virgin heart-by penloverfool/satjr.

August 16th, 2008 by pinkcancer

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I am afraid of love; I am hesitant to love now and tomorrow,

Because, sometimes love goes hand in hand with pain, sacrifice, suffering and sorrow.

It is highly deceptive, paradoxically life - encouraging,

However, in other times death - advocating.

Frequently it offers fallacious ecstasy,

Ambiguous, obfuscated emotions, leading to misery.

It clouds the wisdom of the sage and steals the spirit of the prudent,

Weakens the body of the strong and hardens the heart of the benevolent.

It changes the avaricious to being generous and transforms the charitable to being greedy,

Compels the poor to become wealthy and drives the affluent to become needy.

I borrow the concept of Aristotelian virtues as variable of life influenced by love greatly,

I scrutinize and realize that love’s venom diminishes the courage of the brave, or makes him foolhardy.

To the temperate, it affects licentiousness or insensibility,

To the liberal, causes prodigality or illiberality,

To the magnificent, urges meanness or vulgarity,

To the magnanimous, induces inferiority or vanity,

To the determined surprisingly pushes depression,

But in other moments, it thrusts illusion.

It inculcates impassivity or irascibility to the gentlest,

And bestows depreciation or boastfulness to the honest,

It promotes boorishness or buffoonery to the witty,

Evokes quarrelsomeness or obsequiousness to the friendly.

To the modest, it develops bashfulness or shamelessness,

And most of all, to righteous indignation, brings envy or maliciousness.

Generally, love snatches the moderation of these virtues, replaces them with vices of deficiency or excess.

From all of these, therefore, I meticulously deduce, oftentimes in love there is really no justice,

And to majority of its zealots it is obviously unfair,

Some celebrate while others weep, some embrace laughter while others feel despair.

Love blinds the eyes so clear,

And deafens the astute ears.

It turns the eloquent tongue into dumb,

And converts the sensitive skin into numb.

Alas! The worst of all stupefies clever consciousness,

And suddenly engulfs it into a tunnel of wilderness.

Love is an exquisite flower with obnoxious odor,

A marvelous rainbow governed by tragic color.

It is a fresh spring that seems to quench the thirst,

Yet when you start to drink it, a sweet poison will burst,

Resembles road that waves hope to a desolate wanderer,

Nevertheless, as he explores it, a cliff of maelstrom will appear.

At first you’re in paradise dancing with the fairies,

Later, you’re in Hades, mourning, full of worries.

However, I am human and love is part of life,

I have to pass this struggle without the aid of knife.

I must submit my purest soul someday to someone else;

I should prepare my sassy heart to clanging sound of bells.

The Bible says, if I’ve not loved, it profits me nothing,

Indeed, my confused pristine heart should seek love’s true meaning,

But who will be my savior to extinguish my fears?

The one who can assure I’ll not shed lonely tears?

Is there a mortal who can teach me that genuine love is kind?

If yes, then shackles of my virgin heart will begin to unbind.

Will she be my source of fortitude to face love’s ups and downs?

Make me a king because of love and place on my head a crown?

Zealously, I cast my wish to meet someone along the way,

A perfect gift form heaven who will make my blue heart gay.

I also pray for vigor to outlive the tests of love,

To pacify the rapid beating of my queer heart’s unsullied throb.

The tempest and the turmoil, may I triumphantly sustain,

My dignity and honor, may I victoriously maintain.

I want my dreadful judgment of love to fade away,

Replace with optimism of love in splendid way.

But still, love must only be the slave and I must be the master,

My willpower should surpass love; I should be the controller.

Although I know there are some falls and failures will sprout,

Yet I will fight to survive these until the light comes out.

I will be bold to accept love no matter how difficult it is,

I will endure tribulations so that I finally find the bliss.

Lastly, I beg Almighty God to grant me real serenity,

So that, I can enjoy pure love from now until eternity.

what samuel means?

