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.”
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

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.

angel marriage


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!


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.”


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.

light and darkness

Black Pages

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

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

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

She thrived 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 not welcomed, 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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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.


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




 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! 😉

dream quotes

by Jolina Magdangal “Chuva Chu Chu”


Bloodshed Gala

  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?


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

mean 1

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


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


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,


jesus hug a woman

image via http://wp.patheos.com.

  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,

“The Lord is My Strength”

The Devil is Here

devil stuart animated gif

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




the devil heard

cruelty’s outcome

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…


be really happy

happier than her

happiest, sure???

last flight

can you fly

without wings!

byakuya animated

return no more

catch your pride

rejoice the feast

with the maidens in hell

what goes up

always goes down!


graveyard of the fireflies animated gif 


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


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”

You’re Very Bad to Her

She was ill and it was not a lie.  It was not an excuse to be not in work and be somewhere else…. 

You knew vey well that she tried to be a friend but all you did was pushed her away…. You were the meanest… The most cruel… And you treated her so badly…

Are you happy??? Remind everyone that you are the happiest and luckiest person alive!!!! Yet, that don’t give you rights to treat people badly when all she did was to be nice and kind because that was who she was….

You don’t to treat people like hell and make them feel ashamed with their feelings.  What give you rights to make fun when she was being sincere and truthful????

You are the most joyful!!!! Then, rejoice with your comrades and your princess!!!! Keep your happiness for a lifetime… Hold it until you can’t carry it at all!!!

Of course, you are feasting while she’s crying everywhere… Waking in the morning with tears and sleeping with wet eyes….  She did you nothing wrong but all you did was treat her unfairly and steal her smiles…. Can she draw again???? Why she isn’t singing?????

You’re very bad….   She loves what she’s doing but you’re taking it all away from her…. You had what you wanted…. You already kicked her out for you never welcomed her in the first place….

He’s Dead…

You’re my angel, my darling angel…

The lines of the song stuck in my head and Wade Wilson’s humorous lines made me life.  Well, he’s dead… Nope, he can’t die… He has healing powers and can regenerate if any of his body parts will be amputated or cut off…

He’s Deadpool not your typical superhero… He can truly love like any man in all love stories.  He’s appearace was distorted  and he looked like those horror movie characters like Freddie… He can’t die… He’s dead…DEADPOOL….

Dead pool. A dead pool, also known as a death pool, is a game of prediction which involves guessing when someone will die. Sometimes it is a bet where money is involved.   

By Juice Newton ” Angel in the Morning”



‘You don’t need to be a superhero to get someone.  The right person will make a hero out of you’

Winter Almost Here

1. Jon Snow Ain’t Dead

It was inevitable that somebody would claim to spot Jon Snow alive and well, so ladies and gentlemen, I present you with JON SNOW ALIVE AND WELL. For approximately 0.00000154 second, you can see a dark-haired warrior charging towards the action atop a white horse.

He’s riding alongside Northmen, and while its the smallest of clips, there’s every chance it may actually be him. In the very likely circumstance that Jon does return, hopefully it happens quickly. It’s the worst kept secret in TV, but it will still be the greatest modern-day comeback. Prepare yourself. Game Of Thrones Season 6 is almost here.


Game Of Thrones Season 6 Trailer: 11 Hidden Details You Definitely Missed


My father died over a decade ago, and I am left alone.

I ran to my brothers but they were occupied building their future with other women.

I cried out for my mother but all she cared for were our neighbors, her relatives and her sisters.

I wanted to hold my sister’s hand but she left the country and enjoyed with others.

Yet, I am skillful and easily loved. There were two families who opened their homes to me.  I had two instant moms and they were well off.  They gave not only part time jobs but be part of their families.  I am contented with my little earnings.  I am happy with my students’ gifts and I still dress nicely with my cheap and second hand goods.  

Yet, I dreamed more and the children I borrowed had grown.  It made me realize that they didn’t belong to me.  Yet, all the laughter and secrets we shared were precious.  Now, finding out how successful they became made me proud.  I was not only their tutor, for I was their family and their homes welcomed me.  Everyone in their household were always part of me.  They were always be the little boys and girls I knew… I remembered my tutees namely: Joby, Lance, Van-van, Lukie, Val, Louie and Siobe.  Imagine, I had a big family before… I had two mothers and seven children… Life was never boring!!!  And so I left…

Away from my comfort zone taught me to value the people around me.  My job was my home.  The little joys people gave were truly a delight within.  No one presumed or took me wrongly.  However, I had to leave that little home I built and the familiar faces I’ve known because I sought for financial stability.  I had no choice but to return. 

