The Deception Curse by the Raggedy Doll

“Anubis, unlock the door of the underworld

Bring along that wicked boy named Little Johnny

In hell where he deserves and he’ll burn to the bones

That bastard is expert in crafting the art of lying

Born without a heart and quick in deceiving kids 

Little Jane, how it fractures me seeing you so weak! 

Grab a handkerchief and wipe away all your tears

A greatest fall will happen to such ridiculous boy 

Little Jane, weep no more for I’m alright

Even if Little Johnny toss me like a trash

He cannot ruin the inner strength of my soul

Little Jane, why were you blinded with his lies?

How dare him to make a fool of your kindness?

A pretentious friend who ought to suffer more 

Is he going anywhere when he can’t reach his dreams?

I might be a Raggedy Doll but I can feel how much it hurts

Though I have no voice, my wrath is etched in my spirit

Little Jane, I can’t avenge for you and  my curse is true!”

“O, my beloved Raggedy Doll! Look at you!

My, my, what Little Johnny has done this time?

O, my Raggedy Doll, why your eyes so hollow?

I beg you not to let your angst darken your being

Little Johnny means no harm and he’s an angel

It’s untrue that he is one of Satan’s sons for he was our pal

Remember the fun and happy days when we played with him

Weren’t his colorful tales enjoyable that made us laugh?

Mama & Papa said never curse for it is a sin against God

Don’t surrender and allow yourself to be controlled by the devil

Raggedy Doll, I can clean and mend you so that you’ll heal

Little Johnny is my good friend and forever he’s special”

“My sweet Little Jane, why are you so quick in forgiving?

Little Johnny will pay the prize of being  a stupid jerk

How can he betray you and put your dignity at stake?

He must be Judas’ kin and he won’t get away with it!”

“O, my Raggedy Doll, please stop with this nonsense

I don’t desire any misfortune to befall at Little Johnny

 I pray to God that you’ll learn to forgive and forget

He’s back to an old playmate but still he’s always my friend”

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Note that this poem is not all about the curse or a girl cursing someone who made her cry.  But, this is all about how anyone naturally feel or react when being directly or indirectly disappointed and failed by others.   Little Jane and the raggedy doll represent the positive and negative feelings and thoughts within every person towards someone in such unlikely situation.  In every person, unconsciously good and evil exist.  Yet, the child within us that is always forgiving, pure and understanding will always prevail.  We should not choose to live in hatred because in darkness we’ll never find true happiness.

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by Philippa Hanna “Raggedy Doll”

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T. Lewis and R.K. Harrison inform us:
When a curse is pronounced against any person we are not to understand this as a mere wish, however violent, that disaster should overtake the person in question, any more than we are to understand that a corresponding “blessing” conveys simply a wish that prosperity should be the lot of the person on whom the blessing is involved. A curse was considered to possess an inherent power of carrying itself into effect… Such curses [and blessings] possessed the power of self-realization. 
Source: http://www.religiousverse.com/forum/10-apologetics-and-theology/517-biblical-curses
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My Made Believe


When I was my Mama often said I am ugly. I am short, fat and I am not fair as my sister. She only loved my younger brother because he had the looks.  My aunts oftentimes told me that I should trade face with my brother.  

Moreover, my brain was my refuge and in my made believe I am as beautiful any princesses.  In the stories of my creation, I had rights to be lovely and there was no shame in my physical appearance. Yet, I faced the world, I had the brightest smile conceiling to many the damaged caused within my roof.  

I am used of being used!  In my made believe, God is just.  He punishes the evil-doers and rewards the righteous.  Thus, instead of counting my teardrops, I listed each day’s blessings. So, I never stop on helping others because in my made believe other’s happiness matters.  

In my made believe, I am loved too not only those pretty women like in TV series.  In my production, I am the lead and that one was there…

Reality is harsh and no one is really there. My made believe will remain in my head…

Always want to put me into trouble…

If they have their happy endings, why put effort in making others’ lives difficult?

Mean people drown with your sins rejoice while you can still laugh

Round and round you go like a carousel… WATCH OUT!!!

Why make it a big deal? Little issue must spread to the whole world 


When others will do there best to put me into trouble 

I will look up high in heaven and close my eyes

‘Thank you, Lord for giving me a good heart.  Help me take care with it for everywhere there are people who want to destroy it.  Thank you for showing me your love through the goodness of your many children.’

The Magic of the Red String in the Little Red Dot

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19WGbi0IFT4&sns=emBy Elmo Magalona and Janella Salvador “Born for You”


Some people make you believe that there’s someone out there and they can be there.  Likewise, all they considered are themselves and their interests.  And the next thing you’ll uncover, they’ll always want the women who can please their eyes and entertain them on bed.

Some people think, your traditional beliefs don’t suit the modern world for you’ll only get what you want using your head not your heart.  Then, your faith and miracles are childish and foolish.

Some people will tell you, use technology to get connected and surf in the cyber space to get the star. Been there and tried that…. But my heart tells me something else. 


