An artist has as usual
a too big soul
never a too big ego
the soul is very sensitive
different than the average artist
since this is about POETRY
then the soul of this Artist is soft and tender
for both gender
all the same
no, this is no game
why do you ask me each time the same?
the name of the game or the name of the play
I am just telling about the Artist's SOUL, if I may....




© Sylvia Frances Chan
Saturday 15th March 2014
17.11 hrs p.m. W.E.Time

"...from dust thou art..."

It was one peaceful evening we were having,
ruined by a message; distasteful and disturbing,
a misunderstanding? no, never had been..
.but it had always been the easy way out...
it was an overflow of misunderstood courage...
someone  shouldn't have had the face,
but really had the chutzpah to reach out...
one that stood up to the last moment
to gird, to break, to wreck.....and won...
to be...to feel they belong,
this, could be allowed no longer...
this must...has got to stop...

here comes the CLOAK of non-acceptance,
it quickly spreads overhead,
but repugnance PERFORATES!

to be duped anew,
ah, brings back to life old hatred,
for those who think they know better,
but never again, to swim in bad blood...
feelings to be repeatedly exploited,
this, can no longer be allowed....
this...has got to stop...

ashes that were hidden,
ashes that were forbidden,
ashes i didn't feel like seeing
an urn of ashes i firmly refused to hold,
ashes i firmly refused to be anywhere near me.
and now, they suddenly ask,
where to take the forsaken urn?
they can just pollute the river
let the ashes flow with the current...
or, be indifferently blown by the wind
atop a mountain...
for God's sake, why not just buy a vault for the urn?
give the ashes the much-needed peace it longed for..
and let those who were once denied and deprived,
have their own share of much needed peace...

ashes may be carried away
by the sea or the wind---
but there's only one known place:
to the ground we all go,
cremated or otherwise...
so, why fuss on where the ashes should go?
"From dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return."


   Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan


Biblical quote, from Genesis 3:19*'
"Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return."

She is looked at not as an object,
Not at all a means to please him,
But as the life producing mother.

She has faced no physical abuse,
Not any sort of emotional either,
But respected if not worshipped.

She looks happily in the mirror,
Not to find her mascara ruined,
But admires it & longs for tears.

She stands as equals with them,
Not as assistant but participant,
But equally women & men live.

She also eats dinner at the table,
Not just serving them everyday,
But also relishing food he cooks.

She shares a new equal dignity,
Not fearing any ****** or teaser,
But cared for who she is to him.

She is content with spirituality,
Not praying only the male God,
But also aware of His Mother...

Change The Inner You

When you look back at your life
If you don't like the view
Then you must look within yourself
And change the inner you

Change the way you see yourself
With all the things you do
Give yourself a different look
A different point of view

Show a side that's seldom seen
And allow for something new
Create your own reflection
And do it just for you

It is only when you're honest
With what you see inside
That you create the image
Of what's seen within your eyes

When you look back at your life
If you don't like the view
Then you must look within yourself
And change the inner you

Carl Joseph Roberts