Word really do have power.

Words really do have power. I like this poem because it points that out. Too many jaded academic poets have lost sight of that. You'd think as poets they would know better, but strangely enough they don't (or worse, they don't care.) Hopefully we'll never have that problem. On a side note -- Stephen King wrote a book called "On Writing." While I'm not a huge fan of his stuff (I like some), this particular book stands out, and in it he asks the fundamental question "what is writing?" In my mind he gave the perfect answer: "Telepathy, of course." At first I thought he was just being funny, but on reflection I realized that it was quite profound. It's a lesson the entire Internet could stand to learn.

Some few in that, but Numbers err in this,
Ten Censure wrong for one who Writes amiss;
A Fool might once himself alone expose,
Now One in Verse makes many more in Prose.
-- Alexander Pope

After flattering me with the guidance of The Mr. Walter Whitman, the above message made me realize that my blogs are my hobby no more, they reach out to people. And I learn so much from them. Indeed, Mr. Moribund is right, "Words really do have power." And as long that I can find some words, I will continue to write.

Thank you too to Aart Hilal for leaving your comment and inviting me in Coelho's circle. I visited his blog and subscribed in his newsletter. And so with "The Warrior of Light" (I haven't started reading it though, but it is in my reading list of "soon to be read").

God speed everyone!

And hope you continue reading my blogs. I welcome your comments with much enthusiasm.

"One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes."

Familiar with the lines?

I'll keep you guessing if you're not. So just read on…

Life space.

I have heard a lot of this term in my four years in Psychology. It didn't stop there. The more I encountered these two meaningful words when I went to graduated college. And more of it, I use in my analyses during my counseling sessions. Though I must say, with all honesty, I'm not an expert in uncovering such. Just a little bit!

But what do these two short words mean?

First, let us define life.

Life means, according to my Microsoft Encarta is existence in the physical world. It also refers to the whole duration of one's being able to breath, take in food, adapt to the environment, grow and reproduce. It may also refer to the period during which something continues to function. And it denotes a way of living characteristic of a particular group or individual.

Secondly, let's take a closer look at the meaning of space.

Space refers to the region that lies beyond the Earth's atmosphere, and all that it contains. Thus, it also implies the region, usually of negligible density, between all celestial bodies in the universe. In addition, it can also mean the unbounded three-dimensional expanse in which all matter exists.

Putting both meaning to a more psychological perspective in defining life space, it is the bounded (Not unbounded, you have to take not of that. Because a person's life is ruled by rights where one's rights end as another's rights begin.) expanse in which a person or an individual functions, such that, all his/her personal experiences (exclusively his/hers) and other unique or distinctive characteristics absolute in him/her with all their dynamic make-up influences, controls, motivates and shapes his/her behavior, activities, thoughts, beliefs, philosophies, points of view, feelings, and all other endowment of being human.

Correct me if I am wrong because the meaning I just shared with you came from my own understanding as I get it and as I use it in my everyday practice. Anyway, this is an interactive blog. You can throw shots at me if you wish to. Just be gentle, all right!? I'm quite sensitive you, know. Argh!

But how is this in any way connected in my book review?

Have you read or heard about The Little Prince by Antoine De Saint-Exupery?

Well, this is all about it. I first saw the book from high school but didn't pay attention to even just skim read it. When I was in college, Vanessa, a close friend, mentioned it to me. Saying it is a wonderful book. She was talking about the stars (Well, I presumed she talks about it because she has a fetish on stars. I didn't know it is in any way linked to her Little Prince.) and give remarks on "what-is-essential-is-invisible-to-the-eye" stuff. "Hell, well!", I said, "Whatever!"

I came across it the next time when I watched with my family a Filipino movie where Angel Locsin received an old book from her secret admirer, that is, Richard Guttierez, entitled The Little Prince. Since then, I told myself, "What in the world is with The Little Prince that sensible people like Vanessa and Richard (the actor in his character, well, I don't know in person…) likes the book? What's in the book?" so I thought, I have to have a copy of the book. So after three years of watching the movie, thirteen years away from college, and seventeen years from high school (don't compute my age)… that soon, (Hehehehe!) that I got the chance to have a copy of the book.

Okay, enough for the recollection… let's get to business.

The Little Prince. Life space. "One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes."