If my dreams are words and messages from God, I am glad so because you’re always there.  God is connecting us and the magic of the red string will bring us to each other even in this tremendous galaxy… Somewhere in the red dot, our strings connected!

We’ll get there


Others say stop believing coz you’re too old😝 Just quit for there are no miracles😭😜 And some took faith as stupidity and a big joke😔😒😞😟

 This is my quest, I run my ship…

The sea isn’t out of fishes.  The right one might be with the wrong one. Just relax and sail smoothly.  In time, that certain fish will swim to the coral beneath my heart❤️❤️❤️


Live a happy life for tomorrow is a new day😇 Thank God for all the blessings🙏🏻❤️😘😍

I’m alright, Lord!

  
It’s the point in my life when I assured Jesus, ‘I’m alright, Lord!’  

The truth does not hurt anymore.  Should I thank and condemn Facebook?  No need for I can count my blessings rather than pinpoint which hurt the most.  I always grateful with what I have rather with what I don’t have for the moment.  God has His reasons.  I will never decipher Him but I’m living each day as a miracle.


In my mind I screamed, ‘I should be in that group!’  Another said, ‘transfer!’ But, my intuition told me to stay foot.  Yet, it’s a good thing that I didn’t for my group came first place. (Thanks to all the efforts of my colleagues) In that moment I realized, God always leads you to the best.  

Does the truth hurts? Nope, it taught me to see that life is always beautiful! I must go on living…

To my father above me


I should give you a treat today like I used to do.  Likewise, you left to heaven so soon. Is there a celebration in heaven too? Or just nearby same as yesterday.  Certainly you’ve seen me cry but let me be for every teardrops is the building block of my strength.  They judged me to be weak and disliked me for crying a lot.  However, beyond what they knew and understood Papa, I am stronger than any others closer to them.  FYI, I won’t commit suicide just because of a game.

Someday, you’ll meet my captain for he no longer resides in my dream.  Papa, my father for life. My prayers and love are always yours. 

I only want my Captain

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And they said, ‘grow up and quit on dreaming.’  I won’t stop and rather go on with this insanity than to make a choice of which I’ll surely regret. I may dream, love and have faith of a child, it doesn’t matter because I’m always GENuinely GEN…

I made series of blunders in my past and I let others took advantage with my innocence.  What am I? A hero or a survivor? Sometimes it’s so exhausting to be the one who provides and be there for others in need.  I don’t complain instead grateful for all God’s gifts and blessings.  Yet, what others see in me — not a beautiful creation but an opportunity or a joke.  I embraced my uniqueness and my queer ways for I am who I am.

If ever I’m going to feel it again and share myself once more, I want it to be with no one else but only with my Captain.  Perhaps, I’d rather keep on dreaming where he exists and always smile beautifully at me.  No hidden agenda and no lies.  His eyes see the beauty in me and appreciates my talents.

I am a victim of life’s circumstances and I need a hero to save me from drowning into the depths of my loneliness and sadness.

I want no other one.  I only want my Captain!

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by Yeng Constantino “Ikaw”

Hi, future me…

captain gen

Welcome to the reality of existing where you dwell not according to your written texts but has the free will to become how the future unfolds.  Harsh and unfair, that’s how everything goes and it feels I am living someone else’s life surrounded by strangers. Perhaps, it’s my escape from the pains others bestowed upon me.  Yet, no matter how dark the shade I’m in, life is not monochromatic… Life is not limited to a single color.  It is not only dull and black but filled with plenty of rainbows.  Thus, live a colorful life!

Well, I watched the anime movie ‘Colorful’, the journey of a ‘lucky’ soul in Makoto Kobayashi’s body to later on uncover his greatest sin and who he really was when he was alive.  An animation that shows not only entertainment but the reality of how youngsters deal the difficult situations of our era.

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Dear you,
Who’s reading this letter
Where are you and what are you doing now?

For me who’s 15 years old
There are seeds of worries I can’t tell anyone

 

If it’s a letter addressed to my future self,
Surely I can confide truly to myself

Now, it seems that I’m about to be defeated and cry
For someone who’s seemingly about to disappear
Whose words should I believe in?
This one-and-only heart has been broken so many times
In the midst of this pain, I live the present

Dear you,
Thank you
I have something to tell the 15-year-old you

If you continue asking what and where you should be going
You’ll be able to see the answer

The rough seas of youth may be tough
But row your boat of dreams on
Towards the shores of tomorrow

Now, please don’t be defeated and please don’t shed a tear
During these times when you’re seemingly about to disappear

Just believe in your own voice
For me as an adult, there are sleepless nights when I’m hurt
But I’m living the bittersweet present

There’s meaning to everything in life
So build your dreams without fear
Keep on believing

Seems like I’m about to be defeated and cry
For someone who’s seemingly about to disappear
Whose words should I believe in?

