My Worth

What am I made of?

-A skin covers my muscles

that then covers my bones

Or the cliche:

Of flesh and blood I am made



But no, that is not my point

What am I made of?

Am I covered with

merely a fourth of truth

and three quarters of pretension?



Do I trust others

but not myself?

Or do I trust myself

and not others?



Do I consist of fair judgment?

Or cling on first impressions?



Am I worth living?

And worth remembering

when I die?


-Poem written early 2004

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Lucky

Photo by Jerrold Carandang

As it all came to pass I smile about the things which once hurt me
I am lucky that I have not felt the love I deserved
I am lucky that I have been fooled
I am lucky that I have stumbled upon a wrong decision
All of these made me wiser


I am lucky that I have felt betrayal as I gained the discernment 
to know who are phony and who are loyal
I am lucky to have known the feeling of solitude
All of these made me stronger


It seems like yesterday
I was on track then went astray;
was in bliss then wanted pain to go away                          
laughed,
loved,
cried,

I am lucky that I failed in love a lot of times
I am lucky that I felt the urge of giving up
I am lucky that all these things came into place
All of these led me in being where you are
I am lucky that I have lost
because it was then that I found you

 
"All I went through, led me to you, I'll do it all over again."
-a line from Natasha Beddingfield's song


 October 27, 2011 at 6:33am


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My Sweet Dream

Photo by Jerrold Carandang to whom this poem was made for

Effortlessly, you make me                                                                                                 see my dreams fulfilled,                                                                                     

my fears diminished,
and my peace always within reach

Unconsciously, you make me
want to be better
strive even harder
and see things without the obscurity of cynism

Unknowingly, you make me
be in such a trance I won't want to end
be in this place I once feared to tred
be in this spot I'd give everything to have until the end

Effortlessly,
Unconsciously,
Unknowingly,
You make me feel
the want, the longing, the yearning
to keep on feeling what you make me feel
to keep on keeping the feeling I deem to be surreal

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