First scene: The writer, when he was six, has drawn a boa constrictor which ate a whole elephant. The grown-ups around him laughed at his drawing, saying it wasn't a snake, but a hat. He stopped drawing since then.

Lesson: The simplicity of a child sometimes speaks more of than what adults can. In other words, don't show your drawings to dumb grown-ups!

Second scene: The Little Prince was talking about baobabs, a kind of tree that grows too big for his planet that it can explode his planet into pieces if it is not uprooted upon its recognition that it is a baobab.

Lesson: Any bad habit starts as an exciting little adventure, that when you get to like it, it fits deep into your system like strong roots and it becomes difficult for you to unlearn it. In short, stop experimenting, there is a term called vicarious learning.

Third scene: A little planet occupied by a seemingly monarch who thinks he rules the stars and everything that inhabits his planet, where there is none that he knows of.

Lesson: Grown-ups are sometimes like that, they feel as if they have already mastered everything that they can manipulate everything, including other people. They have forgotten that authority is based first of all upon reason – reason that is morality-based, acceptable in other words, and seeks the good for not just one but for the majority, including both living and non-living things. Just a warning – "These people are dangerous!"

Fourth scene: The Little Prince moved in to the second planet which is inhabited by a very vain man who assumes every other creature is his admirer when the only creature in his planet is himself.

Lesson: Sometimes, I mean, more often that sometimes, man becomes too proud of himself that he forgets the terms "consideration" and "respect". My message, "Get real!"

Fifth scene: The third planet is inhabited by a drunkard who drinks because he feels depressed and ashamed of himself because he drinks too much.

Lesson: Man becomes so filthy. Their smuttiness more often than not is because of their own wrong doing. Simply put it, "Grown-ups are really very, very strange."

Sixth scene: The fourth planet belonged to a businessman who assumes he owns the stars because he thought of owning them first and he can put them in a bank by counting how many stars are there, writing the number in a piece of paper and keeping the paper in his drawer.

Lesson: Argh! A waste of time. Wasted life. Adults usually invest much of their effort doing not so sensible things. And they assume they do it because they are serious people. Oh come on!

Seventh scene: The fifth planet was rather extra small with a lamp and a lamplighter which is too absurd to be there because the sun shines and sets every minute, there is no need for an artificial light.

Lesson: People become so preoccupied with something they don't need. They just wake up one day, there life is almost over, but they haven't done a single act with meaning in their life. In short, "Damn!"

I think, I have to cut it from here. My review is so long, you might get bored. But I promise to continue next week. I'll give you time to digest the lessons you have to learn. For the meantime, well, I mean, I just realized, The Little Prince is very short compared to other books I already read, but the sure thing is, it's very good. Really-really good! I advice you get a copy of your own if you haven't got hold of it yet.

Walt Whitman

Born on May 31, 1819, Walt Whitman was the second son of Walter Whitman, a housebuilder, and Louisa Van Velsor. The family, which consisted of nine children, lived in Brooklyn and Long Island in the 1820s and 1830s. At the age of twelve Whitman began to learn the printer's trade, and fell in love with the written word. Largely self-taught, he read voraciously, becoming acquainted with the works of Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, and the Bible. Whitman worked as a printer in New York City until a devastating fire in the printing district demolished the industry. In 1836, at the age of 17, he began his career as teacher in the one-room school houses of Long Island. He continued to teach until 1841, when he turned to journalism as a full-time career. He founded a weekly newspaper, Long-Islander, and later edited a number of Brooklyn and New York papers. In 1848, Whitman left the Brooklyn Daily Eagle to become editor of the New Orleans Crescent. It was in New Orleans that he experienced at first hand the viciousness of slavery in the slave markets of that city.

On his return to Brooklyn in the fall of 1848, he founded a "free soil" newspaper, the Brooklyn Freeman, and continued to develop the unique style of poetry that later so astonished Ralph Waldo Emerson. In 1855, Whitman took out a copyright on the first edition of Leaves of Grass, which consisted of twelve untitled poems and a preface. He published the volume himself, and sent a copy to Emerson in July of 1855. Whitman released a second edition of the book in 1856, containing thirty-three poems, a letter from Emerson praising the first edition, and a long open letter by Whitman in response. During his subsequent career, Whitman continued to refine the volume, publishing several more editions of the book.