Please don’t be defeated and please don’t shed a tear
During these times when you’re seemingly about to disappear
Just believe in your own voice

No matter era we’re in
There’s no running away from sorrow
So show your smile, and go on living the present
Go on living the present

Dear you,
Who’s reading this letter
I wish you happiness

-lyrics from Tegami ~Haikei Juugo No Kimi E~ – Angela Aki, http://www.jpopasia.com (ost, anime movie “Colorful”)


Colorful OST – Tegami Haikei Juugo No Kimi He

Beautiful Dreams to Trash

dream and reality

Today is the day, a tragedy!

 I wish to disappear again

If only I can hide in my sleep

Then, perish in my dreams 

Where I am the happiest 

My father’s smile was genuine

The voice was real and mine

Yet, in the horror of reality 

All by myself to survive

A nightmare with no escape

For others see me worthless
Somehow in a beautiful dream

In a memory and my world

I belonged and I am free to be me

Then, waking up to be the trash

Unappreciated and unimportant

Somehow, I’m always strong

One who never quits at all…

With a heart that’s always true…

O Captain! My Captain!


O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;


The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:


But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.


O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;


Here captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;

The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;

From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;


Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.


“O Captain! My Captain!” is an extended metaphor poem written in 1865 by Walt Whitman, about the death of American president Abraham Lincoln. 

Into the pit of nothingness

     

Of course, you are rejoicing 

Are you super happy now

Witnessing my health decline?

Obviously, it doesn’t bother you
My pain is slowly eating my will
Falling into the pit of nothingness

Dwelling in opposite corners
Your grass must be greener than mine
Deep in here, my grasses all withered

The ridicules getting into my nerves
Making me lost and weaker each day
Well, the judgement of being good!

You must laugh the loudest
Feasting with the queen all night
While I’m falling into the pit of nothingness😦

The doctor gave me two days MC due to high fever (39.3•C) and he suggested that I should go for thorough checkup for influenza tomorrow. As for the evening, my fever decreased….

With great docility

Thou, on those who evermore Thee confess and Thee Adore, in Thy sevenfold gift, Descend; Give Them Comfort when they die; Give them Life with Thee on high; Give them joys which never end. Amen


The Fruits of the Holy Spirit

The gifts of the Holy Spirit perfect the supernatural virtues by enabling us to practice them with greater docility to divine inspiration. As we grow in the knowledge and love of God under the direction of the Holy Spirit, our service becomes more sincere and generous, the practice of virtue more perfect. Such acts of virtue leave the heart filled with joy and consolation and are known as Fruits of the Holy Spirit. These Fruits in turn render the practice of virtue more attractive and become a powerful incentive for still greater efforts in the service of God, to serve Whom is to reign.

Come, O Divine Spirit, fill my heart with Thy heavenly fruits, Thy charity, joy, peace, patience, benignity, goodness, faith, mildness, and temperance, that I may never weary in the service of God, but by continued faithful submission to Thy inspiration may merit to be united eternally with Thee in the love of the Father and the Son. Amen.

Bend the Stubborn Hearts

I said what I have to say.  I’d rather not speak out and said I am fine but still they expected me to say more. I have peace of mind now and I’m at ease… Still I am taken wrongly… Some hearts are made of stones and I’m glad mine is not….

Yet, despite what others said, my heart rejoiced today… O, captain my captain… Akin ka na lang…. Holy Spirit, grant me the wisdom!


Bend the stubborn heart and will, melt the frozen warm the chill. Guide the steps that go astray!

Embodying all the other gifts, as charity embraces all the other virtues, Wisdom is the most perfect of the gifts. Of wisdom it is written “all good things came to me with her, and innumerable riches through her hands.” It is the gift of Wisdom that strengthens our faith, fortifies hope, perfects charity, and promotes the practice of virtue in the highest degree. Wisdom enlightens the mind to discern and relish things divine, in the appreciation of which earthly joys lose their savor, whilst the Cross of Christ yields a divine sweetness according to the words of the Saviour: “Take up thy cross and follow me, for my yoke is sweet and my burden light.

Come, O Spirit of Wisdom, and reveal to my soul the mysteries of heavenly things, their exceeding greatness, power and beauty. Teach me to love them above and beyond all the passing joys and satisfactions of earth. Help me to attain them and possess them for ever. Amen.

Heal My Wounds


Our wounds–our strength renews; On our dryness pour Thy dew, Wash the stains of guilt away.


The gift of Counsel endows the soul with supernatural prudence, enabling it to judge promptly and rightly what must done, especially in difficult circumstances. Counsel applies the principles furnished by Knowledge and Understanding to the innumerable concrete cases that confront us in the course of our daily duty as parents, teachers, public servants, and Christian citizens. Counsel is supernatural common sense, a priceless treasure in the quest of salvation. “Above all these things, pray to the Most High, that He may direct thy way in truth.”


Come, O Spirit of Counsel, help and guide me in all my ways, that I may always do Thy holy will. Incline my heart to that which is good; turn it away from all that is evil, and direct me by the straight path of Thy commandments to that goal of eternal life for which I long.