August 13th, 2008 by pinkcancer
What Samuel Means
You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.
You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.
You don’t always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don’t have as much going for them as you do.

You are usually the best at everything … you strive for perfection.
You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.
You have the classic "Type A" personality.

You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.
You master any and all skills easily. You don’t have to work hard for what you want.
You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you’ll knock down anyone who gets in your way!

You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.
And because you’re so lucky, you don’t really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.
You’re sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.
You are light hearted and accepting. You don’t get worked up easily.
Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.

MASBATE/MY PROVINCE

July 24th, 2007 by pinkcancer

an acrostic by penloverfool/satjr.

Majestic province, lovely paradise

    Home of the golden, marvelous sunrise

Adorable clouds and the lofty sky

    Proclaim your grandeur with delightful cry

Scintillating seas that embrace your shore

    Enhance the beauty of your vast nature

Bountiful harvest of your mighty plains

    Unites with the gift of your rich mountains

Astonishing place of dignified men

    Immense hopes and dreams bloom in your garden

Testimony of such rustic splendor

    Our inspiration, fountain of valor

Ever beloved, Masbate province

    Thanks for the joy of your magnificence!

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THE FOOL OF DIMASALANG-by penloverfool/satjr.

May 25th, 2007 by pinkcancer

Don’t you know that he’s the pink butterfly,
Exploring the world as wind’s passing by?
He can dance with the sun, can kiss the moon above.
He can count all the stars; he’s the master of love.

Don’t you know that fairies are his ardent playmates?
They sonorously chant the verses of the greats.
Their playground is over the stupendous rainbow,
Where secrets are hidden of the next tomorrow.

Don’t you know that at night, succubus visits him?
She caresses his body with so lustful flame.
While in his sober sleep, she uses the slim chance,
To corrupt his manhood that will hurl her in trance.

Don’t you know that the earth is only a wild dream?
All these are sheer illusion, all these are just shame!
For this fool, he alone is “the reality”.
All creations are concealed with obscurity.

Don’t you know that his breath brings life to the flowers?
His pink tears quench their thirst like rain when it showers.
But most of all, don’t you know that the reality of this fool,
Is only a quaint imagination and it’s not real at all?

THE FREE VERSE OF THE PINK BUTTERFLY-by penloverfool/satjr.

May 9th, 2007 by pinkcancer

The covetous sky commands again the submissive clouds

To spread over the ceiling of the earth
So that the flowers will be deprived of the sunlight
Then, the lovely petals will just slumber amidst the gloomy meadow
The buds will not bloom and eventually they will wither,
And the rain will wash away their beauty
Oh what a sorrowful scene!
Thunder tremors the paradise of the pink butterfly.
Lightning savages the splendor of its garden,
And extracts its pink tears.
The tears flow with the pitiless rain,
And the world is flooded with somnolence.
There is no reason for the pink butterfly to roam around.
It can only cry its pink tears,
For the entire universe will weep with it.
All will mourn because its paradise was ruptured.
Then, there will be no redolence of the pink roses,
Only the scent of death will be there
And, the pink tears of the pink butterfly will fall forever!
Oh what a melancholic pink butterfly!

DIMASALANG/ MY HOMELAND (satjr.)

December 9th, 2006 by pinkcancer
Dear Dimasalang, pacific cradle
    Of illustrious and brilliant people.
In your rich garden of bliss and beauty,
    Everyone can feel pure tranquility.
Memories of you will never depart
    Oh pristine haven you’ll stay in my heart!
Amidst the triumph and jubilation
    You certainly serve my inspiration
Stars and moon above, that glitter your sky
    Declare your splendor with a joyful cry
Angels protect you from evil and harm
    Bestow your settlers with goodness and charm
Lustrous paradise, homeland of the greats
    To you I’ll offer all my greatest deeds
Always praise and thank, deeply glorify
    Our dear Creator, Holy God on High!
Never be afraid, Heaven is your guide
    Love humility, take away your pride
Go and reach your dream, town that I adore
    Dear Dimasalang, shine forevermore!
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GO ON BROTHER!!!

