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humans we make into gods

Jul. 2nd, 2008 | 09:37 pm

We give our human loves the unconditional allegiance which we owe only to God.
Then they become gods: then they become demons.
Then they will destroy us, and also themselves.
For natural loves that are allowed to become gods do not remain loves.
They are still called so, but can become in fact complicated forms of hatred.

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what duh!

Mar. 27th, 2008 | 11:58 pm

wow...and then what?



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Jan. 31st, 2008 | 04:14 pm

i am an empty shell. separated from myself, i sink into an oblivion of silence as i nurse myself back into rest. i am an empty shell because i've already exhausted all energy into a burst. i am sucked out...by vampires masticating on my ebbing compassion for them. they are slowly eating it all away. i struggle. not wanting to give in to their sordid games, foul words , and dissension...i dont want to give up....afterall, i do feel love for them. i love them because i see them now and i know what beauty lies within them. i see what they can become. i struggle still...trying to keep afloat in this sea of bitter blindness...my eyes blood-shot overflowing with salty waves...trying to keep open even if i could only make out silohuettes of things, of beauty around me. im tired. when i should not be tired. the wounds i thought had been completely healed are now slowly shooting out a mist of blood. i am remembering the feeling again. oh how it hurts!

god, protect me. if you must, send me some reinforcements. i am nothing, you are everything. i know you can heal me if you want to. i know you can give me strength to endure. did you send me to do these battles? remove this cup from me, please...but your will be done, not mine. just give me grace.

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fash yown na yun

Jan. 18th, 2008 | 02:49 am

Pwede ko bang sabihin na muntik na akong masuka kanina sa sobrang dumi ng industriang kinalalagyan ko?
Bakit ganun? Hindi ko akalaing ganito kawalang puri ang isang bagay na lubus lubusan kong minahal.
Nandito lang naman ako para magmasid, gumawa, at e represinta anG kagandahan...kagandahan ng lahat ng bagay. Ang katotohanan sa kagandahan. (oo, totoo sya) Ngunit iba ang ang nakikita ko, nararamdaman ko..puro kapangitan! graaabeeee...nakakasuka talaga. Puro pagkukunwari. Kung ganu kaganda ang kani kanilang itsura ganun naman nakakasindak sa pangit ang kanilang kalooban. Katumbas ng kalinisan at kabanguhan ng kanilang mga katawan ang nakakahilong alingasaw ng kadiring pagsisinungaling, sa kapwa at marahil lalo na sa sarili nila. Okay... siguro medyo nagiging judgemental na ako...sino ba naman ako para sabihin ang lahat ng ito? hindi naman ako santong nagkukunwari. Marahil hindi naman ganun kadumi ang kahit isa sa kanila. Siguro naman maski kunti marami ang totoong busilak ang kalooban. Pero alam mo ba na pag pinagsama-sama mo sila, nagmimistulang 'smokey mountain' ang umaailingasaw ng kapangitan ng ugali nila. kabebeso lang sabay sak sak ng patalim sa sandaling tumalikod ka, sya, tayo, sila~

Napaupo na lamang... Natahimik. Naalala ko na ito pala yung mga bagay na iniwasan ko noon. Ito yung dahilan kung bakit ako lumayo. Ito pala yung bagay na pilit patayin ang pagmamahal ko sa isang industriyang bumabahay sa mga kaibigan kong ibang klase ang mga galing ng isip at kakayanan. Mga taong, alam ko na kasing bait ng isang kapuri-puring santo. Ngayon, halos hindi mo na mamukhaan sa kapal ng patong patong na makeup, lungkot, galit, kasinungalingan, at pagkukunwari. Kailangan ko pang kausapin ng diretchahan at tignan ng masinsinan sa mata upang ipaalala sa kanila..."HELLO!!! AKO TO, KAIBIGAN MO? NAALALA MO PA BA TAYO?" Marami akong mahal na kung totoo man sa akin ay nagiibang anyo pagharap ay iba. Nakakalungkot. Hindi ko magawang ngumiti ng tunay...pati tuloy ako nagpaka plastik na. Ngiti, kailangan pa ring ngumiti kahit kunti, para maganda, para sa kanila, para sa kamera. Nakakahawa.