At the outbreak of the Civil War, Whitman vowed to live a "purged" and "cleansed" life. He wrote freelance journalism and visited the wounded at New York-area hospitals. He then traveled to Washington, D.C. in December 1862 to care for his brother who had been wounded in the war. Overcome by the suffering of the many wounded in Washington, Whitman decided to stay and work in the hospitals. Whitman stayed in the city for eleven years. He took a job as a clerk for the Department of the Interior, which ended when the Secretary of the Interior, James Harlan, discovered that Whitman was the author of Leaves of Grass, which Harlan found offensive. Harlan fired the poet.

Whitman struggled to support himself through most of his life. In Washington he lived on a clerk's salary and modest royalties, and spent any excess money, including gifts from friends, to buy supplies for the patients he nursed. He had also been sending money to his widowed mother and an invalid brother. From time to time writers both in the states and in England sent him "purses" of money so that he could get by.

In the early 1870s, Whitman settled in Camden, where he had come to visit his dying mother at his brother's house. However, after suffering a stroke, Whitman found it impossible to return to Washington. He stayed with his brother until the 1882 publication of Leaves of Grass gave Whitman enough money to buy a home in Camden. In the simple two-story clapboard house, Whitman spent his declining years working on additions and revisions to a new edition of the book and preparing his final volume of poems and prose, Good-Bye, My Fancy (1891). After his death on March 26, 1892, Whitman was buried in a tomb he designed and had built on a lot in Harleigh Cemetery.

A Selected Bibliography

Poetry

Drum Taps (1865)
Good-Bye, My Fancy (1891)
Leaves of Grass (1855)
Leaves of Grass (1856)
Leaves of Grass (1860)
Leaves of Grass (1867)
Leaves of Grass (1870)
Leaves of Grass (1876)
Leaves of Grass (1881)
Leaves of Grass (1891)
Passage to India (1870)
Sequel to Drum Taps (1865)

Prose

Complete Prose Works (1892)
Democratic Vistas (1871)
Franklin Evans; or, The Inebriate (1842)
Memoranda During the War (1875)
November Boughs (1888)
Specimen Days and Collect (1881)

(courtesy of http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/126)

I am a dozen pens

I am a Poet

Silence

I have known silence as God’s time
a chance for Him to say His piece
after we have expressed our litany of wants.

Silence is nature’s expression of Her peace and beauty
of the wondrous unity of atoms
to block the sounds of agony, contempt, injustice and indifference
man has waged against himself.

Silence is the introspection of the soul
to find an alternative venom to extinguish
the wrath of temptation.

But after Mama’s death
silence has developed itself in its cruelest form.
Saying nothing.
Hearing nothing.
And all these hubbub of soundlessness
have suddenly and sickeningly turned into a terror
with all its shape and the feel of it
all its spiky little corners.

This silence is not silence at all…
It signifies death.
Breathing has been defeated.
Surrendered altogether.
And I can hear the expletive-ridden chatter
of my own mourning, mixed with anger.
To what?
For whom?
I really just do not know.

My pain cannot be displaced
by any amount of consolation.
Not then.
Not now.
Not ever.
Losing a mother as beloved as mine
is agonizingly tormenting.

That to me is silence.

Today is Mom's birthday. She's supposed to be celebrating her 51st year as a mortal. We're celebrating it still though -- almost 48 years of existence and for the last three years... in our memories.

(another post in http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/cabanata/)

Time will heal...

• By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
• The Alchemist
• Eleven Minutes
• The Zahir
• The Fifth Mountain
• The Pilgrimage
• The Devil and Miss Prym
• Veronika Decides to Die
• The Valkyries
• Warrior of the Light
• Like the Flowing River
• The Witch of Portobello

These are all book titles. Do they sound so familiar? If not, you are not a certified Paulo Coelho fan.

I am.

The first six books are the ones I have already read. And they are in chronological order as I have read them. The last seven among my list are yet to be read. Not because I don't have a copy. As a matter of fact, they are all sealed in plastic and neatly kept in my bookshelf to shun away the dust that might tarnish their white pretty pages. I haven't read them yet because I still don't have the luxury of time to read them.

The copies?

Of course, I didn't buy them all. I don't have that much money to finance my passion, reading that is (and collecting books). Actually, I didn't buy a single copy. They are gifts. In fact, they are mandatory gifts from my brother Yamoj (Thanks Pogi!). I obliged him to buy me a complete set. Sweet, eh!

