Monday, June 28, 2010

A Love Letter to Stewart 40

how can it be real?
people keep asking me...


a dream was being kept alive,
reflecting the most beautiful smile
in my eyes...

because of you...


i hope hours keeps better as we go,
as we continue our journey together...


Today,its only me and you
and no one else takes away my mind
from thinking of us...


Here without you...
Living our lives seperately...


You are there so busy eating piles of papers,
forgetting the reason why you are breathing
and for whom...
Who am I to complain anyway?
I am not as good as what you wanted in a woman,
I need a lot of experience to grow up,
to understand and be understood...


Right from the start im breathing You,
Never minding the killing day
just to let you feel the love i have for you...
Its hard but i have to...
I need to wear my mask in sadness
To hide away the pain...
There are moments that blinded me...
Simple things that women ask
or dream - to make loveful moments last forever
with the man they adore...

You are the most beautiful thing that happened to me,
my love,
enough to paint my world with a smile...


Only if you realize...
I am here that loves you
and needs a liltle of your time
but I know it's too much to ask...


If only you glance at me for a while
then you will begin to understand why...
I'm so madly inlove with you.

A Love Letter to Stewart 39

The wind so gentle
above the silent waters
of Shatin River.


Reflections of the buildings
in different bright colors
sway as the wind blows
but nothing compares
to the pair of eyes i am gazing.


We we're walking slowly,
heart to heart
and you smile at me.


Miles and miles we went,
heading to a place
where paradise is reality
and is ours my love.


We continue to trail
the mysteries of love
as our feet keeps moving
and so our feelings.

A moment to love
So amazing that I,
I am so lost for words
I am with you but
i am dreaming of us


I wonder how am I going to feel
to wake up in your arms,
to your kisses and hugs
and to your smile.


Ah,Love!
Its been a tough journey
for you and me John
but here we are tonight
At last i found you
and you found me.


It wasnt because of the wind
or the moving reflections of the buildings
on the peaceful river
that made me feel like
I've been born again.


It was the tenderness in your voice
that awakens my senses
Your loving kisses
that speaks the weight of your love for me.


Tonight,its only Us
the clock keeps ticking
And the world keeps revolving
But I hear nothing
except the songs of our hearts.


Until we reached the sad place
I hear the call for passengers,
the next train is coming.


I mind not the noise
as the train stops
I care not for the world
All I want is to stare at you.


Here We are
at ten o'clock in the evening
Waving goodbye...


Clouds starts to form
on my eyes
as the door closes and you're gone...


Another six days to wake up
without you by my side...


Until my next day off...

A Love Letter to Stewart 38

A gentle stare cast upon me,
smiling pair of ocean blue,
exceptional,equisite and nobility,
majestic,grandeur and resplendence,
all words became weak,
anemic,
to paint my ever loving Stewart.


A night be full of stars,
once he starts to speak,
soft,gentle,with keeness abound,
has a honey-sweet,lullaby sound,
where Sinatra pales,
all Romeo fails,
to allure my heart like my Stewart.


I would stand not still
just to behold him there
but start to sketch our midnight tale,
caress his heart with my lush flowing hair,
to burn,to reflect in his eyes
such great desire of my slender figure.

He makes me breathe like brand new,
to took my strength from my imperfections.

He makes me a woman of my best,
to wish for my better fruition,


where no tides nor time can pounded on me,
only a scintillating diamonds to be seen above
the breathtaking sizzle of my enthralling world.


All wistful smile pales,
to constantly entrance me like my Stewart.




A Love Letter to John 37

The moment my eyes meet yours



it was dark,so my heart within.






As hours went a light was born






From a bean-sized it has grown






Its radiant rays creep in my veins,


awakening my nerves from a long sleep.






In an early night of February,


I stood there glowing infront of you,






Holding a heart on fire,


bursting passion,stirring up longing






Days,weeks and moths had passed,


the lights glow brighter and brighter.






No longer can I stop the fire from burning.






In this spellbinding experience,one thing is for sure.






John Stewart Sloan,






I Love You.

Echoes of the Rain

How can I disremember thee

and the memories we both shared?


Should I turn and walk away?


Is this the price of the loyalty I had given you?


Our story in a gazette.....
torn by the trifling bankruptcies,
crisis of the mind....

