I find my fingers trembling as I write this.
Eternity. Blessed and cursed eternity. I've written it in song, and in my futile hatred towards you.
Unfortunately, I can't do it... Unfortunately, and for my good fortune, I still love you. Damn it, I still want you. The anger and despair that I felt that night only made me realize that I was still waiting, foolishly, for you to call and say: "I'm ready, come and get me". And sadly, I still do.
I made a huge mistake giving you "your space". I sincerely apologize. I was overwhelmed by the circumstances you were living at the time, and I felt the need to go outside and get some fresh air... And as I was waiting outside, someone ...
Don't say anything. Let's just remain here, in silence, and in each other's arms.
Let's stay here; facing one another, eyes closed and holding hands, ignoring the loud, obnoxious noises of people passing by. Let's stay here, in our own time and space, waltzing along to the music only you and I can hear.
Let's hang out in this theater-and-hotel lobby; in this anteroom of desperate love that so many nights has taken away from me... that so many months has left me without sleep.
Stay the night... either this one, or each one that remains, but stay. Stay, because I miss you; because hugging my pillow just isn't enough, and life without you just isn't sufficient.
Mothers are like waves of the ocean and we the sand.
Each time you imprint a mistake , she washes it away clean.
Indeed , her love is selflessly serene.
Dance me wild
For I'm nowhere myself but when I'm with you!
I love you mom, no offense
But it's about a girl
I just met, It's hard to put her in a sentence..she's something real, she seems like blues
Stars often feel bright when she's around making my eyes wet they bleed With the light that I just can't conceal as if it's all about just the two,
She's somewhat so far away yet I feel her right inside, she glides, she swings through my Milkyway she rides...
I love her
She is an old soul.
She was made for other times, and under other circumstances. Her bloodstream sounds like vinyl, and her heart beats to the tempo of and old-time rock&roll.
She is an old soul, not yet tired. She comes from a past time, but not forgotten; a place where words truly meant something important, and people truly listened, instead of just hearing.
She is a spark of tranquility in a world that goes way too fast for anyone to keep-up... She brings along a hint of seriousness and sapience that could only come with age, even though they already exist inside a pair of eyes that are only a couple of decades old.
She is an old soul, but far from being a dusty...
Today is one of those days of the years when the mind turns to sadder thoughts, for it would have been this Lions mothers birthday. Yet like so many she was lost at far to young a time. Yet when I start to open the emotional gate to go down the path of sadness, I hear her talking to me. She is reminding me not to mourn but take the positive of the good times shared, into my future rather than my soul crying over what can't be changed.
Some time ago I wrote the following which I reach for twice a year, my reminder to myself of her wishes for me.
A Mothers Message
There's a hole in my heart, where she used to be
My mother, my friend and a mentor to me
No more cards, on a Satur...
She let herself loose
Knot by knot
Braid by braid
Step by step
Until her skin could breath
And the wind could play in her locks
—her feet could dance
To the music of her soul
For them she was
A blasphemy to their
And she still is
Now she cares no more
The music of mystical
Self awareness has wrapped her
In its enchanting notes
she is a soul
Who has become one
With the divinity of ‘self’
Untouched and untainted
Beyond the realms of reasoning.
Those of you
Dear ones who try
To burn women down..
Did you seriously forget
That a woman is herself
The kind of fire that can
Burn down hell just with
Her bare hands!!
Her look seemed fragile but she was very strong inside and never let her heart break so easily.
That very right moment!
There ISN’T MUCH TO HEAR, other than a NOISE OF BREATH filled with a CALM VOICE in the background. Yet, there are lots of EMOTIONS to see in each kind of person being stuck in that white room.
One can see FEAR and JOY mixed together by that CRANKY SMILE and ANXIOUS FACES. One can see STRESSED PEOPLE by walking up and down. One can see SMILING KIDS outside the door waiting with a grown up person (Father or Uncle).
EMOTIONS together with EXPECTATIONS in all those people are waiting to be CONCLUDED with a new LIFE CHAPTER/GOAL. All those white rooms are filled with the same emotions and expectations.
And there it is, that cranky smile of hers changes into the mos...
Dear ma ,
On the eve of my eight birthday you told me 'never fear love ,it's the only thing worth living for '
Ma ,why were we hiding from baba that day ,why did you ask me to not utter a word?
Ma ,Love hurts before it even begins . Did you feel the same when baba bruised your face and your back and your arms And the nights he raped you because he loved you ?
Ma ,did grandma teach you how women like us should swallow our tears and shut our mouths and take it silently.
Ma ,what form of love is it when uncle touches my thighs under the dinner table and pinches them. He says I have my 'mother's eyes 'but not once has his eyes met mine .why do they always travel down the valley of my breasts?
Abuelita, te miro con esos cabellos llenos de algodón, unos ojos café que solo inspiran amor, y se me viene a mi mente, lo lindo que debió ser para mi abuelo conocerte.
Qué fácil debió ser para mi abuelo enamorarse de ti. Estoy tan seguro, que no fue a primera vista sino a primera risa, porque para mi no hay más divertido que pasar contigo.
Tan afortunado fue abuelo, de que lo amarás hasta el último de día de su vida, que se te ilumine aún los ojos al mencionarlo.
Abuelita, eres lo más tierno que tengo, me encanta decirte que te amo. Saber que lo que tengo de sensibilidad lo heredé de ti, pero que tienes el corazón más bueno y comprensivo que un ser humano pueda tener.
Al verte, me parece...
Carefree as the westwind,
Transparent like the first dew drop.
She acts as an umbrella,
To her children as earth protects the baby crops.
She sacrifice her every need but never ask for anything,
She fullfill her all duties with outmost devotion.
She is a living Goddess.
If you happen to see her everyday,
Touch her feet.
Feel lucky that you have one,
She is mother!
The world's most beautiful creation.
The love and affection I receive from all the aunties I know is nothing less of a mother's love yet I crave for something I know I will never get. Before I go ahead and adopt a kid I have to think twice. If I miss out on anything that my child needs, I'll be making her feel the same way I just did.
The new Melody (Angela)
A woman is not a vegetable sold in the market that you can buy up with your money. It's high time the guys who are rolling in wealth understood this. Just because you have the money to look after her, doesn't mean she has to come crawling to you. Independent women can look after themselves. They don't need your money. They need your care, your loyalty, your time and your moral support to help them realise their full potential.
The new Melody (Angela)
Thank you for giving birth to me 27 years ago. Today I am grateful for these 27 years that I have been blessed with. It's been quite a journey, ma. I can't believe sometimes how many years have passed and that same amount of years you have missed in my life. I missed you ma. Missed you so. I hope and always pray that your soul are blessed with peace & love by the Almighty.
You may not be here, Ma but you are always in my thoughts through this life journey.
I hope we meet at the end of this journey. I will strive through this journey, Ma.
Semoga kita jumpa di akhirnya, Ma. Sayang mama.