Besides Coelho, there's also Sidney Sheldon which I started collecting when I was still in college. They are also obligatory gifts from generous friends who gave the books during my Birthday, Christmas, Valentine's Day, Independence Day, Labor Day, Bonifacio as well as Rizal Day. The covers of which are really vintage looking, including their yellowish pages. I promise to keep them until… until they can stand by me. Of course, the most recent of his books are again from my dearest brother.

• Tell Me Your Dreams
• Morning, Noon and Night
• Naked Face
• Stars Shine Down
• The  Sands of Time
• Doomsday Conspiracy
• Nothing Lasts Forever
• Memories of Midnight
• The Best Laid Plans
• A Stranger in The Mirror
• Windmills of the Gods
• Master of The Game
• Bloodline
• The Sky is Falling
• The Other Side of Midnight
• Rage of Angels
• If Tomorrow Comes

There's also an almost completed set by David Sedaris' satirical blah-blah. I just adore the guy. He, Jessica Zafra and Bob Ong are my inspiration in starting my Tomb Reader stuff, a recollection of significant events in my life, both painful and not so painful, but were spiced up with some funny bits and bobs to make it sound lighter. A "Just for laugh thing".

• Naked
• Dress Your Family in Curdoroy and Denims
• Children Playing Before a Statue of Hercules

Well, as for Bob Ong (Filipino author), I don't have the last copy of his book yet. Guess I have to buy the copy this time because Yamoj was able to read it already through his friend's copy.

• ABNKKBSNPLAko?!
• Bakit Baliktad Magbasa ng Libro ang mga Pilipino
• Ang Paboritong Libro ni Hudas
• Alamat ng Gubat
• Stainless Longganisa       

Jessica Zafra. She's the "simply put it" writer who says it all. Some of her lines (according to Sedaris is not a mortal crime so it's just okay as long as I don't really own it) I use in my prose. I don't have a single copy of her books, but I was able to read them all (and copied some of her ogrely lines). Courtesy of my school's library.

• Manananggal Terrorizes Manila
• Womenagerie
• Twisted 1-7
• Fruitcake
• Chicken Pox for the Soul
• Twisted Flicks             

J.K Rowling's HP series… I keep them all in my shelf. The last of them, still with Yamoj. He hasn't finished reading it just yet.

Lord of the Rings series… I only have Part I.

As for Dan Brown, I have four of his books. Does he have other books other than what I have? Please let me know.

•  Angels and Demons
•  The Da Vinci Code
•  Digital Fortress
•  Deception Point

Lately, I also discovered Mitch Albom and was able to read the following, all courtesy of my school's library. But when I'll have the money, I want to buy my own copy. Just like Zafra's, too.

•  Tuesdays with Morrie
•  The Five People You Meet in Heaven
•  For One More Day (which I only started reading yesterday)

My brother also started reading Joshua Harris' books. Though the books are with me, I still haven't really had the time to skim read their contents.

• I Kissed Dating Goodbye
• Boy Meets Girl

So I still can't say I adore the guy. But when I'd do have the time, after reading all of Coelho's, may be I can post a comment or two. That's if I will have the time. Does it seem obvious, he's not my priority?

I also have a copy of the listed books below.

• I'm with Stupid by Gene Weingarten and Gina Barreca
• Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
• To Kill a Mocking Bird by Harper Lee
• Love Story by Erich Segal
• The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova
• His 'N Hers by Mike Gayle
• The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery (my all time favorite)
• Flipped by Wendelin Van Draanen

What else? If I forgot something, I'll let you know… if it matters.

My wish list… I mean additional wish list (because I already posted sometime ago) I shall post tomorrow or Friday, depending upon my mood to write an entry. Jah!

My reviews will follow, too… Again, if it matters at all.

I hope they do.

The following information was taken from the Sun Star Davao by searching through the net by the blogger, yours truly, Maria. Sana po huwag akong ihabla ng manunulat at ng peryodiko dahil ang abang lingkod ay walang pambayad ng abogado at pampiyansa sa sarili at higit sa lahat, wala talaga akong pera kaya maawa na po kayo. This act is only to reach out to my readers the news of Erap's conviction, pun intended and not an act of disrespect to the intellectual rights of the paper and the author in particular.