December 9th, 2006 by pinkcancer

 

 I can still reminisce when we were young
We have shared eminent laughter and fun
The quarrels and the wars were gone
They’d been memories under the sun
 
Mama’s enchanting lullabies and hymns
And Papa’s tales of noble knights and kings
Whispering voices and great joy, they bring
Perhaps, only remind us every spring
 
Now that you’ve gone far and miles away
Please don’t forget our yesterday
The crazy games we used to play
For in my pure heart they would stay
 
So, my dear brother, listen to this
It is your presence we truly miss
And if I’d be given an invaluable wish
It’s to become a child again to feel the bliss
 
Amidst the roaring storms and tide
Don’t be afraid, face it with pride
Lift up your head and never hide
For Jesus is there at your side
 
Whether it’s a bright lightning sparkling
Or a very loud thunder resounding
Don’t be bothered, continue praying
God is so good; he keeps on watching.
 
For if you cry our tears will flow
And when you’re glad our soul will glow
We will be there to let you know
How much we really love you so
 
For your sad defeat is ours too
And your success is ours; also.
If you fall, we’ll receive the blow
Because we care, that’s how we show
 
Go on and sail beneath the skies!
Extend your wings; learn how to fly
And when you reach the heavens, high
Give thanks to God, and glorify
 
Be brave move on, discover, and explore!
Direct your mighty ship to every shore
Your sufferings and endeavor
Surely, will grant a wider door.
 

I made this poem on  May 15, 2000 to convey my gratitude to my brother, Andro, who was a scholar at that time in  Cyprus.
       
After his studies and trainings, he served as an apprentice for international ship navigation. During those times, I and my sister, Claire, were in college, and our two younger brothers; Brian was in high school, and Seth, the youngest was in elementary. Kuya together with Ate (a nurse) supported our parents (both teachers with meager income) for our schooling. Since I really had nothing to offer for my dear brother’s sacrifice, I composed a poem for him. Currently, He is a professional officer in-charge, and it is not impossible that someday; Kuya will become a ship captain for his profession (Maritime Transportation).
 
I genuinely appreciate my beloved parents, my Ate and Kuya, and also my other three siblings for their efforts to make us proud to belong in our family. Claire now is a licensed pharmacist in the Philippines and is presently preparing for her licensure in the United   States of America. Brian is trainee in an architectural firm and Seth is a graduating Information Technology student. Lastly, because of God’s blessing, I became a registered Physical Therapist in the  Philippines and in Maryland and Illinois, USA. Right now, I am working in one of the structured and departmentalized rehabilitation facilities here in the USA.

20 ‘CANS OF SUCCESS’

October 14th, 2005 by pinkcancer

*from ‘gentle breeze’ of Nelly Favis-Villafuerte of Manila Bulletin (adapted from "victory over darkness" of Dr. Neil Anderson)

1. Why should I say I can’t when the Bible says I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength? (Philippians 4:13)

2. Whys should I lack when I know that God shall supply all my needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus? (Philippians 4:19)

3. Why should I fear when the Bible says God has not given me a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind? (2 Timothy 1:7)

4. Why should I lack faith to fulfill my calling knowing that God has allotted to me a measure of faith? (Romans 12:3)

5. Why should I be weak when the Bible says that the Lord is the strength of my life and that I will display strength and take action because I know God? (Psalm 27:1, Daniel 11:32)

6. Why should I allow Satan supremacy over my life when He that is in me is greater than he that is in the world? (1 John 4:4)

7. Why should I accept defeat when the Bible says that God always leads me in triumph? (2 Corinthians 2:14)

8. Why should I lack wisdom when Christ became wisdom to me from God and God gives wisdom to me generously when I ask Him for it? (1 Corinthians 1:30, James 1:5)

9. Why should I be depressed when I can recall minding God’s having kindness, compassion, and faithfulness and having hope? (Lamentations 3:21-230)