Walk Worthy of God


It’s my Papa’s Birthday!!! I am very glad everything turned out well.  I saw my Papa smiled in my dreams and he nodded that all he said will surely come true.


If Thou take Thy grace away, nothing pure in man will stay, All his good is turn’d to ill.


The Gift of Understanding 

Understanding, as a gift of the Holy Spirit, helps us to grasp the meaning of the truths of our holy religion BY faith we know them, but by Understanding we learn to appreciate and relish them. It enables us to penetrate the inner meaning of revealed truths and through them to be quickened to newness of life. Our faith ceases to be sterile and inactive, but inspires a mode of life that bears eloquent testimony to the faith that is in us; we begin to “walk worthy of God in all things pleasing, and increasing in the knowledge of God.”


Come, O Spirit of Understanding, and enlighten our minds, that we may know and believe all the mysteries of salvation; and may merit at last to see the eternal light in Thy Light; and in the light of glory to have a clear vision of Thee and the Father and the Son. Amen.

Unmask the Pretenders 

My father smiled in my dream, indirectly saying ‘I told you so, it’s true and it’s time.’


Light immortal! Light Divine! Visit Thou these hearts of Thine, And our inmost being fill!

The Gift of Knowledge
The gift of Knowledge enables the soul to evaluate created things at their true worth–in their relation to God. Knowledge unmasks the pretense of creatures, reveals their emptiness, and points out their only true purpose as instruments in the service of God. It shows us the loving care of God even in adversity, and directs us to glorify Him in every circumstance of life. Guided by its light, we put first things first, and prize the friendship of God beyond all else. “Knowledge is a fountain of life to him that possesseth it.”



Come, O Blessed Spirit of Knowledge, and grant that I may perceive the will of the Father; show me the nothingness of earthly things, that I may realize their vanity and use them only for Thy glory and my own salvation, looking ever beyond them to Thee, and Thy eternal rewards. Amen.

🌸🌷Solace in the Midst of Woe👼🏼🙏

Thou in toil art comfort sweet, Pleasant coolness in the heat, solace in the midst of woe.


The Gift of Fortitude By the gift of Fortitude the soul is strengthened against natural fear, and supported to the end in the performance of duty. Fortitude imparts to the will an impulse and energy which move it to under take without hesitancy the most arduous tasks, to face dangers, to trample under foot human respect, and to endure without complaint the slow martyrdom of even lifelong tribulation. “He that shall persevere unto the end, he shall be saved.”
Prayer
Come, O Blessed Spirit of Fortitude, uphold my soul in time of trouble and adversity, sustain my efforts after holiness, strengthen my weakness, give me courage against all the assaults of my enemies, that I may never be overcome and separated from Thee, my God and greatest Good. Amen.

Begets in Our Hearts

Thou, of all consolers best, Visiting the troubled breast, Dost refreshing peace bestow.

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The Gift of Piety

The gift of Piety begets in our hearts a filial affection for God as our most loving Father. It inspires us to love and respect for His sake persons and things consecrated to Him, as well as those who are vested with His authority, His Blessed Mother and the Saints, the Church and its visible Head, our parents and superiors, our country and its rulers. He who is filled with the gift of Piety finds the practice of his religion, not a burdensome duty, but a delightful service. Where there is love, there is no labor.


A Mother’s Prayer – (Hannah’s Song) by Rachel Aldous baby dedication Mother’s Day Song
Prayer

Holy Spirit and virgit mother

Come, O Blessed Spirit of Piety, possess my heart. Enkindle therein such a love for God, that I may find satisfaction only in His service, and for His sake lovingly submit to all legitimate authority. Amen.

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SOPHIA

Painting by Hrana Janto – all rights reserved

Fear of the Lord

Come. Father of the poor. Come, treasures which endure; Come, Light of all that live!

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The Gift of Fear

The gift of Fear fills us with a sovereign respect for God, and makes us dread nothing so much as to offend Him by sin. It is a fear that arises, not from the thought of hell, but from sentiments of reverence and filial submission to our heavenly Father. It is the fear that is the beginning of wisdom, detaching us from worldly pleasures that could in any way separate us from God. “They that fear the Lord will prepare their hearts, and in His sight will sanctify their souls.”

Prayer

Come, O blessed Spirit of Holy Fear, penetrate my inmost heart, that I may set you, my Lord and God, before my face forever, help me to shun all things that can offend You, and make me worthy to appear before the pure eyes of Your Divine Majesty in heaven, where You live and reign in the unity of the ever Blessed Trinity, God world without end. Amen.

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Black Pages

Holy Spirit! Lord of Light! From Your clear celestial height, Your pure beaming radiance give!

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How will you see when you close your eyes?
How will you feel when you shut down your heart?

Distorted facts fed into her innocence
Age is a matter of number, what did she know?

Web of misjudgment, cruelty and lies
What would you expect from the sons of darkness?