I hope it's not too late-
for i find myself in a hapless situation.


I like grilled squid too
when paired with a bottle of wine.


But none was laid before my eyes.


I reckoned not if I won or lost,
neither you or I had a heart of ice;
both of us shall cry.

Where's the smile in saying goodbye?

I had stood beside you for years
We,as sentinels.....
unveiling the mysteries of lawlessness.


I had tapped your shoulder
without hypocrisy-
As my confidant.


And with a human face,
you gaze at me.
Neither little thrill nor suspense to be found-
Only a heavy eyes;
So cold,unsealed.....


Vulnerable as I am.....
I silently,
louder than my breathing,
screamed my raving mind.

Insensitive as you are.....
You burnt with fierceness
the knot that binds us
to raise yourself a notch higher.....


fragrant bitter tears.....
faint memories of friendship.....
faded.....


and the brisk rains of May showers.....


I won't take the beaten path
laid out in a cobble stone again.


I'll rise.....


A new day-
a beginning of a new life
without you.....


You that wage a war
of unknown odds.....

Where's the smile in saying goodbye?


If only you realized how much you mean to me.....


But.....


You are so 'Mean' to me.....

The Cost of Ill-health in the Philippines

While the moon cast its shadows

of mystery,I imagined
the skyline of a great city lights
and the dark shapes that skulk under,
crouching malevolently
within the territory
of my beloved motherland.


In the looking glass
I glimpsed.....
Reflections of indigents,
taking complete reliance
on herbals of the soil
they toil to cure their illnesses
and sadly oftentimes descent them into graveyard.


Why?.....


Without a centavo
vision of fare treatment past gone.
Most poor patients were untouched
because of their 'empty pocket' looks,
struggling from some apalling hospital crews.


I myself had witnessed few of these scenes;
How they struggled through the hurricane-force wind,
swimming the dangerous and chaotic seas
just for a tablet of paracetamol,
just to get a bed on the crowded ward
just to.....paint faint memories by candlelight.

They passed high foam-tipped waves
to survive the tempestous day.
But most of the time they painfully face
the cruel medical practitioners' ethos
of redundancy and self-sufficiency
that were designed for money,not charity

The Power of Words

All of us experienced

minor damage
as We comfortably duck
in a calm water
of anchorage,


a slight movement of the water -
from the wakening of a powerboat-
is changed into an alarming sways of little waves.






A vile word,
a very simple bad word
can create little waves
that soon became turbulent waves.


How can we survive the voyage?
How can others cross the oceans?
...when on our journey


YOU-
who is one of our inspiration
creates high monster tides?

None of us will ever survive...
yesterday,today and tomorrow,

storms were/are/will be testing the strength of our hulls...
smelling the same shit it brings...


every minute...
that drags us all to 'Thy Kingdom Come'...

A Daughter of Poverty

I was born on a mat;

dried coconut leaves woven
by the hands of my ancestors;
the great heirs of the earth's dust.

The walls of my dreams were burgled before I realized
I am dreaming...

I am a farmer's daughter,
I have the command over mountains
Over fields and fruit bearring trees.


I am the smoke that rise Up
to shoo the pest on the flowers

My hands,they reflect the soil


From my first breath up to present
The scent of solitude...of penitence.,
has never left the tip of my nose,


I've experienced working like an animal;
Skipping meals for six dollars an hour,
Hiding my tears when I want uo cry;
Tied my tounge when I want to speak,

I am like the shadow in the night
No one has spoken of my bitternes,
Nobody saw my pains.


I've been in hell once in a while-
Don't talk to me about the worst
I  am a daughter of poverty.


What hardship still I had never taste?

Friday, June 18, 2010

A Love Letter to Stewart 36

The moment my eyes meet yours
it was dark,so my heart within.
As hours went a light was born
From a bean-sized it has grown
Its radiant rays creep in my veins,
awakening my nerves from a long sleep.

In an early night of February,
I stood there glowing in front of you,
Holding a heart on fire,
bursting passion,stirring up longing
Days,weeks and months had passed,
the lights glow brighter and brighter.

No longer can I stop the fire from burning.
In this spellbinding experience,one thing is for sure.

