Goodnight

How do you say goodnight to this night?

When the prairie glistens with moonlight tears

How do you close your weary eyes?

When a blink just spells nameless wounds

What would you tell the stars?

What would make them listen?

What would I give for an ounce of their heat?

Arms reach away, lifetimes apart….

Why here? Why there?

‘til that day unknown, cease to care

Setting…it’s slowly setting now

Slow down Mr. Moon, cast light into the sea

Goodnight tonight, let monsoon winds dry the tears

Goodnight tonight, let the eyes close halfway now

Goodnight tonight, lighthouses and northern lights

Goodnight, goodnight…tomorrow and beyond….

My Reads: The Best of Me by Nicholas Sparks

My Reads: The Best of Me by Nicholas Sparks

         The time I realized that I do have this innate zeal for the written, as much as my love for writing, I swore to myself never to box in books written by specific novelists or writers and just focus on the contents, subjects and stories themselves. And I did read without getting to know the minds behind the titles. I praised some books, be disappointed by others and was indifferent to a few for the stories themselves.  I did not want to be awed by some specific names after reading their bests only to be drastically disappointed with their few badly written releases.  But then, I came to meet THE Mr. Sparks in the form of a 2nd hand (God knows how many hands it had passed through) paperback I picked up for Php 20.00, along with other few finds in a garage sale along Colon Street way back 1997 while killing off boring free hours during freshman college.  That book had a printed image of an old colonial house porch overlooking a vast plantation.  I read it overnight and I swore after I finished it that it’s going to haunt me for a long time.  I guiltily wished that someday, it’d be turned into a movie because I thought the love story I just read deserves to be told to a wider audience knowing only a few heaps would choose to read. I did not know back then that that book was the beginning of a man’s feat on a genre not many writers would choose to dwell on.  And yes, the novel was adapted into film many years after (2004) which ultimately became a classic to most women.  The Notebook became my first favorite novel by Nicholas Sparks and ended my thoughts, well just most of the time, that I can’t have favorite authors.

The least that I can do this Lent

I must admit, I am one of those people who, in spite of the many solitary hours everyday, still waits for that set of moments when I get to really reflect.  I have even failed to fill my cravings to write. You know those times when a lot of ideas and thoughts just pop in yet nothing comes out of your mouth. It's the same thing with my writing, I know I wanted to and the my pen's all ready...yet it's tip just wouldn't kiss the paper.  In this case, my fingertips just lose their gliding skills on the keyboard the moment my thoughts begin to dance.

And here comes Holy Week.

Little Wonder in a Plastic Blue Bottle

My Favorite Things

“The little things that renders my world”

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Michael Baby Cologne: Little Wonder in a Plastic Blue Bottle

      Sometimes, you just have to believe it when they say “great things can come from small packages”.

      Errr.., I can’t really be sure if I said it right.  It’s been years since I’ve painfully yearned for my favorite scent in the world.  I blogged about it around December last year and unfortunately, I still am wishing for it.  Along my search, I can see them posted on “Sulit” but I never took them seriously. I just want them back on the shop stands, period!  I’m sure that some of you know what I’m referring to but I choose not to mention that perfume here. Not here on this post for this is dedicated to a new-found infatuation with this “low-end, underrated, locally-made” cologne that’s been existing for many years now.

Little Star

Little Star

Little star, where are you tonight? 

Where are you now when the heaven’s at its brightest? 

Hiding behind Mr. Moon, could you be? 

Little star, don’t vanish from me now 

Not on this promised Sunday night. 

You always rose above sheer nights 

You, with the tiniest brilliance 

But could blind the darkness 

That envelops the space 

You are but just a single dot 

Far away in time and space 

Nameless, timeless, owning a piece of the sky 

Where are you now, glow for me tonight 

Little star, come home to your lair 

Up above the infinite blue 

Up there where I can always wish for you 

Somewhere so far so no one can hurt you… 

Little star, my star, the warmth I can never touch 

You belong way up where I can only stare 

Little star, let your radiance beam through 

Let it be this night, let you be mine tonight….