I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
But sometimes…
February 26, 2012… but sometimes, your mind deceives you to think you still want more.
When in truth, love has always been there and love is still conquering all.
Choices
February 25, 2012I refuse to believe that people mean it when they hurt me.
We do things because we have choices to make. So when I hear something bad or untrue is said about me, or I get rejected, or my opinion not heard, I try to remember the above. That people don’t mean it when they hurt me. And I try to protect myself from the painful effect of their choices by remembering that, I too, have a choice.
I can choose to be hurt with the words or the misrepresentation about me or choose to see where the person is coming from. I can decide to be resentful for the rejection or I can believe that the Holy Spirit is prompting me to be somewhere else. I can just feel taken for granted because my opinion is not heard or I can humbly assure myself yet again that I should be intelligent enough to know that I don’t know everything.
Not all that could be painful to me are bad. It’s simply that - the result of the other person’s choice. I assume that they have belabored the choice or have spent anguished moments to arrive at that decision. Always, assume that it’s an intelligent decision.
And always, stay protected by your own choices, too. The choice to forgive. Choosing to be happy starts with that decision.
Lupercalia
February 15, 2012And so I read from National Geographic that Valentine’s Day celebration could be a Christianized-pagan rite. I won’t go into details, but I learned further that February 15 is called Lupercalia, where the Romans strip naked, grabs a dog- or goat-skin whip and spank their maidens in the hope of making them fertile.
These Romans are always naked. And whoever first stated that, “when in Rome, do as the Romans do,” wants to have a piece of the fun. Either that, or he was cruising.
Refuge ( A Poem)
February 10, 2012Fairwell
Songs For Cinema
Jesse Chui feat. Nathalie Ming
Refuge is a house.
But a house is too small
for kids who have grown big.
Refuge is a room.
But a room is too small
for a wandering soul.
Refuge is a bed.
But a bed is too big
for one who is to sleep
alone.
- November 6, 2010
