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081216

Saturday --
My 5.5 hours trip was full of intense prayer,
All the time, I tried to hold my heart.
It was thumping in minutes unknown,
For I have no words to tell you.

We faced each other
After months of changing routes.
And then, we uttered tears to Heaven.
I had a glimpse of you,
So you'll know it's really me
You're talking to.
But deep within,
I hide the tears
Of months of pain
So sweet as vain.

You drove me home,
With clueless words
With cheerful emotions.
You stayed,
For it wasn't a closure
But a second chance.

Sunday --
I know we heard the same preaching
Of forgiveness and pain.
Of experiences that cast out fear,
Of true love, more than earthly's paints.

I tried to search for you in the crowd
Just wondering if you're not gonna hang up.
I went home, without your goodbye.

Monday --
I felt the Spirit's conviction
And so I get my phone
I was praying that you answer
So that words will be bound home.

I found my words too straightforward,
Now we just have to let go.
To stop this crazy feeling,
For love was not yet home.

I passed by with memories
Of the past hurt and the new restoration.
I thank God in my heart.
But I was still hanging,
As I wait for your word.

All the time I've been waiting,
My feelings got confused
And I wanna hold on to us.
I became a beggar of love,
Though I beg Him to take this love.

I thought you were gonna fight for me,
But you let go so easily.
In a moment, I was in tears
And everything was shuttered in me.

I was crying all the time,
Praying that you'll stay.
My heart was a stone
But God held me so tight
And in the end, calmed my soul.

Tuesday --

I cried over and over again
I was in total shock of pain.
Drowning with regrets of letting go.
What was in my mind
That I did set you free?

I cried countless tears
I was torn into something's not me
But I found myself searching for answers...
Searching for Truth to set me free.

Wednesday --

I woke up in Heaven's rest
As if the pain was all gone.
As if it's all done.

The Lord has comforted me
The Lord became my refuge.
He took away the pain
And love me as who I am.

Days of mourning have ended
My soul dance with waves of blessings.
I am blessed to undergo pain
For grace and love have brought me home.

Thursday --

The Lord has granted me peace
He has destroyed every weapon
That I may live by His grace
And live life as He had lived.

I was born again
Again and again
And day by day,
He utters, "Rest, my child."

And so I sing a new song
To laud my Lord
With infinite praise.
080416

Ilang beses na akong sumusulat ng tula,
Nagbilang ng talatang puno ng metapora,
At naglaan ng kuwit sa humihingal na mga pangungusap.

Ilang beses na akong humukay ng alaala,
Mabigyang buhay lamang ang reporma ng katha,
Makaniig  lamang ng puso ang mga mambabasa.

Ilang beses na akong nagtapon ng papel,
Naubusan ng tinta't napurulan ng panulat.

Ilang beses ko nang sinabi saking sariling
"Hihinto na ako sa sa pagsusulat."
Bagkus sa bawat pintig ng puso'y
Tanging Ikaw ang pamagat.

At sa bawat pagsalin ng lenggwahe ng damdami'y
Ni hindi masilayan ang binagtas ng pusong marupok na.

Ilang beses na akong nagtula,
Pero paulit-ulit ang tugma,
Ikaw at Ikaw pa rin ang pamagat.
080316

Hindi ako
Yung taong matapos **** iwa'y
Pupwede **** balikan kung kelan mo lang gusto.

Hindi ako
Yung porket may nararamdaman pa sayo'y
Ihahain ang pag-ibig nang katulad ng dati.

Hindi ako
Yung mananatiling martir
Na kahit nasasaktan na'y iibigin ka pa rin.

Hindi ako
Yung papatawarin ka na lang ng bigla
Buhat sa napakalalim na sugat na iyong iniwan.

---

Hindi ako
Pero sa pagbalik mo'y
Kaya pa rin pala kitang yakapin
Nang may buong pagtitiwala.

Hindi ako
Pero patuloy kong nilalatag ang sarili sa Ama
Nang maging tama ang puso't
Masunod ko lamang Siya.

