soul that longs.
a love that lingers.
for him.
there are times when demons of selfishness haunt me.
an angel...caught by the demons.
i love a man.
true love i have found in him.
true love that lingers.
for him.
the time is ticking...awaiting.
if love from him...is reciprocated.
in longing...i hope.
in love...i hope.
my soul searches.
one man.
only him.
tears keep falling...tears that synchronizes with the beat of my heart.
with the wind that blows.
tears of sorrow.
tears of love.
yes, for him.
tears are for him.
only for him.
mahal kita.
how can i keep them from falling continuously...how?
like a waterfall that comes from the rivers of belief...
from sorrow.
a heart that is hurt.
a mind that is disturbed.
a soul that longs.
a love that lingers.
for him.
there are times when demons of selfishness haunt me.
an angel...caught by the demons.
i love a man.
true love i have found in him.
true love that lingers.
for him.
the time is ticking...awaiting.
if love from him...is reciprocated.
in longing...i hope.
in love...i hope.
my soul searches.
one man.
only him.
tears keep falling...tears that synchronizes with the beat of my heart.
with the wind that blows.
tears of sorrow.
tears of love.
yes, for him.
tears are for him.
only for him.
mahal kita.
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