10. Why should I worry and fret when I can cast all my anxiety on Christ who cares for me? (1 Peter 5:7)

11. Why should I ever be in bondage knowing that there is liberty where the Spirit of the Lord is? (Galatians 5:1)

12. Why should I feel condemned when the Bible says I am in Christ? (Romans 8:1)

13. Why should I feel alone when Jesus said He is with me always and He will never leave me or forsake me? (Matthew 28:20, Hebrews 13:5)

14. Why should I feel accursed or that I am the victim of bad luck when the Bible says that Christ redeemed me from the curse of the law that I might receive His spirit? (Galatians 3:13-14)

15. Why should I be discontented when, like Paul, can learn to be content in all m circumstances? (Philippians 4:11)

16. Why should I feel worthless when Christ became sin on my behalf that I might become the righteousness of God in Him? (2 Corinthians 5:21)

17. Why should I have a persecution complex knowing that nobody can be against me when God is for me? (Romans 8:3)

18. Why should I be confused when God is the author of peace and He gives me knowledge through His indwelling Spirit? (1 Corinthians 14:13, 2:12)

19. Why should I feel like a failure when I am a conqueror in all things through Christ? (Romans 8:37)

20. Why should I let the pressures of life bother me when I can take courage knowing that Jesus has overcome the world and its tribulations? (John 16:33)

THE PSALM OF THE MISERABLE-by penloverfool/satjr.

August 11th, 2005 by pinkcancer

In the middle of the darkness, I am despondently sobbing,

Begging, vociferating because of enormous suffering.

Nobody accompanies me except my own shadow,

Not even one to share my yokes that constantly grow and grow.

My current situation is certainly miserable,

Betrayed by the world, like withering tree in fall,

I am only a poor slave before the eyes of the earth,

I do not have imposing value and what you call intrinsic worth.

Now, my eyes are swelling from incessant crying,

My heart is constricting and it is somewhat thinning.

To the outer space, my soul wants to fly freely,

I cannot bear the load anymore, which is truly heavy.

Why is it that there is torment in our society?

Can’t it be possible to be always happy?

Why is it that there are tears because of infernal bitterness?

Can’t it be possible to have perpetual smile of sweetness?

Why is it that in our life, surprisingly there are more thorns,

Than the leaps of delight and cheer of blowing horns?

Why is it that there are more decrepit and winding terrains,

Than harmless and tranquil roads, free from vacillations and pain?

My mind is now exhausted from profound contemplation

Of this gamut of vicissitudes, peeping without caution,

Why things are like this? Why things are like that?

Can’t they be just like this? Can’t they be just like that?

From the ultimate depth of my firm observance,

Rain pours, kisses me, and flings on me perfidious glance.

It yanks me ruthlessly to the lake of my sorrow,

But I struggle hard since I yearn to witness tomorrow.

The coldness permeates the deepest part of my bone,

I dream of someone to embrace me, however, I am alone.

Earnestly, I strive to fight in order to survive from drowning,

Yet, nobody’s here to reach his hand for me to cling.

I am adjacent to the jaws of misfortune,

Death is waiting to engulf me, inducing down emotion.

But, I recall of someone else whom I can surely depend on,

“Jesus Christ the Son of God”, celestial gift of true salvation.

The world becomes effulgent as I see him approaching down,

Then He takes my weary hand and casts away its frown.

He carries me so tenderly and tightly wraps me with his arms,

Wipes out my tears, touches my face, and brings out again its previous charms.

He gently smiles, kisses my forehead, and leaves there a mark of care,

Then He declares that in my heart, forevermore He will be there.

He guarantees devotedly to protect me from day to day,

To extend His palm in every time I need Him to clear my way.

He will not change until the end because His love is pure,

Just open the door of your cold heart, and He will come for sure.

That’s why He willingly accepted to die on the cross with agony,

Because, all He fervently wanted was to redeem us from misery.

His “sacred heart” eternally burns genuine flame of compassion,

Its luster indefatigably enlivens every generation.