Hindi ako
Pero tiwala ako sa Kanya
Kaya't patuloy ka pa ring minamahal.

Hindi ako
Pero ang paghilom Nya'y walang kapantay.

Oo, hindi ako
At nagpapasalamat ako sa Kanya
Na patuloy akong binabago.
Hindi kasi ako perpekto,
Hindi rin perpekto ang pag-ibig ko sayo.
At may takot akong mahalin ka,
Pero sa pag-ibig Niya,
**Naroon pala ako.
Napakabuti ni Lord.
nothing can be sacred
as Holy War yet wages
If
God is Dead
it is ONLY because
WE drove HIM to SUICIDE
(...and who could blame Him?)

...and if
Satan is King
it is ONLY because
WE built HIS THRONE and CROWNED HIM
(...and who could blame Him?)
Welcome back,
After a brief impromptu hiatus.
072416 #Entry

Naisip kong magnakaw,
Magnakaw ng tingin.
Pagkat ramdam ko
Ang bigat na tangan ng pagkatao.

Alam kong nabibigla ka
Sa sunud-sunod na pagsubok.
Bagamat nais kang yakapin,
Idaraan na lamang sa panalangin.

Kayanin natin kahit mabigat,
Kahit mahirap
At kahit maulap ang daan.
Kayanin natin
Pagkat *buhay ay di atin.
Oo, alam ko na. Pero hindi mo alam na alam ko. Kaya kahit ako'y tiyak sa pag-ibig ko sayo, hindi ko magawang akbayayin ang paghihirap mo.
072716

Sometimes, I get confused w/ life's bearings
How to verify Your location
And how to conform to Your standards.

Sometimes, I found myself disoriented.
But whenever I change my route,
You're already ahead of me –The date of approval
Became as accurate as who You are.

You're the Compass of my True North,
And so You set my boundary lines,
You have set me apart –
Subdividing those aggregates & compartments in me.

I wanna get lost only in Your arms,
And never will I get lost again.
"as far as the east is from the west, so far does he remove our transgressions from us." - Psalm 103:12 (ESV)
 Jul 2016
Nishu Mathur
Dreams are made of chocolate huts
With burgundy windows, cherry **** doors
Sweet icing on cream layered roofs
Almond -walnut -caramel floors

Dreams are made of iris and jasmine 
Jacarandas lined in purple rows
Tree blossoms in clustered cobs
Petals that dance like a ballerina's toes

Dreams are made of fern green forests
Oakwood trees  that cast a spell 
A  gossamer web of magic and charm
The music of clinking coins in a wishing well

Dreams are made of cerulean skies
Contrails of clouds in ivory snow
Violet mystic misty mountains
A  tangerine orb riding a rainbow

Dreams are made of romance laced nights
A golden peach vanilla moon
Venus lighting, igniting,love's fire
The silhouette  of love in rain soaked June

Dreams are made of turquoise seas
Calm waters stroked by gentle waves
Or enticed by the charm of a midsummer night
Waters that heavenly Cynthia craves

Dreams are made of silk and satin
Dappled with reds, greens and blues
But the dreams that I love to dream the most
Are all the dreams made of you
Written about 2 years ago
 Jul 2016
SG Holter
I adore the way the
Presence of a toddler; little

Diaper steps from something to
Something else

Softens the eyes of grandmothers
Smiling between themselves

Remembering their grown
Children

As not.
Paper-skin hands

Veins of deepest ancient blue
Holding love so old

For small things.
New things.

Fresh, little human being
Royalty in our eyes.

Commanding
Without knowing.

Heart itself on two
Tiny legs.
072116 #Psalm74&77


Who's roaring in power?
Who's fighting our every battle?
Who's the Great "I Am"?
Everyone who has breath, praise the Lord!

You're beauty we've never seen,
But isn't He the Most Beautiful?
And so He shouts, "Move!" --
"Move from defeat to victory!"

