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You.
Confident.Tall.
High.Ordinary.Simple.
Brilliant.Still.Beautiful.
Silent.Graceful.Friend.
Dreams.W0nderful.
L0nging.

Quiet.
Guarded.Hidden.
Surprised.Different.New.
Cauti0us.Steady.Open.
Jump.M0ti0nless.Nerv0us.
Inspired.Shy.
Me.

Love.
Stayed.Calm.
Patient.Anxi0us.Fl0ating.
Lost.Serendipity.Found.
Pure.Int0xicating.Special.
Timing.Perfect.
Us.

Warm.
Deep.Soft.
Hard.Pain.Secret.
Easy.Shivers.Sweet.
Desires.Dreams.Heat.
Colors.White.
One.

Ours.
Delicate.True.
P0werful.Inside.Dance.
Fits.Fine.Forever.
You.Me.We.
Home.Sleep.
C0mplete.

I love my Sweet!

I made this for him..

by Jopherlyn

I’ve been thrugh this before

None of these are perfect

Each time I’ve been here, I am brave

But now it’s  more, and I’m not getting any braver.

Anymore.

So the lights came

And with me, the show begins…

There comes pain

The act is complete euphoria of dying

Though dying is not that easy.

Then, there comes waiting

I am undone, this is sick

Sicker than cancer and I am in it.

Gargoyles, the are -

What makes a monster?

He wears a mask, it is -

What makes a man?

I am not supposed

to close my eyes and drift and pass.

Each time I’ve been there, I am fearless

Now the road surprises me, and fear creeps in

Again.

The voices are coming

And with me, the show again…

There comes pain again and again

There comes waiting, expecting for nothing

There comes fear creeping in and staying

There comes truth that askin is everlasting

And there is magic side by side with dreaming.

Who could gues?

I am, and my show begins…

by - jopherlyn-

Look at thyself and impart thy appreciation

Spite thy existence very generously.

What’s it gonna take when thou hast been tired being tired

A fantastic defamation of thyself.

Thy secret garden bear the glowing truth

Shattered days ahead, thou hast burned.

Settled for nothing, a still disorder

And thou hast soothen angry nerves with more pain.

Where hast pride been from here and beyond?

The sun has setteth itself in thy garden.

And in thy middle, the pounding intensifies

Turning peaceful howls into echoes.

Thy secret garden lulls insomiac eyes

To sleep and rest and more…with tears.

Somewhere, a soft-spoken princes writes thy rage

Lives and bare against the odds for nothing.

Hold thy breath and taste the mist

From thine eyes and surrender.

For thou hast tainted thy secret garden

The vile mutates to pain.

For thy secret garden is only real in her heart

Melting to permeate a threat.

Thy garden explodes into a maniacal fit of laughter

But her eyes tells more secret.

Then comes thy eerie sound for thou hast cried

Thy crazy little world becomes sane.

Where hast thy secret garden been, invented only for thee

Cast thy needle to a brain for sleep..divine.

by -jopherlyn-

a poem by Portia Nelson..kudos!
I
I walk down the street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in
I am lost…I am helpless
It isn’t my fault
It takes forever to find a way out.

II
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I pretend I don’t see it
I fall again
I can’t believe I am in the same place
But it isn’t my fault
It still takes a long time to get out.

III
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I see it there
I still fall in…It’s a habit
I know where I am
IT IS MY FAULT.
I get out immediately.

IV
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I walk around it.

V
I walk down another street…

—-I really like this poem.

“As he sat there thinking, he sensed movement above him, he saw a pair of hawks flying high in the sky.

He watched the hawks as they drifted on the wind.  Although their flight appeared to have no pattern, it mad a certain kind of sense to the boy.  It was just that he couldn’t grasp what it meant.  He followed the movement of the birds, trying to read something into it.  Maybe these desert birds could explain to him the meaning of love without ownership.” - The Alchemist-

—-

Sigh!

but i’ll write my thoughts later..work sa ko..

ahhhhhhh ayoko ng ganitong pakiramdam!!

When she’s gone

I will try to write

Pulling loose the threads

Arrange the pathways

of stones from inflicting weeds..

Marble staircases

She and I will tread

Along the vast and open field

of this healthy empty yard

Lest, she come back

Forgive me, and say:

“Darling, here I stay.”

Now that she’s gone

I haven’t tried to write

the thread pulled up in a kite

The stones are slippery wet

Weeds embracing roses that wilt

The land is cold and barren

Wind howls like she’s sighing

Shaking in disbelief

Wished I could early comprehend

Did she leave me, gone astray

I clasp and crumple her sad farewell:

“Freedom, darling, here I dwell.”

by:

Jopherlyn

I read a book entitled Still Single? You don’t have to be! by Casey Maxwell Clair.  Actually, it’s a book I gave to my sister for her birthday last year.  She’s thankful I gave it and out of curiosity, I read it too. 

