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Rest ©Micah RSV June 19, 2008

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 12:34:31 GMT

A day that greets you--
Good and bright,
With still consuming
sleep of night.

And skies implore
the eyes of rest--
A man asleep
upon her chest.

With heaven-born,
this gentle smile,
And painted 'pon
her clement eyes--
A care for man
that moves about
To and fro her,
but without.

Thus night now greets her--
Cold and dim,
With still consuming
fancied whim.

And skies implore
the eyes of rest--
A man still sleeps
upon her chest.

Tension

Sat, 16 Feb 2008 07:47:24 GMT

She sat still and stared at the cruel trick fate played upon her again, blocking out tears, fighting back the emotions that threatened the future of her baby.

The mere thought of her causes her heart to skip a beat, and her eyes to close--

and count to ten...

and breathe...

breathe in...

breathe in slowly...

slowly...

slowly......

A cruel trick, a bitter laugh...
It's just another day.
© Micah RSV 021308

Keeping my Fairy Tale Dreams ©Micah RSV 2008

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 08:38:13 GMT

I wake from slumber.

My dreams

--they've gone.

Oblivion reaps it's harvest.

I Tire of Pretend ©Micah RSV 121907

Wed, 19 Dec 2007 03:40:13 GMT

rocking back and forth
--to and fro--
in a web of lies

trying to sleep deeply
but i tire.

the clamor in my chest
it stirs me
unrelenting nerves
that wake
the cobwebs, they dangle
and taunt me.

with eyes neither opened nor closed
with breath neither still nor ragged
heart, neither calm nor rapid
soul, neither resting nor vexed
they tear me apart...

i tire...

and pretend

not to tire

of pretend.

FOR MY GRANDMOTHER © Micah RSV

Sun, 19 Aug 2007 12:11:45 GMT

My sweet memory
As tangible as fruit

Honest as you spoke
In the twilight of day
That you would not pave
A single way again

For love has died in gain
And you fulfilled by then,
So tell us all you wish not leave

Gladly, take wing instead

Heaven waits for you, unchanged
For you—so sweet yet deeply shamed
But by grace you hold steadfast
To love
Not so as tangible as fruit…

Lacked of you, I long for presence
Yet set forth still in love

Success, success
It rings like a chime.

In my sweetest memory

My grand grandmother
My grand, grand reverie.

Once in a Blue Moon

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 11:33:01 GMT

"Tama na ang ABUSO, tama na ang SAKIT.
Kailangang lumipad lampas ng langit.
Huwag kang susuko.
Huwag nang manginig.
Rinig ng Diyos ang bawat nating tindig.
At kung sumuko man--isuko, tiyak, sa Diyos lamang.
Iyan, kapatid, huwag na huwag kalilimutan."
- ©God through me 073007

Beloved

Fri, 25 May 2007 11:34:50 GMT

I miss you...
A poet, writing down her grief--
that's what I am.
In dreams that seem too endless
I lose you to a silver line

The moon is shining bright tonight
Let it bring the evening day
The wheels that turn against us...

...they await me.

How should i be able
to sleep in cold, and barren walls,
without a form to hold,
without your love's sweet song?

Find me once more
in a busy noisy plane
Across the vast and fearful ocean
Sail us back to home
or whatever it turns out to be

Even for this last moment...

one final, loving kiss...

that last eternally.

Completion

Sat, 07 Apr 2007 09:17:29 GMT

I'm sorry for the disturbance.
I write only for hope.
My words are of distress, of despondent notions.
I caution you--read not, darling.

...i look up
    seeing nothing still. my eyes are blurred by the tears i cry from missing you.
...and i pray
    "God, would you please move in me. Lord give me strength." i beg for surcease, and plead that i would no longer need to sleep in sadness.
...and i keep on
    crying the nights away, watching the days go by.
    "Emo" me, without a care. i turn away from smiling faces, and gaze only up at His.
    Sighing, "Lord, complete me."
...and i wake
    to the sun shining through my curtains, without noticing much of beauty. my days have gone stale.
...and i sleep
    until i wake again.
...and i love
    until i heal.

i write, until you write back.

i wait, until you show.

Overcoming Obstacles

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 09:38:28 GMT

When we fail to find a reason, and our hearts are torn apart, and the broken glass no longer mirrors the sorrows that cease to pass--let our gaze turn upward, and let our souls be free. For love can move the mountains of life, if we just let Him lead.

i await your whispers that called to me once upon a night. i sit in silence, with my blue blood rushing through my veins, and tell Him all that troubles me, whilst you're not around. i listen to His comfort, as i continue to wait for you.

abandoned by an ancient love, my soul still yearns for truth. but through my tears that pray to Thee, these pieces mend thus, slowly, and my heart then learns to cope.

for an older Love does hold me. He dries my sadness still. and though you break my fragile youth, He sets me once more free--from chains, from sorrow, from the devil's temptation of despair.

i am...

holding onto nothing but the air that fills my lungs, yet, true enough, i'm holding on.

for one may not see this old and genuine Love...

but amen, this Love is faithful.

He is sincere and unconditional--my everlasting arms of reassurance.

one must not worry for me.

i tell you, i am safe.

English Persuasive Speech : One

Sat, 20 Jan 2007 02:41:46 GMT

We take things for granted, let us admit that. And one of the things we neglect most is ourselves—where we came from, what we stand for, who we are. We are Filipinos. Some of us may be purebloods, and others could have a mixture of Chinese, Spanish, and American even. But despite that, we are who we are, and I believe that we should take ground, be proud, and stop beating ourselves down.

No matter how hard we try to deny it, we have acquired this habit of thinking—this belief—that we aren’t as good, and that products, even people that come from other countries are generally better. This kind of perspective—this Colonial Mentality—has affected us so greatly, that it has come to a point that if we are not insecure, we are overly proud and boastful of our nationality. We do not like local goods because they aren’t “matibay” or durable. We do not like imported merchandise, claiming now that we are the ones who are better. When in truth, we are equal, and there is nothing wrong with supporting both imported and local. What is important is that we are not ashamed, and neither are we indignant and conceited.

I believe that the Philippines has so much to offer, and these contributions to the world can be found in you. We only have to do our best because in doing our best, we eventually discover the great things we can achieve. But still we have to keep a humble heart so as not to be arrogant. Believe in the truth of one Creator that believes in every person, every country—our country—, and in each and every one of us.