Thursday, September 13, 2007
Erap's conviction a warning to Arroyo
By Ben O. Tesiorna and Carlo P. Mallo

THE conviction Wednesday of former president Joseph Ejercito Estrada in the plunder case against him drew mixed reactions from several Dabawenyos.

Compostela Valley Governor Arturo "Chiongkee" Uy said the Sandiganbayan has made its decision and it's best for the people to respect it.

"I'm certain the conviction will be appealed and the final say would be the Supreme Court. In the meantime, the Sandiganbayan decision, whether right or wrong, should be respected," said lawyer Ramon Edison Batacan, Integrated Bar of the Philippines governor for eastern Mindanao.

Militant leader Jeppie Ramada meanwhile hailed Estrada's conviction, saying "justice has been served".

Ramada added though that the debacle now lies with the Arroyo who, he said, is more unpopular than the former president.

"Arroyo should be the next to be prosecuted, tried, and convicted because she committed widespread plunder against the Filipino people. This should be a warning to her," Ramada said.

Davao City Rep. Prospero Nograles said the guilty verdict was expected. He said "the weight of evidence during the trial leaned heavily on direct positive evidence as against personal denials of wrongdoings" by Estrada.

"It was purely a question of evidence beyond reasonable doubt and not because of surveys, personal feelings, or even political angles like legitimacy of the present government. They were not taken into account. Only direct positive evidence mattered," Nograles said.

Davao del Norte 2nd District Rep. Anton Lagdameo urged the people to respect the court's decision, saying that "the rule of law must be upheld as no one is above the law."

"The court has decided, we respect the decision and we urge everyone to abide by it. While there are those who may not agree with the verdict, ultimately the rule of law must be upheld as no one is above the law," Lagdameo said.

On the acquittal of the Erap's co-accused, Nograles said they have also expected it since conspiracy was not proven beyond reasonable doubt.

"In case the prosecution fails to present enough direct evidence to overcome a presumption of innocence then rightfully only the principal can be convicted and the alleged con-conspirators are acquitted. Thus the case of Jinggoy et al were correctly ruled," Nograles said.

The lawmaker said the only option Estrada has now is to bring the case to the Supreme Court or accept the decision and serve the penalty of reclusion perpetua unless pardoned by the President.

Only activist Bill Martin disagreed with the conviction. He ridiculed not just the court decision but the Arroyo government as well.

"A corrupt government has no right to pass judgment on cases of corruption," Martin said.

Estrada, who was deemed by the Sandiganbayan to be guilty of plunder, expressed in an earlier interview that he will abide by the decision of the courts.

Estrada's counsel, led by retired justice Estrelito Mendoza, deferred the submission of any appeal or motion for reconsideration on the Sandiganbayan decision.

The highly-anticipated reading of the former president's verdict did not last more than 30 minutes after the justices of the Sandiganbayan granted the motion of the defense that only the dispositive portion of the 1,000-page decision be read to the public.

In Central Mindanao, government, business and religious leaders urged the public to accept the guilty verdict rendered on Estrada so the country can move on without the threat of political instability.

Sarangani Goverrnor Miguel Rene Dominguez noted that "justice still works in this country."

"The result of the conviction will be a source of hope for Filipinos for justice. Let this conviction be a stern warning to all those in government and for future leaders," Dominguez said.

Carlito Uy, president of the South Cotabato Chamber of Commerce and Industry Foundation Inc., said Estrada should be freed because he already "suffered."

He cited the recent survey of Social Weather Stations that showed that 68 percent of the respondents believed that Estrada is not guilty while only 32 believed otherwise.

"He (Estrada] should be immediately pardoned due to his age. President [Gloria] Arroyo did it before to old convicts so how much to a former president?" Uy said.

South Cotabato Gov. Daisy Fuentes said the wheels of justice should be fair to all, pointing out that allies of the Arroyo administration involved in corruption should also be prosecuted.

She cited the ZTE deal, the fertilizer scam involving former DA Undersecretary Jocelyn Bolante, the Diosdado Macapagal Highway, cases which involved administration personalities.

"We want to see big grafters also prosecuted [and eventually convicted]," Fuentes said, adding that going only after those in the other side of the political fence smacks of "hypocrisy."

Fr. Romeo Catedral, director of the Social Action Center of the Diocese of Marbel, said the guilty verdict on Estrada "is doing away with one political nuisance in the country."