A just woman, kinder spirit and sweet smiles
Benefit of the doubt, everyone is a friend

She thrive to be someone she was not
The question of the color of her flesh

In the black pages of her life written
The tears that no one bothered and    cared

There she was in a place she wished to belong
Only unwelcomed, broken and left alone

On those black pages, you can read
Her swollen eyes and suffering in silence

How could you see the artworks filled with love
When she drew on black pages with black paint?

How could you read her sorrowful texts
When she scribbled on black pages with black ink?

Is the color of your skin, also the shade of your heart?
Though out of trend, her beauty is skin deep

In her black pages included other’s feast
Yet, in the darkest moments she found the light

She’s not the coward in those black pages
Her heart does not discriminate, do you?

 

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edited by gen❤️😘

 

 

Temple of Ruins


The face of Satan, rotten soul!

Master of darkness with no mercy!

Allies or puppets, the rule of fools!

March with pride and head high

The reign will be over and farewell

What don’t exist, won’t be remembered

Your torch will burn your being 

Nothing but a shadow, who are you?

In darkness you dwell, be gone!

Motionless in the Tempe of Ruins

Erecting your downfall and destruction 

Will your laughter still echo in tears?

Your empire built in the Temple of Ruins

If only you see with your heart and truth

As old story goes, goodness always triumph 

Eat your ego when you can’t chuckle at all….

You forgot your Science? It’s the cycle….


To the Unknown 


Can you count the pebbles on the sand?

You don’t have to when they tickle your toes 

Can you count the raindrops when it rains?

You don’t have to when there’s rainbow aftermath 

How many teardrops I shed on a spoiled fruit?

Indeed, countless and what a waste!!!

What you behold also what lies underneath

The corpse belongs to the termites!

Soulless eyes, unappreciative and cruel species!

Be cautious with your bed of roses

With its thorn, you doubt your choice 

Somehow… I know, although unknown

Somewhere unknown you really exist 

A prince like you deserves the crown

The gentle facade is what’s in the heart too

Here, valiant you come and won’t let go

A true treasure belongs inside my chest 

Do you know how many cotton inside my pillow?
You don’t have to for they bring sweet dreams of us

Rotten Beneath

Off my clothes

Hidden shame

Concealed from sight

Unpretty marks

Unerased scars

Will I go on with pain?

Will you cry my tears?

How can you feel my pain?

Your life is all complete

Your wishes and desires

All within your grasp 
How many times a day?

Your bed satisfies you 

Thrill at nights, all yours

I won’t have a space

For I dwell in a place

Dying and rotten beneath

Do I have reasons 

To live on and smile???

She still cries a lot…

in the train and bus

her way out and in

before she sleeps

and she awakes

during her prayers

during the mass

she cries more and more
she losts hope

she weighs heavily

she can’t draw

no more nice photos 

everyday is a torture

everyday she’s dying

no more interests 

she’s all dead now

of course, you don’t care

you’re perfectly happy 

while she cries a lot

Each day and every time 

The best people in life are free

“Heart break is the national anthem

We sing it proudly

We are too busy dancing”


by Taylor Swift “New Romantics”

I truly thank those people who walked into my life and who are still around for knowing me too well. They’re the best in their many ways. With them, I don’t have to try so hard and none of them took me wrongly. They laughed with my craziness, rejoiced in my success and mourned with my sadness.

I’m grateful to all those people who accepted me for who I am and not misjudging me for who I am not… Well, there’s always first time in everything, yet whoever that person is… I am still who I am… I can’t my heart but I can make a mark in my destiny…. You can only break my heart… Likewise, no heartache can take away from me, my worth and my skills.

WARNING

Too bad, you don’t value that friendship and truthfulness…

Too bad, you can’t see… you just lose someone who CAN POSSIBLY LOVE YOU NOT ONLY WITH WHAT YOU DESERVED BUT EVEN BEYOND WHAT YOU EXPECTED… AND WHO CAN DO THE IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU…

AFTER ALL, THE LOSER IS THE WINNER AND THE CHAMPION HOLDS THE TROPHY OF DEFEAT FOR NOT ALL HAPPILY EVER AFTER ENDS REALLY  ENDS THAT HAPPILY IN REALITY!!!

STIR THE SHIT POT

 A different toast


I should not be there but I was obliged to respect my superior.  How can I turned him down when he was very kind to me?  He’s the only one I can count in my department.  

I didn’t feel like chewing my food.   Out of hell’s chief, my students were angels who saved my tears from flowing.  One of the kids asked, ‘are you selling your drawings? Can I buy?’ His innocence made me want to paint again after being indirectly discouraged to do so….

Happiness is what I owe to myself.  Another journey, I’m going to make it through…. A toast!! A diferrent toast!!!! What am I doing? My first speech, unorganized and I felt so tense….