John Stewart Sloan,

I Love You.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

A Love Letter to John 35

At last I could say // I have someone to hold // to walk with my hand lock in yours through life // a man whom i'll share my hopes,dreams and fears.// If I could open my heart and mind right now // each particle they contain // is full of love only for you.// God grant me only one life to live,// let me fill every minute of it with my loving;// a love that possesses everything i have.// There is not a beating of my heart that is not yours. // Feel my words my love,// place them in your heart,// let them enter your soul // so we can be one.// I wanted to get closer to your joy,to your sorrows // and be the oxygen to your earth.//You maybe feeling alone in your own little world // Remember,at being right next to you // or a distance apart // In my heart and mind is the only man // that means all the world to me// You // God,I love you.

A Love Letter to John 32

What else can I do
to let you feel
how much I love you,

to be the woman you deserve,
to lavish you with love
and to hold you above all else?

My love,I will stand by you,
preserve all your promises in my heart
and each precious moments we have-

I will be your best friend ,
hold you tight to no end-
that,baby I vow to you.

And if I could be with you now
I'll put your hand to my heart
to let you feel its every beat is for you.

I will bask you in my shimmering glow,
get you lost in the magic of my love
for time indifinite,only you... .. .

satisfies me,embraces me,
fills my life with so much joy,
and renew me from day to day.

So what else I haven't done
to let you feel my love?
To stand before God and kiss you... .. .

before the eyes of the people that love me,
respect me and bless me... .. .
to passionately kiss you as my husband.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

A Love Letter to John 34

The night before I meet you I was lost,

empty and scared of what lies beyond.....

the air that I breathe was so thin

Far distant was the vastness of the ocean

yet I could barely smell
the dead fishes it contained,

unforgiving high,razore-tipped waves.....

I can still recall the chill.....

no singing mermaids to hear.

I was drowning when.....

you came and hold me,

took me out from the waters,

from the hands of the demons
that lurk on the ocean floors.

The night after I meet you
I was renewed,

hopeful and content
of what the following days hold.....

Brave enough to face the drunken shadows upon the tides -
collided waves that formed monstrous ,unimaginable heights.

I would gladly battle.....

tamed the hungry sharks if needed;

to explore the sea with you,
with fascination.....

as we continue our voyage......

as One.

A Love Letter to John 33

                                                                                   ENTHRALLED



The night came

           .....with resplendent eye

that reflects the wonders....

           .....of the beauty beneath

                          the horizon....

of great city lights.


I stared.....

              and stared......

                         until I realized.....


 I was trapped,


                  enthralled.....


by the sparkles;


                so magnificently released

                                from your loving eyes.....



God,I love you.

A Love Letter to John 32

What else can I do



to let you feel


how much I love you,






to be the woman you deserve,


to lavish you with love


and to hold you above all else?






My love,I will stand by you,


preserve all your promises in my heart


and each precious moments we have-






I will be your best friend ,


hold you tight to no end-


that,baby I vow to you.






And if I could be with you now


I'll put your hand to my heart


to let you feel its every beat is for you.






I will bask you in my shimmering glow,


get you lost in the magic of my love


for time indifinite,only you... .. .






satisfies me,embraces me,


fills my life with so much joy,


and renew me from day to day.






So what else I haven't done


to let you feel my love?


To stand before God and kiss you... .. .






before the eyes of the people that love me,


respect me and bless me... .. .


to passionately kiss you as my husband.


A Love Letter to John 31

What can i say when.....

The man I love most turns his attention upon me?

Speechless.....

Like the night he hold me tight

Hong Kong has gone singing

and its polluted air fades away.....

Satanic canvass of humankind's deeds
had became dejected to the world

the moment he passionately kissed me.....

I was trapped to the music played
that connects his heart to mine;

The magic of love.....

Time had became still
when he gave me his surprise:

A necklace.....

I felt I've danced with the breeze,
soared to heaven and touched God's face

It wasn't just because of that thing.....

But the thought that it was his mother's
gave me so much joy.

Isn't it so romantic?.....

Well,what can i say
as he turned his atttention upon me?

I am loved!

A Love Letter to John 30 (poem)

I live for you
and you alone
posses my heart.

A love divine,
still in our care.

No jealous sky
nor earthly wrath
can move this rock.

Better is a wrinkled face
for me to kiss
where there is happiness
and contentment in my soul...

A lover borne
to comfort me
when distress shows.