Panu mo nga naman kakalabanin ang ganitong pwersa, inpluwensya..kung sang katerba ang sasalubong sayo na hawak hawak mga granadang sumsabog ng kadiliman sa kung sino mang nakakakita ng liwanag? Bulag. Magbubulag-bulagan na lang ba ako? Kase dapat ganito, dapat ganyan...Sorry po hindi ka pwedeng umupo dyan dahil biglang dumating ang isang 'sikat' na artista. O kaya'y isang mayamang 'celebrity', o 'cute' na model.....haaay buhay! lalayasan ko nanaman ba itong klaseng pamumuhay? Pero panu sila? ang mga santong nakakulong sa ilalim ng yarda yardang 'draped' na damit?
Kung kaya ko mang iwan lahat, hindi ko kayang iwan ni isa sa kanila. Mahal ko pa rin ang industriyang ito. Palagay ko itoy lito. Balang araw, magigising na rin sya. Masakit man, kailangan harapin ang pangit na nasa salamin.

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iligainon

Dec. 26th, 2007 | 06:21 am

christmas karon...isa ka adlaw past...dayun....."ayaw hilabti" ingon sa isa ka lake nga sige lang pagsingeta didto...asa? didto lagi...karung holiday kay puwerteng saya!!! nimbalik akong daddy...kay nag layas layas murag teenager ba! dayun on the 25th naa na sha sa amung door. haaay....grabeng lami a sa gugma mo lord!

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The thing I hate the most.

Dec. 7th, 2007 | 04:40 pm

"There is perhaps no one of natural passions so hard to subdue as PRIDE.
Disguise it, struggle with it, stifle it. Mortify it as much as one pleases.
It is still alive, and will every now and then peep out and show itself...
even if I could conceive that I had completely overcome it, I SHOULD PROBABLY
BE PROUD OF MY HUMILITY." Benjamin Franklin

Pride is absoulutely sneaky. Be aware and BEWARE of it. remember, there is such a thing
called false humility....a subtler but most deadly form of pride.

are you proud of your humility????

think again.

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Aug. 10th, 2007 | 05:59 pm

nandito ako ngayon mag-isang tinitiis ang lamig ng air con sa loob ng tindahan na oras nalang ang hinihintay bago mamatay. Paano ba magpaalam sa isang bagay na dalawa mong taong minahal? At ang ibig kong sabihin sa "minahal" ay nilambing, kinalinga, inaway, pingatampohan, tinakwil, binabalik-balikan...yakap-yakap hanggang sa mangawit mga daliri sa kakahaplos, kakalinis, kakasampal.
Ang kapal! ang dami! ang laki! ng pinag daanan natin dear pilar place. Sing sakit ng una kong pakikipaghiwalay kay saguijo. paalam

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ephesians

May. 30th, 2007 | 06:16 pm

Take it in.

You've filled your lungs with the putrid pollution of disbelief,
then you exhaled disobedience.
we all did it.
All of us doing exactly what we did,
when we wanted to do it.

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amazingrace vision of the amazing

Mar. 10th, 2007 | 08:35 pm

Let’s love every thing into completion until desires merge into Oneness.
LOVE who created everything that beats succulently.
Believe.
Graceful flow inspires great works and being.
Art that recognizes true beauty emanating from within
Capturing captivating essence,
waiting patiently to be
free

una poetry turned company vision by: corinne, mimi, and tanya

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go go growth

Jan. 22nd, 2007 | 07:46 pm

Anything that grows can never be contained nor content with just minimum movement,
even a caterpillar goes through a period of crushing through a painstaking hole
in the cocoon in order to break the cells on its sides,
therefore sprouting wings and becoming a butterfly.
Let us all treat all hardships as opportunities to grow.

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