The Truth


1“I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser. 2Every branch in me that does not bear fruit he takes away, and every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit. 3Already you are clean because of the word that I have spoken to you. 4Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. 5I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing. 6If anyone does not abide in me he is thrown away like a branch and withers; and the branches are gathered, thrown into the fire, and burned. 7If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. 8By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples. 9As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love. 10If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. 11These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full. (John 25:1-11)

John 15: 4-5 Song “Abide in Me” (Esther Mui) Christian Scripture Praise Worship w Lyrics

Most Enchanting Smile

believe in yourr dreams

Skipping lunch for duties await

Facebook false alarm hits me

Faces you don’t want to see

It was all the illusion in my head

When dreams do happen in reality

A simple greeting, heaven in hell

Take the pain and worries away

For  a second, I wanted to fly with him

His enchanting smile, a joy within

The humiliations and mockeries

Temporary gone for something is true

Reminding me, happiness is mine too!😉

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by Jolina Magdangal “Chuva Chu Chu”

  

The Last”Merry Christmas” Greeting

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When I have the chance, I will greet those important to me specially in the most important holiday of the year.  What do you know, next year or the following, there’s no other chance.  My father died during the Christmas season, 11th of December.  Few days before that I decorated our house (as I usually do) with all fancy Christmas decorations .  It was supposed to be a surprise.  But, when he came out from the hospital, he was already cold.  Thus, I was unable to greet him then and even said my farewell.  However, I knew in my heart that when I had the chance to greet and love him, I did all I could do before he left to another destination.  Wherever, my Papa is, I know I always make him proud like I used to when I was growing up.

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Well, together with my nieces, mother and sis, we watched “Miracle in Cell No.7”.  Me and my niece really cried a lot.  It reminded me of how great a father’s love and I recalled how my father did love me.  I remembered how he used to say, ‘you are smart’ and ‘you are pretty only when you smile’ (so that I wouldn’t frown or be upset).  A father’s amazing love is the greatest and most wonderful experience any daughter will keep and cherish.

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  And so the tale is told to confirm the truth.  Indeed reality is harsh, and one must live with it.  

The prince no longer marched on a dream, he made a choice. He felt as the luckiest man to have her.  As he watched her walked, his heart jumped with joy.  All their friends also rejoiced for both of them.  Everything turned out perfect and he was the happiest man for he got the fairest of them all.  Well, do all stories end with happy endings or happily ever after? The truth of reality that what you perceived may not what it seemed.  

Where’s the prince?  Is he still waiting? What probably can go wrong??? Round and round, he danced with the one who wanted him the most.   The music turned into shrieking and happiness became fear.  The white in his eyes painted in red and he spinned no longer in cloud nine.

The prince is still in the gala and dancing with her.  How is it possible that she let go of him?  She promised she wouldn’t, didn’t she?  Why he can no longer hear the laughter only their cries?  Why can’t he comfort them? Why he can’t open his eyes, trap in the darkness of nowhere? How can he run away when he’s motionless?  He calls out for her but sees someone else.  Why this other woman keeps on crying? Wait, he knows her and even in difficult times, he is so stubborn to call out her name. Can that woman save him?  He needs not to ask because she’s always willing to do so.  Likewise, his pride is larger than the globe. He lets that woman cry until he drowns in her tears.  

Then, she said ‘I can barter my life with yours…’ Suddenly, he feels the world and feels her suffering.  Finally, he is awaken but she’s not there.  Where is she?

She’s not there for it is her turn and that’s real and the truth. God answers and the miracle he made fun is hers.  It’s that other woman’s gala and her dream is his nightmare.  

He can have her when he had the chance.  He remembers what she said, ‘isn’t life a beautiful carousel?’ Indeed, he lives to be the witness of it. 

Now, he knows.  

  

Why you gotta be so mean?

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You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like a nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I’m wounded
You, picking on the weaker man

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Well you can take me down with just one single blow
But you don’t know, what you don’t know…

Someday I’ll be living in a big ole city
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
You have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don’t already see them
I walk with my head down
Trying to block you out ’cause I’ll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again

I bet you got pushed around
Somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends right now
‘Cause you can’t lead me down that road
And you don’t know, what you don’t know…

And I can see you years from now in a bar
Talking over a football game
With that same big loud opinion
But nobody’s listening
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing
But all you are is mean

All you are is mean
And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

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by Taylor Swift “Mean”

The Wall in Ur Heart

  

 I always get the blame, don’t I? Is it a forum or intervention? I’m put in the spot and I’m the villain in this story?  Wonder why???

Never knew I am bitter when I am the one always very sweet 

Never expected that I had pails of tears to cry a lot

Never thought of being disliked and hated

Never knew how to be the enemy

Never forgot to greet, smile and laugh aloud

Never out of words for something to say

Never gave a chance to others and be a good friend 

Never knew that I would be perceived as the worst woman ever existed 

Never knew that I would become who I am not now until you came along 

Life is full of surprises and tomorrow I will die again

The wall you created in your heart transformed me into someone I am not.  