Your stream of care
leaves me powerless,
a servant to your orders. ..

although your soul is on fire
keep living and praising me,
adoring my every essence.

Haven't you know
the peaks of mountains
I have touched
belongs to you?

Yes!I offer it all to you.
In the inmost depths of the earth
and over the dry land,
I'll declare among nations
Your incomparible love;

Brings out my beauty and my strength
that lies in their sanctuary;
The very heaven in your eyes.

A Love Letter to John 29

I love you
like the way my lips love
to speak your name
every restless nights.

I love you l
ike the rays of light love
to drink the drops on leaves
every summer's morn.

I love you l
ike the birds in the trees love
to listen to the sound of waters
falling on virgin falls nearby.

Oh how I love you
like my whole being loves
to let you know that I do
over and over again.

I love you...

A Love Letter to John 28

I AM THANKFUL FOR THE WIND


As the moon fades and day
appears,I'm thankful for the wind -

for it blew you back to me.
Swift has the reunion begun -

When all you have is grief
Soon too must it end
For our love will find its way to heaven...

Where have you gone,
Whence have i left
were nothing but part of yesterday

And all the rumbling thunder in the
electric sky -
Never will we see again

Our love surges with tsunamic force
rekindling the dimming lights
of paradise we've almost lost

I am yours and you are mine,
even decades seperate our age,
that we can't deny

Once again
I must say -

I am thankful for the wind
which blew you
back to me...

A Love Letter to John 27

Why do i love you?...

......Its not because of the beauty of the pedestal
where you carefully put me

.....Its not because of the articles where I was featured

.....Its not because of the recognitions i get from respected people

.....Its not because of our common dreams-to help.

.....Its not because of the positions attached to your name

.....Its not because of your fame...


I LOVE YOU BECAUSE OF.....

.....the fire that burns in your eyes everytime you tell me you love me

.....the sincerity of your words and the fullfilment it gave me

.....the laughters we shared as we walk holding hands along the river

.....the way you look at me while im lying next to you on our bed

.....the frustrations in your voice when charlie jumps on your lap while you're kissing me

.....the way you kiss my sweat when we're working together to beautify our home .

....the excitement you feel while you cook our diner

.....the farewell dinner you cancelled just to be there for me

.....the tears of joy you shed as We talk and kiss in between our sentences

.....the moments when you unexpectedly kneel down before me and say i am your Goddess

.....the respect you gave to my family and friends

.....the way you stroke my hair that tells how much you care .

....and many more .

....the thing is ,


I LOVE YOU MOST.....

.....for knowing my worth and respecting my wants,

my fears,my doubts,my likes,my love as a woman.....

I couldnt ask for more

The world is wonderful

The day you came around

.....and love me.

A Love Letter to John 26

Precious Love


There's nowhere in these days
will I find someone like you.

Yours are the sweetest eyes
that opens my morning like rose buds,
ready to bloom only for you,
breathing new life,

heart sings but serenity's song.

Yours are the strongest of words
and best of actions,a bouquet of flowers
the cherry-colored days

where I step in
whole-heartedly

and forever will stay,
to serve you willingly.

when twilight comes
head to head and hands lock,
the orange sky glows
reflecting our heart's appetence.

Ours are hours to cherish
midnights were tongue-tied
when your eyes meet mine.

Yours are the softest lips
when you kiss the bouncy air,  
on you'rebended knees and say:

"You are more than I deserve, with all my heart,I love you".

A Love Letter to John 25

I Believe


i believe in dreams my love
i believe in what we have
i believe in our toy balloons
that they can touch and kiss the moon
i believe in you and me
i believe for that special day
i believe that you're my lost slipper
specially designed to be my pair
i believe in what you say
i believe in destiny
i believe in love and its ways
i believe that you and i are meant to be
i believe in God's plan too
that he handpicked me for you
to care and love you as long as i live
for to live loving you,i truly believe.

A Love Letter to John 24

My love for him......

is beyond loving myself.....

           beyond the wealth the earth can offer.....
                 
                beyond the smiles that the day brings.....


for to love him.....

        is crying.....

             crying when he cries.....

                  and laughing when he smiles...t..


telling him.....

         i love him all the time....

              doing things that makes him happy.....


wish he could see soon.....

          that i do.....

               i do love him.....

                  
more than he could imagine.