His final breath is now alive in us.
What a powerful Name!
He says, "My child, arise,
I have risen, isn't it more than enough?"
"He is not here, for he has risen, as he said. Come, see the place where he lay." - Matthew 28:6 (ESV)

There's no greater joy than to feel God's embrace as He dwells in us. Sometimes, we stop searching; sometimes, we become impatient. Sometimes, we simply entertain our so-called "great loss," and even denies what's the cost of the Cross.

If the enemy's words aren't lies, why're we still in pain? We're only secured in Christ; no need to pretend we're strong enough. Yes, lies hurt but the Truth will truly set us free. Hope is in Christ and has become our anthem -- to sing a new song each day.

And that power that raised Christ from death: it's more than magic, more than we could ever imagine. It has never been a trick. And as we've experienced the cross, we can never ever unlearn that genuine love of God for us. And so we need His presence for us to know His will - to see the place where He'll bring us to.

Thank God, for we can endure. Writing this down, oh.. Lord, thank You for who You are! In Jesus' Name, Amen! Amen!

(Thinking of those unforgettable faces I met as I walk with my Jer. 1:7 L.V. Sometimes, God sends people to us; sometimes, the other way around. Strangers who gave us quality materials to be firm in Christ. I love you all in Jesus' Name!)
08:18AM #ToSite

Bagamat ako'y bulag
Sa mundong puno ng sawing imahinasyon,
Patuloy Kitang titingalain.
Ihahagis ko sa Langit ang mga kamay
At bahagyang tatakpan ang paningin
Nang masilayan ang iyong kariktan.

Nakasisilaw ang Iyong Liwanag,
Sabayan pa ng nagbagong-bihis na liriko
Ng mapang-akit na sansinukob.
Bagkus, ako'y mananatiling walang kibo
Kahit nahihingal pati ang puso
Sa paghihintay Sa'yo.

Muli akong aalukin
Ng mala-piyestang pangarap,
Siyang babandila sa espasyong
Puno ng takot sa kinabukasan.

Ang mga banderitas sa Kalye,
Walang sawang tumatakip sa Iyong katanyagan.
Ngunit hindi Ka kumukupas,
Di gaya ng laos na musikang
Hindi na tipo ng makabagong henerasyon.

Hinuha ko ang lente
Makuha lamang ang matatamis **** ngiti.
At sa bawat eksena'y hindi ako pakukurap
Sa mga alikabok na namumuwing,
Silang nililok para ako'y patirin.

Naglantad ang klimsa
Ng kakaiba nitong anyo.
Kaya't sumanib ang sining
Na tila iba ang maestro.
Puso ko'y kinatok
Pagkat ito'y tumitirapa
Sa bawat lasong kumikislap,
Siyang sinasaboy
Ng mahiwagang mga kamay.

Ako'y nagpahele sa Iyong misteryo
Hanggang sa naging kalmado
Buhat sa likas **** pag-irog.

Bumungad sa akin
Ang Liwanag na gaya ng dati.
Nakasisilaw, bagkus suot ko na ang pananggalang
Masilayan ka lamang
Kahit saglit lamang.
071816 #3:50PM #Rob

Ipapadyak kanilang mga paa
Walang lihim na ngiti,
Tapat lamang at tunay ang pagbahagi.

Siyang may kulay ang mga pisngi
Kaya't hindi sawi ang pagsaboy ng kahulugan.
Hinayaan nilang umagos nang kusa
Kahit napapagal ang tila may lakas na katauhan.

Hindi matatawaran
Ang pagsuyo ng tunay na galak
At sa kabila ng kanilang kamusmusan,
Alam na alam nilang ito'y tiyak.
(Nakakakita ako ng tatlong mga bata. Nakakatuwa't bakas sa mukha nila ang tawanan habang angkas ang dalawa ng tila nakatatanda sa kanila. Minsan lang maging bata, ako'y nabihag ng tunay na ligaya ng kamusmusan.)
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