Who I am then was really me… And I don’t know who I am now and you made me to be someone I am not….

Then, you built a wall in front of me 

You put a sign so that I can’t climb over

You don’t know and understand because you don’t how it feels

You don’t care and all you want to feel is hate me as if I am someone useless!!!

God is My Avenger

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Dear God,
            Lord, am I a failure? I disappointed the ones I loved and it’s no surprising I am ignored and forgotten. I didn’t know that it will take me so long to recover. Then, in the end, everything I did never mattered.  Instead, I am considered as a nuisance. I am always taken wrongly. My gifts were considered rubbish. Is it incorrect to paint and write? Is it my fault I can do excellent stuff with my fingers and mouse? Am I really that bad to suffer? Am I really that awful for others to treat me this way? Yes, what differences settled when all attack was on me!!! Was it gender or race issues?  None of them remembered and they made me into someone I am not!  The cheerful and optimistic girl you molded became the worst woman ever existed!  Am I not worth something??? Why all they wanted was to wipe out my smiles and erased the memories of my laughter???  They only saw the worst in me, as if I am the worst and ugliest creation ever created.  

               Lord, am always to be blamed??? Is it all my fault??? Why can’t they see that they did me wrong too (specifically he)??? He, who couldn’t appreciate and never cared but only see and prove to himself that I am nothing….

 

            I love You, Lord. I trust in You.

Always Your adamant believer and follower,
Me

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  My Dearest Child,    

     I spoke through the parables in your dreams represented by symbols. Like Joseph the Dreamer, I made you wise to fathom their meanings and representations in your life.  What happened were bound to occur for you are prepared for greatness. You were not punished for I love you more than anyone else. I allowed the devil to interfere to challenge your faith and test your strength. Congratulations! Indeed, you didn’t fail me. Be proud of your gifts for that made you special and unique. Those who see with their hearts appreciate you very much. Actually, it’s not that others can’t. It’s either they’re clouded with envy or they’re just full of themselves. My child, stay as gentle and kind as you are. There are reasons unknown. Continue to be glad and firm. Remember, all my children are molded with my hands. You are beautiful like your brothers and sisters. My child, I planted it in your heart and showed it in your dreams because it is yours. Your legacy will continue and your lineage will be the rulers among men and their names will be written all over.  Consequently, in your mansion will echo the voices of laughter. My child, I am impartial and unbiased. I am slow to anger but I will protect you from your foes. Justice is served and it is yours!

        My child, I love you more than you love me. Continue trusting me for I will not fail you.

Always your avenger,
God


“The Lord is My Strength”

The Devil is Here

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Beware and be aware

Scared to the bones!

Kicking her out

Pushing her away

Endangering her stay

Causing her tears

For the devil is here?

The devil sees no kindness

Recognizing its kind

For the devil sees evil

Not her kindness

Nor her truthfulness

Suffering in agony

Weeping endlessly

For the devil is here

Have faith in God

He’ll crush the enemy

GO TO HELL!!!

Crashed

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the devil heard

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is there God?

what do you know???

turned into pieces

tears that ran dry

a seed choked

at the rocky soil

who is lucky?

the luckier

the luckiest…

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be really happy

happier than her

happiest, sure???

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can you fly

without wings!

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return no more

catch your pride

rejoice the feast

with the maidens in hell

what goes up

always goes down!

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A place u can call HOME

When you’re far from home and out of your comfort zone, loneliness will always strike you.   Indeed, I am grateful to God for calling me to serve Him.  Today we had Easter celebration with the catechists of St Vincent de Paul.  A fellowship of friendship and sharing of God’s love.  Kelvin, our leader ended the gathering with a speech stating that as catechists we just don’t serve the church.  We also belong to a community and a place we can call home.  

Thanks God for finding me a home because somewhere I am kicked out and pushed away.  

  
  

The Art of Not Being Me

Thanks to different mobile apps and other editing software what you see online isn’t what it seems…

  
Thus, aside from physical enhancements through surgery, there are people in social media who can deceive others with their photos. I tried those apps on my selfies using apps such as Beauticam, Camera 360, Pip Camera and Picsart. Wow, I’m absolutely amazed and exclaimed ‘hey, this is no longer me!’ 

Do you think the people you see online or what they say is really who they are? Well, online is about deception… Don’t be easily carried away…

Do we really have to pretend or deceive to be liked or appreciated? True beauty isn’t what the eyes can behold and nowadays a lot people don’t bother at all.  

Are you who you post you are??? Or you post to get attention????

   
 

By Justin Bieber ‘Love Yourself’

   
 

The Joy in the Light

   
   

I thought that I wouldn’t pull it off. I prayed to the Holy Spirit to lead me the way.  Indeed, I was not left alone when I conducted the presentation.  Everything went smoothly despite the fact that my friend was in Italy to attend the Pope’s mass. 

The Liturgy of the Light is the presentation all about.  I maybe broken and it won’t be mended in a snap.  Yet, when I saw the kids and shared God’s words with them, I felt the joy and peace within.  