His words confer enlightenment season after season,

That all consequences we meet have a divine reason.

The carrying of our own cross is just a humble manner,

To reinforce our fading faith, and to revive its radiance brighter,

This will mend all forms of wound that always bring grueling pain,

And this will direct to acme of felicity’s grandiose gain.

KRUS-by penloverfool/satjr.

August 11th, 2005 by pinkcancer

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Sa tunga san kaduluman adi ako nagabakho,

Naga-agrangay, nagasiyak sa kasakit na dako.

Wara ako sin kaupod kundi sadiri na anino,

Wara man lang sin kabayaw sa kabug-at na pas-an ko.

An akon kamutangan isad na makalulu-oy,

Gintalikdan san mundo baga’n tikamatay na kahoy.

Sa huna san kadamuan ako gayud uripon,

Wara kuno sin kantidad an akon kaugalingon.

An mata ko naghubag na sa wa’n udong na pag-tangis,.

An dughan ko nagpi-ot na kag baga na an nagnipis.

An kalag ko tikalupad na gayud sa panganoron,

Kay pagti-os na baktut-baktot, baga’n di’ na kakayahon.

Nano ba kay may pag-ugtas didi sa aton kinab-an?

Di’ ba gayud mahimo na pirmi lang kalipayan?

Nano ba kay may luha tungod sa mga kapait?

Di’ ba pwede na puro lang paghiyom sa mga kanamit?

Nano ba kay mas damo sin tunok ini na buhay,

Kontra sa mga paglumpat sa kasadya kag kalipay?

Nano ba kay mas labaw an limba-ongon na agihan,

Kontra sa mahayahay kag trangkilo na dalan?

Nahangog na an utak ko san paniguro’n kaiisip,

Sani na mga bagay-bagay na sige’n sinudip-sudip.

Nano man ba kay sugad sani? Nano man ba kay sugad sana?

Nano kay dili pwede ini? Nano kay dili pwede ina?

Sa kahidaluman sani’n kontemplasyon,

Bumunok an uran, humarok sa akon.

Gin-anod ako sa lam-aw san kamunduan,

Nagpongak-pongak ‘tawon kay wara’n matagalan.

Aduy!, an katugnaw dulot na sa akon bukog,

Kairo!, wara man lang sa tungod ko’n makakup-kop.

Nagkapa-kapa ako kag hapit na gayud malumos,

Kaya lang wa’ man sin makabulig sa akon tulos.

Apiki na gayud ako sa baba san kamalasan,

Nagahulat, naganga-nga tutunlon san kamatayan.

Aw nano man kay may tawo ako na nadumduman!,

Makabulig, makahatag sa akon sin kaligtasan.

Pumawa an kalibutan kag nakita ko Siya,

Ginhuyutan an kamot ko na maluya-luya na.

Ginkugos Niya ako kag gingakos sin maaayo,

Pinahidan an luha kag hinapuhap an bayhon ko.

Matam-is na nagtawa, humarok sa akon agtang,

Ginsabihan Niya ako na di’ ta ikaw papabay-an!

Adi Ako nagabantay sadto, yana, kag hasta na lang,

Idada-op an palad Ko san-o mo man kinahanglan.

Dili Ako magabag-o kay ungod an pagkamu-ot,

Abrihi lang an puso mo kag Ako magasulod.

Kaya ngani binaton Ko an pagpapako sa krus,

Kay gusto Ko kamo tanan sa kasal-an matubos.

An puso Ko nagalaad an kalu-oy sa iyo tanan,

Dili gayud mapaparong, wara ini’n kahumanan.

Sa Iya mga surmaton an isip ko na-abrihan,

Nabaton ko na an tanan didi sa duta may dahilan.

An pagpas-an gali san krus isad na paagi lang,

Na an pagtuod sumarig kag magbunga’n kaayuhan.

Amo inin’n makabulong san tanan na kasakitan,

Nagagiya sa maliputok na porma san kalipayan.