Ang katotohanan ay di-tuwiran. Sa taong bulag, sa taong nagbibingi-bingihan at sa nagtutulug-tulugan, iisa lamang ang tama—ang kanilang sarili. Sila ang pinakamahirap gisingin, silang sa totoo lamang ay gising na sa simula palang. Sila ang mga naliligaw. Kalokohan ang makinig sa nakakasakit sa kanilang damdamin. Kalokohan ang sa kanila’y humingi ng payo. Silang matitigas ang ulo, silang takot lumayo sa nakasanayan. 

Sinong banal? Wala. May mga nakikinig lamang sa katotohanan, mga nilalang na sinusubukang maging huwaran at tapat, mga nilalang na pinagsusumikapang maging tao ng liwanag. Yaong alam ang nararapat at nakikinig ng may pagsunod.

Ang damdamin ang kaaway ng katotohanan. Sa taong umiibig, ang taong iniibig ang katangi-tangi. Ang pagkukulang ay di alintana, ngunit gaya ng inaasahan, nagiging manhid sa katotohanan ang nabibiktima nito. Kaya’t makinig hanggat may nagsasalita, gisingin ang sarili hanggat kaya mong gisingin ang sarili. Hindi masamang umibig, hindi lang lahat ng nakikita ng mata ay dapat ibigin at hindi lahat ng nararamdaman ng puso ay tunay at dapat sundin. 
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Ang katotohanan ay nagpapalaya sa taong tunay na naniniwala.

Believing you

Is like physics

Without measurement

Making noises out

Of a heart’s instinct

Miracles versus chance

No human mind

Could comprehend

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I’ve made this piece years ago. I’m reminded by the day. I know some can relate. 

No one would understand,
Why do I have to cry?
Is there any chance your heart would try?
I feel so empty for there’s no one to find
A desperate loner, a loser of some kind

I know, I need someone who will lead me to light
Who will hold my hand and be my ever shining knight
Then surely- I will learn to spread my wings and fly
I’ll soar with him and never kiss goodbye

For I will dream no more-
Leave the past, and knock to the nearest door
Soon will taste the sweetest smile,
Walk with him for life! Up to the next mile

For as the day goes by
And the sea starts to dry
My undying hope for him will wait-
’till the end of time,
Even if you already heard me cry…

To put my

            tears into writing

Is maybe the most

            coward thing

To kiss you     

            with the pen I’m holding

Or maybe hug you with every stroke

            and riddles I’ll tell

My Ink will be of lesser sense

            but my love

                        yes, my love

For you no breath

            can take

                        nor separate

The words fought

            disturbed silences

                        of fear and realizations          

Are signs of ludicrous desperation

            to make you see

                        the light, the wind

            and rocks

                        to soil our castle again

My love has awaken

Doubts.

Created by the wisdom

    of your absence

             Creating illusions in darkness

Entertaining thoughts

      of selfishness

      of arrogance and

      covetousness

Clinging to hollow proofs

      Lost

In a self

       made

       miserable

       world.

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Spurgeon: Success exposes a man to the pressure of people and thus tempts him to hold on to his gains by means of fleshy methods and practices, and to let himself be ruled wholly by the dictatorial demands of incessant expansion. Success can go to my head, and I will unless remember that it is God who accomplished the work, that He can continue to do so without my help, and that He will be able to make out with other means whenever He cuts me down to size.

Sometimes you have to deny what you truly feel about things. Often feelings lie to us, so I lie with it too. ;D

ASK AWAY! GO! I’m open to everything. ;)

We have the freedom to choose whether we do the natural way or not, the thing about this Bill is that it’ll encourage people to embrace the thinking of “safe sex” even abortion (I think kasama sa bill yung pag ensure sa mga nag pa abort). I don’t even think that a grade 5 student is matured enough to learn “further” about sex. Grade 5? Ang alam ko lang non maglaro. Sometimes deprivation of innocence is good. I think this is too much. I don’t want to see a condom vendo here in PH. Tunog Western na ata tayo if these things will happen. Isa pa “responsible parenting” ang tinuturo sa Bible. Diba everything is permissible but not everything is beneficial ;)

ASK AWAY! GO! I’m open to everything. ;)

The sun’s prick at 12
at tip of my toes
shaping clouds
imagination’s stirred
staring lines of old sympathy
a rocket’s fairytale
of the mild dew dusty
windy
cooling wholeness
starving for kites
in the skie’s stomach
where
the evening is drunk
and the waves tugs a clashing cymbal
you were there
in my summer’s dream
Dilapidated.
Sliced.

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