The Radicalist

I have found
the secret to
loving more
than people do.

Because He tore
through time and space
to prove to me
that love means grace.

I barely knew then
that loving takes
more than me to
love for its own sake.

Now I see
that love is beyond
the human heart
and it takes more than
the heart and soul
to understand.

This love is fierce
so bold, so strong
that the King would trade
His rightful throne
to come to me
and love me first.

The fault, dear Marvin, is not in our stars...

There is something in the stars that I can't resist.

Gazing at these cosmic flares and watching them flicker in the dark of night is something I automatically do every time I need an assurance that all will turn out alright. There is something being stirred deep within the recesses of the soul when I turn my head towards the heavens and just contemplate and try to take in the mysteries written on the face of the night sky. And since they were there, fixated in the grand palette that is the universe, suspended in time and space on which pain and suffering and worries do not matter, I know I am here and why I am here. They affirm my very existence.

And sometimes, when you let the stars take you into a profound stillness you'll realized, that just like their light reaching you from millions of miles away to exactly where you are, that love is able to find you. It has found you.

Tonight, I'll gaze upon the night sky again. And allow the stars to take me in.

“Do you remember still the falling stars

that like swift horses through the heavens raced

and suddenly leaped across the hurdles

of our wishes -- do you recall? And we

did make so many! For there were countless numbers

of stars: each time we looked above we were

astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,

while in our hearts we felt safe and secure

watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,

knowing somehow we had survived their fall.” 

-Rainer Maria Rilke-

Shall we?

I'd like to write
         our life story together

but I'm so afraid not when to start
                               but where to begin?

Would you like to write it with me, too?
                        or would you rather go your way?

Would you create it with me
                   a true and lasting love story?

and read it the rest of our lives
                  all for the glory of His Majesty.

Shall we begin now?

Someday, we'll watch together our love story as it unfolds...in God's perfect time. (Google image)

Drifter

He's waiting for forever in the battlefront
          while trying to undo the puzzles
that rampage before his bleary eyes
          whose vision is blurred by liquid salt
and muffled anguish that tries to break loose.


He watches the clock tick and tock
          and measure his existence suspended in space
his thoughts wander into elsewhere
          running from grim images from the past and back
that haunt him like mad with eyes ablaze.


But he unsheathes the sword of moral indignation
          and finds in the abyss of his own soul
the infinite light basking in all its glory
          as he charge relentlessly like a roaring lion
and ready to fight all to his King.

(Google image: Painting by Michael Whelan...surreal!)

The Immaculate Inception

In my silence I create thunder,

in my rage I calm the stillness of night,

I am the stars sprinkled in the impeccable sky.

Sprawled beneath the covers

of the glittering palette of the universe

I contain in my palm the eternal reach of time.

(Google image)

Heartbreaking Mr. Rilke

Yes, it's no other than the mystical Rainer Maria Rilke quoted in the picture above.

If there is one poet and a writer that I can better relate to (of course I didn't say that my writings relate with his), it is Mr. Rilke. It is just so heartbreakingly wonderful how he beautifully create his words and piece them together in such a lyrical way that I couldn't get enough of them. They're like music to the ears, and allowing your heart to listen. His divine sentences full of visuals never fail to tug into my soul with ferocity so intense I couldn't help but look within. It's as if his syntax is equilibrium itself that speaks intimately to my being, engulfing me with both fullness and longing, order and chaos.

And man, yes, his prose! His delicious and magical prose that in its simplicity and clarity captivates the world and beyond.Words like his testify to the power of the written language in containing the universe in just few sentences. Well, I like Mr. Rilke not only for those reasons, but I like him so much more because of his romanticist notion of finding yourself in a journey within the deep avenues of the human spirit. I like him because he makes solitude and writing a grand opportunity to reunite with everything that is meaningful in this life.

He said thus: "Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write."

These past few month have been really significant for me in my personal search for the things that matter most. The search isn't over yet, but the road to it is narrowing down and I believe that I'm heading towards the right direction. It is up to me to continue or to take the detour again. But I know better now.

And as Mr. Rilke said, it's now time to act with beauty and courage.

Star-crossed Lovers

I still look at the stars

         just to remind myself that once upon a time,
there had been you and me 

                     beneath the glittering sky,
you and me--us making a rhyme.

And because the stars were there,

         I knew it was real,
But tomorrow their flickering lights 

                     will soon fade,
And just like them--the stars--

                you and me and "us" are ephemeral.

4G: Stardance

(This piece of poetry is dedicated to my once-stargazing buddy, who have taught me to contemplate the grand mysteries hidden behind the stars. Wherever you are, I remember :)

it's the moon that hangs tonight under a canopy
of dark clouds hovering in the sky
stars sparkling in the great distance
millions of miles away
while we're here sitting side by side like star-crossed lovers
bound to dominate the night time panorama


but it's the sparkle in your beaming eyes that illuminates
the dark shadows of existence
and if the moon has light because of the sun
then I have you as source of enlightened reason


we're here in this cosmic drama called life and reality
our paths have crossed like the moon eclipsing the sun
was it randomly or was it destiny?
but tonight we're one celebrating life's greatest mystery


the night will end, the stars will lose their sparkle in the glaring reality
the clouds will be swept away by the wind to clear the sky and paint a new scene
as I took your hands and lead them into my chest
to hear my heartbeat, a melody that's playing for you
you hold my hands and we're carried by the rhythm of endless joy

tonight it was You and Me and we're one with the skyline
come hold my hands and step with me to conquer the universe
tonight when the moon and the stars are grand
I hold you near to my heart as we dance with the stars.

Dancing Crystals

(Throwback. Poem dated June 2006. And all because it's raining the whole day today and I'm stuck in the house. Cheers!)


I open my hands
          trembling on every beat
      getting numb on every swing
             of the cold and bewildering
            dancing crystals
                that were sent from the heavens
      to wash away the dirt
               and brokenness and hurt
                        from this abandoned soul...

       I stand still
my feet firm on the ground
               felt the stern soil
                     becomes soft and muddy
            I struggled to face
      the darkened skies
                        billowing clouds above...

My eyes feel the pain
        yet fell on a trance
            deep and profound
                        that I can't resist...

I close my eyes
       internalized the beat
        and I let my tired heart
    succumb to the rhythm
                 and dance in the rain...

Twilight Song

Worlds crept in

         With its colors and shades

    Past beyond the abysmal

          day that is bludgeoned with

                             life’s greatest mystery…

as the sun agonized over

            the last streams of light

        it hides behind the hills

                  and mountains cover,

its pale shade just over the horizon

             unperturbed yet wishing

                     that though there was an appointed time

                                      in this cycle called life

         it would see through yet another day and

                     that in some part of this vast universe

          its lights would eternally shine

                                  unbothered by horizons or cloud covers…

and when darkness shroud the skies

                            hope shall never falter or strength fail

               for just beyond the darkness of the night

                    the light will just be waiting

                                       and another tomorrow shall begin…

*As far as I can remember, this is the last poem I wrote since I shifted to technical writing due to the required paper load in the academe which made me adapt to its demands and style. I almost forgotten the creative genre as a result. When I became a student journalist, I really rooted for the literary editorship. It never happened. I became the editor-in-chief instead. Very fair exchange. Five years later and now in the process of reclaiming old passion and dreams, I intend to go back to the way it should be for me. And I hope IT IS now:)