And for my blog here, I want to share to you something I really loved (and learned) from the book.  Save the best for last, they say, for this “story” the author shared is on the last page of her book.  So, keep on reading, poks! Hehe

….

I want to end my story with a story.  It’s something that happened to me and it left me with a picture in my mind’s eye that helped me tremendously during my struggle to step off a path that was causing me pain, and to find a way to do things differently in my life.

It was several yeas ago and I have been invited to join some friends on a trip to a lake.  Someone had rented a couple of Jet Skis (those water scooters that ride like a motorcycle, but have no brakes!) and we were all taking our turn with them on the warm, summer water.  I took my turn and was having a blast when suddenly the Jet Ski got away from me and took of on its own.  It wasn’t going that fast so I tried swimming to catch up with it.  I was mortified that it had broken loose, afraid that it would be my fault if it did any damage or (God forbid) hit anyone.  Faster and faster I would swim.  A couple of times I actually caught up with it and got a hand on it, but it would always break free of my grip.  I started to panic as I realized that I might not be able to control this motorized beast.  But I kept trying, again and again, chasing after it.  Finally, the panic caught up with me and I stopped, gasping for air.  I could swim no more and I almost started to cry in frustration as I watched the Jet Ski pull away.

But then I saw something that I couldn’t possibly have seen while I was swimming so close behind.  I saw that the Jet Ski was traveling around and around in circles.  It had been engineered to do this and was in absolutely no danger of running into shore, or anywhere else.  I started to laugh as I realized what was going on.  I looked to the beach and saw that all my friends were laughing as well.  Of course I couldn’t see that I was going in circles; I was following too close, on a path I thought I needed to follow.  It was only by stopping that I could see what was really happening.

And I guess that’s what I’ve been trying to say in this book.  If you’ve been swimming your heart out, following after something, or someone, that can’t be caught, then try to resist the urge to swim faster.  Try to stop, and listen, and look; not only at the behavior of what you’re chasing, but at your own behavior.  Chances are you can’t do a thing about his or her patterns, but you can do everything about your own.

Keep this picture in your head.  Out of breath, stopped in the warm embrace of the water.  Looking, and seeing for the first time what you’ve been doing.  And realizing you don’t have to go there after all.

Then think of all the time and all the energy you’ll have for a different kind of relationship; a relationship that will nurture you, excite you, make you feel safe, and fill your heart with hope.

Swim back to shore and find it.  I did.

……….

Hmmmm, so what do you think?  I have been reading this particularly last page for the nth time now.  Hope you learned something because I did.

Happy February!

And my head collides with the pavement
Black curtains crawl down on me
Am I dead?

Dreams…
It was no surprise
That violence could overtake us there
We can soar high and beyond
with no compromise
No other friend but fear
The choice ought to be clear..
Gunfire..prayer!

Fantasy…
World of the young
I am there and voiceless
My world is silence
World of skeletons
Trapped and confused
There is so much to fool about–
Close the book, get out!

Truth…
Where are we going
Witness a sadist grieving
A bloody notebook of my bestfriend
To think that a rainbow leads to nowhere
For either we are clay in the hands of the Maker
Or a dynamite in the grip of a thrill-seeker–
Certainty exists!

Illusion…
These are dreams for a moment
A magnificent idea offering great hopes
Like a cave following a rope
it is the same tale of horror
That ghost of a man in your mirror
You can see through and he can’t hide–
A crystal pride!

I had a serious head-on collision
White…seems to be floating in the clouds
Am I alive?

by:

jopherlyn

Who can count the stars?
Neither you and I
I keep my pace to one direction
Where the sun kisses my face
Wear a smile on my lips
And my heart will take me higher…

There are times when stupor visits me
I’m afraid it’s back for good
Sometimes ideas become so stagnant and impure
I’m scared they’ll never be understood.

Who can stretch time?
Neither you and I
I stand still and appear so stupid
My feet sank, cold, and dead
I smell this heavenly scent nearby
Of garbage round the bend.

When your sweetheart is a timebomb
Peacefully you sleep
When the timing device ticks on
Ticking on to seconds
You wake up!
You say:
"Sweet suicide!"
The ticking device ticks on
To zero–EXPLOSION.

There are times I believe
I wished them false and deceived
There are times I object
I wished them true and corrected.

Falling when you’re high
And my blood is getting dry
Who can shield my eyes and boast vainglory?
Neither you and I…