lunatic babbles, genuine sanity

Teabag Series : Provoke, confront, elevate

kathe — Wed, 13 Apr 2011 09:34:23 +0000

Provoke, confront, elevate

Provoke

Confront

Elevate

all positivity

Teabag series : Grace brings contentment

kathe — Tue, 12 Apr 2011 07:10:25 +0000

: Grace brings contentment

Grace

a gift

a favor

a blessing

always being given,

but often times ignored

as it does not always come in ribbons

Contentment

craved for

wished for

worked for

but realized by a select few

such a human folly

where contentment is measured with conditions

when there is already more than enough

there are times…

kathe — Fri, 01 Apr 2011 21:04:18 +0000

>>>

>>>>

>>>>>

such as this,
that I just don’t know what to say
much less write..

Not always

kathe — Sat, 22 Jan 2011 11:11:45 +0000

Alone

not

always

loneliness.

On one’s own

not

always

independence.

Silence

not

always

peace.

Illusion,

reality

and

in between.

2011-01-22 1900

After the hiatus..

kathe — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 07:10:24 +0000

’twas last June 2009 since I’ve blogged last
and now January 2011
I’m back

Why do you hurt her so? (black hole series: 1 of 3)

kathe — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 06:01:53 +0000

it goes round and round
the feeling of despair
of frustration
of not having anything
and just being no one

scarred
broken
livid
disillusioned

she once was whole
you tore her apart

she had dreams
wide and far
yet you let fear in
made doubts your comfort

she was shattered
she cried out
you lent not a single hand
the shattered pieces
you crushed them to dust

you were then young
vulnerable
but you grew up

she was happy
thinking that you’ve grown wise
that you’ll decide
to break out of the shell you’ve created

but you nurtured your shell more
became hardened and impenetrable
but she stood ground
patiently waiting for you to realize
that you’re worth is far greater
than you set yourself to be

it’s time
she said
to look at a mirror
see yourself
and look at what you’ve become

tired
lost
confused

as you look at the piece of glass
she looks back at you
she.. your own pained soul
tries one last time to reach out

telling you to break your shell
start anew
to take the so called
road less travelled
and if all roads are blocked and unpassable
make a new road of your own
a way for you and for others too

you then raise your fist
hit the glass
felt the pain
your hand is bleeding
it hurts
but you know
that she is hurting more

… to be continued — Is redemption worth all the cost? (black hole series : 2 of 3)

Point and Laugh

kathe — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 10:22:14 +0000

Running around

Playing tag

I jumped

landed

and suddenly tripped

Skinned my knee

Broken my ankle

A person in front of me

Pointed a finger

at my already stricken face

and laughed

How foolish of me

Tried not to break,

swore to get right back

Running again

playing pranks at the other

Climbing up the steps

skipping down

A test of strength and speed

climbing up

and down

up and down

up and…

falling down

thug. thug. thug.

went his butt

on cement stairs

all the way down

pride bruised

backside sore

clenching his teeth

hiding the pain

how clumsy of him

Pointing at his pained face

i laughed

He got up

ran after me

and swore his own vengeance

At tails end

a pact of loyalty

a smile of amity

begets one of the basic entities

someone to point at

and laugh with

an ally, a comrade

a partner in all chid crimes

friends

putting it simply

*****PSs*********
reminscing those days where we once were children
never cared much for anything but games and play
or little bickering with neighbor playmates
(and sometimes with adult participation when the need arises..
ahhahaa…mao ning mki.join na ang mga inahan/tigbantay sa mga binata nga away)
and creating friendships in the most odd circumstances..
ahhaa..those were really good times…

on a rather serious note..
hahay..
let’s not forget those times
when it was so easy to forgive a playmate,
whether we know them or not
let’s be the child we once were
when dealing with how others have wronged us..
and so we can just live the life
laugh all we want
and make the best of days everyday!!!!

celebrating life!!!!

Blessed be you and me

kathe — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 05:59:43 +0000

Opened arms
Awakend hearts
Freed mind
Bared soul

Blessings from Thee
We claim
As ours
For family
For friends
Even for strangers
More so for enemies

The best of the land
Unnoticed
Waiting
To be taken
To be cared for

Here we are
We kneel
Seeking penance
Awaiting grace

Him,
the One among our midst
Looks at us
Sets the plan
Decides the time
Selects the fruits
Delivers on cue

We receive
Bow and give thee thanks
A promise to nurture
Multiplying the gift an nth fold

Smile
Look ahead
Continue the journey
with Him
and be blessed

you and me

Sand

kathe — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 05:30:45 +0000

little grains

clustered together

independent

windswept to shore

yet remains the same

still sand

not loosing form

not loosing spirit

free of burdens

it circles and comes back

still sand

** para lng naa ma.post..ehehe.. luoya..ahhaha

Yearning Just Passing By

kathe — Wed, 27 May 2009 09:32:58 +0000

======================================
in fairness, g.pressure ko pghimu ani..hala cge go..
here it is.. i may or may not revise this..
there are still lots of lined-up installments for this one..
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There i was….
Still, here i am…

in a strategic location
where i alone can watch him pass by
and seeing him just once a day is enough

if this is a basketball game,
he earns points everytime he passes by
i catch him sometimes looking my way
oh, how i wish that he was really looking for me
and only me

but the irony of things!
when he’s near,
i run away
he looks at me,
i look away
he “tries” talks to me
and i “try” not to blush
and make a fool out of myself….

he keeps me from being late
for i wake up early just to be the first one to see him
am i really nuts? hahaha
i don’t want him to know i like him
i still have my sense of propriety and traditionality in a way

i thought i will be content by the sidelines
or am i really?
but everytime he passes by
my yearning for him just grows stronger

yearning to know him better
so that i can tell myself if all the time and feelings i have invested are valid
that i am feeling all of these for a reason
that i endulge myself in little treats like glimpses of him
that i am hoping that i will be his someone special someday..

i can’t believe myself!
this is not me..
it was just a simple encounter
yet it amounted to this….

crazy
unexplainable
but it feels so good and right

… as of the moment…