"It is a victory for the people of the Philippines and not of the present occupant in Malacanang [Ms. Arroyo]," he said.

Catedral said that for quite sometime, the political situation in the country is polarized between Arroyo and Estrada.

"Hope that a lesson is learned by all political leaders-present and future. Crime does not pay," the priest said. (With BSS/Sun.Star General Santos)

My point of view, if it makes any sense and matter to some, the real culprit is not yet convicted with the primary factor that "huweteng" is still on the go.

What is the essence of having Erap be convicted, when the main reason why these cases were brought to the higher courts is still rampant nationwide?

What is the significance of having Erap be convicted when he is not really behind bars? But in the comforts of a seclusion with aircon and some visiting rights to his mother during her birthdays and Christmas and New Year and All Saints' Day and All Souls' Day and Valentine's Day and Labor Day and other holidays?

Does it make any sense to you?

To me, it does not!!!

To hell with the justice system!

Poor Filipinos! We are victims of a circus played by some bastards who think they're gods they can manipulate the system and our lives.

Poor Filipinos! We let this monsters manipulate us. Huh! They say there is justice in the Philippines? Hell, none! None that I know of. Because if there really was (is), well, there has to be no poverty and there has to be an equal distribution of wealth. Say equity as compensation to every single tax paid by the lowly and every single sweat each Juan dela Cruz pull off from a twenty-four hour work in a not so friendly environment.

Whatever I mean of, hell! There has to be done!

But how?

I asked myself.

Hope you ask yourself, too, my Filipino readers.

I am too anxious to be excited. Last week, I needed to keep myself busy about almost everything. From my reports in school, counseling schedules, Homeroom Guidance activities, preparation and proof-reading of just procured test materials for students and teachers, visualizing and making teaching aids for my demo teaching for my practicum, making reviewers for Bea for her unit test and all other stuff that has nothing to do of acknowledging the source of my anxiety, that is, attending the seminar-evaluation on potential teachers to the US at the Intercontinental Hotel.

Yes! I was so damn good hiding my anxiety that most of the people around me seem so sure I was confident I can make it. I am confident. Yes I am. I am confident that I have inadequacies in the requirements for hiring. I am confident that there are certain criteria I cannot meet. And yes, there really was. That added up to my anxiety.

Last Sunday during the seminar, I got so pre-occupied of mixed feelings that fully enveloped me from the tip of my toe nails to the farthest end of my hair. First, I worried on what to wear. I had a dilemma whether to use casual jeans or wear a coat and some formal stuff. I worried on what time to wake up and where to get my ride. I worried on how to deal with the people around the hall, the organizers and the participants. I worried whether I could make it or pass the evaluation.

By golly! I have everything to worry about.

The form was given to us. The facilitator said, we fill up every detail with accuracy. I went over first on the checklist for "highly qualified". And it said:

1. 18 education units : check
2. at least 3 years teaching experience : check
3. student teaching/practicum : not sure (regular student teaching unit is 6, while I only have 3 units)
4. currently teaching : not sure (I am not certain whether my Homeroom Guidance is accepted as teaching immersion as well as my tutorial: negotiable?)
5. 30 units subject area : what area? (SPED? I already have more than 30 units. Math? Science? Argh!)

In summary, I am NOT highly qualified!

Am I vindicated with my anxiety?

Yes, I am.

No doubt!

Could my anxiety make me more qualified?

Nah-ah!

It could kill me.

Yes it can.

I'm dead meat!

My cousin told me, "Break a leg!"

Yeah, right!

I broke that little hope in me.

Yeah, I'm dead meat!

Potpourri
he showed me beauty
painted more than seven colors
of the rainbow,
showered me not of chocolates,
flowers and precious stuff
but he gave me his life.

Hodgepodge
he sings me a medley
nobody knows when he’ll stop
hope he won’t because
his voice delights my senses
and when I close my eyes
his presence seems all over me.

Odds and ends
he tied my shoelace to the ground
thought I would not be able to run
but instead I flew to my dreams.
“To be or not to be?”
he asked with an irresistible charm.
I answered, “Stay beside me.”

Bits and bobs
everything is He…
a mixture of hues of amber,
bright velvety drops of mist,
a rush of crimson waves
touching my soles on the sand
as I rest my heart and life to thee…

(another post in http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/cabanata/)

Sweet!