Whatever people will people say, I maybe wrongly judged but I know who I am.  In my heart, I am willing to be with others, willing to be there and always listen.

Even there were instances my smiles were stolen still God always knew where to find me and brought me to the light and found joy in serving Him.  It’s alright if I am not appreciated because I don’t know how to be flirtatious or sleep around.   For what matter most are the good deeds and intentions.  I know the people who didn’t dispose me without knowing me knew what’s in my heart.  I am grateful to those people who spared their time to know me very well rather than judging me incorrectly and always make me feel upset. 
  
  

Wanna See Me Naked??? It’s for real ;)

 Nothing much to see… But, if you’re curious… You can take a peek…  Judge me as you please… Don’t care whatever you’ll say… You’re entitled to your opinions… Loving my body… Loving who I am!!!

  
Love this girl, Kim Kardashian!!! Only my Kanye has the privilege to take a peek… Well, my Kanye… I’m yours… All yours… Wake up.. You know too well that you’re my Kanye!!! Gotcha!!!

Hey, I’m not a fool to do so… Yet, you are a fool if you think I’ll dare…

  
 

Love is Not Meant for Me

I already planned on how to help thoroughly. I was so enthusiastic and full of energy because that dreamed indirectly gave me the go signal. I was planning of strategies how to convince more colleagues in my company and school, my family and friends. Finally, I decided to really help only to be someone’s jinx. Yet, after I found out, I felt more like a curse rather than of some good help. It was only my sweet nothing and creative expressions. I always ignored the ones I liked that now I wanted to make a change. I wanted to express myself. When you love someone, you always show and let them know about it. For me, it was more of enhanced digital motivational poster. My friend sitting next to me posted her works in her blog, so I’m such a copycat and did the same. It was not meant to harm anyone. I’m only proud of what I have done, and finally holiday was not boring. When I made the angel stuffs, it was meant for laugh. It was dinner time, we exchanged unusual jokes and so I thought it was ok to do the same and add naughty messages between the two of us. I’m a happy girl and I wanted people around me to be happy too. I hate sadness. What should I feel? I am humiliated and what those people think of me? No one can defend me. You were aware of how strongly I felt and I proved myself in ways that I thought that could make you happy. It was not easy for me. I understood everything. It only proves one thing that love is just a beautiful illusion. Love is never meant for me. Sorry, Papa I tried but I only failed. Papa, you didn’t want me to be forever alone and you always wanted me to be happy. I can easily smile Papa, anything can make me happy. Yet, something is missing… someone is missing… I can’t love easily. I don’t want anyone to touch me again. Similar to last time, I don’t want anyone to draw near me. I can be an artist, a writer, a teacher or more… but I can never be someone’s woman for no one wants me anyway. Love is just not meant for me. I gave it a try now, only to spoil someone’s life. I thought I agreed on the conditions of giving him the happiness he wanted. Too bad, I’m just some innocent jerk. I did things without thinking.  You know me better than anyone else, and you should know in your heart that I wouldn’t do things to endanger you.

Love is Not Meant for Me

Hello, I love you so much
I never loved this way
I never humbled to any man
I’d rather depart fast
No man can make me cry
I’m so smart to be abused
Why will I waste my time?
I don’t love love, it’s sick!

I’m hiding in my insecurities
Jailed inside my imperfections
I presumed I’m undesirable
Men only joke and insincere
They only bully and never care
I don’t want them to touch me
I don’t expect from anyone
My ambitions are easy to reach
No man will help me anyway

Hello, I love you very much
I know you will never care
You only see so lowly of me
You only consider me as trouble
No space in your heart for me
I give it a try and give my all
I swallowed my pride and fears
Yet, love is not meant for me
I should have not left my world

Love is not meant for me
I only want to see you smile
Finding ways to make you happy
I am unwilling and have doubts
But I only trust the person
I believe this unconditional love
Yet, at the end, I’m the bad girl
I don’t know what’s going on
I prayed and hold into my faith
Yet, love is not meant for me!

The Broken-Hearted Girl

After all the tears and the drama

There is still a huge hole in her heart

The escaped souls from hell tempting her to curse

Yet, her gloominess will never spoil her pure soul

Her wrath is temporary, it will soon go away

Even if her kindness & generosity are ignored,

She remains true from the start till the end

Others’ intentions have question marks

Still she holds on her faith & believe in miracles

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It is one of  the so many episodes of real soap opera

She’s not playing the role of the broken-hearted girl

She will never be the loser for she survives it all

She will never raise and wave the white flag of defeat

Try catching her, she’s flying farther than you

It takes a heartless someone to make her dream high

Forever she’ll care for you ‘coz she’s unlike other girls…

X.O. X.O .X.O. X.O .X.O. X.O .X. O.

i’m back to the old place — our dreamland… welcome me back again… thanks for not leaving soon in  that safe place that doesn’t suck —



By Beyonce “Broken-Hearted Girl”