When I reached my place, I discovered a tragedy.  My father’s land was taken away from us again?  Didn’t I pay for it a long time ago?  Have you worked for more than two years without any pay?  I did for the sake of family and to give my brother a good future.  I knew my mother and brother deceived all the time and cheated me with my money.  I never complained and forgot my happiness…

For a long time, I forgot about me. When I tried to, I was only taken for granted.   There was nothing to it but a hollow heart.  I was so empty and I ran to God.  I returned but someone tricked me with a job and took a lot of money from me.  God sent me a new source of living, but my boss was a coward and to this day he faced the outcome of my tears.

Here I am on my feet again. Clinging to the joy of my job and loving everyone around me.  All I want and need are people whom I can work well and share my stories and laughter.  I wanted to feel at home in my working place.  Yet, all offered to me was sadness and humiliation.   I thought that I am welcomed but not at all…. They all misjudged me because of my gender, the colour of my skin and my physical appearance.  None of them see the goodness of my heart.  I was not in for the show… All I wanted was for everyone to be happy  so that I would forget the issues at home.   I was taken wrongly and ditched as if I am the worst girl ever existed.  I was concerned and prayed for everyone else only to realize that no one cared and no one bothered.  They are all happy and feasting now…. Hope that they found it in their hearts that I considered them as my friends and I truly missed those moments… They already paid me… It was nothing but payment….

I am not the kindest person in the world.  I am not holy but a sinner.  Yet, no one can see that my goodness is true and I am not faking my smiles.

When I returned home, I am only back in a dream where my father was waiting and when everyone prayed the rosary together after dinner.

 I am not the best daughter there was but I gave up my happiness because I obeyed my parents.   I turned my back to the only man who was consistent to be with me because I valued my home and my dreams.  I was not the best sister but I made everyone happy.  I was not only my siblings’s sister but I am the big sister to all my cousins.  I had a big family and everyone was my brothers and sisters…. I got so many friends…. 

Then, I moved afar to be here, only to be judged and be the subject of a joke like the girl before me.  Only to buy a nice house where none of my family members willing to live… I wanted to start a business but how when there’s no one to trust…. All my efforts wasted…. And I can no longer be with those willing hearts whom I only liked but never tried to love.

I don’t belong. Nonetheless, God gave me so many skills to share.  He gave me a good heart to care for others.  He called my name to serve Him, be His voice and be a model to others.   Others may not appreciate that because I don’t sleep with them, it’s alright…. After all, my faith keeps me sane and strong…. Yes, I don’t have anyone and nobody wants me but God knows I am worth having and be a blessing to others as written in the scriptures…

God does not see race nor physical appearance.  He sees each His creation as a masterpiece and He judges what’s in the heart and deeds.  


Coz U Refused…

U ditched me on my day with the worst announcement in the universe.  My whole world crushed into pieces. Of course, no sympathy expected for your values remained in ur textbooks, no application in reality.

U refused to see the spark in my eyes when u used to smile at me

U refused to believe that I can care and love u the most

U refused to take chances coz I wad nothing but a joke

U refused to feel that my heart is yours 

U refused to know that I dream of u and I imagine funny thoughts with u

U refused to see the tears in my eyes and my suffering

U refused to convince urself that I can always be here

U have no idea the torture I have to survive daily   

The Inside Job in this Incredible Show


I grew up as a happy child
I only knew how to laugh
I cried less for I was loved more
Naturally liked and adored
I shared my smiles and laughter
I brought happiness to others
However, as a child I was injured
Unkind words and discouragements
Despite all, I was confident
Years folded, I was courageous
I am my own hero, who needed who?
I didn’t mind growing old alone
As long as my father would stay
All that matter was my dreams
I didn’t expect to be with no one
There were those who bothered me
Probably, one would return
And I would make it work for real

Believe_Wallpaper_by_AmigoamigaYet, now I am no longer a child

So many sacrifices for other’s sake
Deceived and always taken advantage
No longer the center of the crowd
Always down with no cheerleader
Sadly, I can’t cheer myself too!
My shoes can’t give me thrill
My clothes are getting old too
I look at my teary reflection
Asking the Almighty my sad queries
“What have I done to you, Lord?
Why you don’t send me someone?
Did I forsake you, my dear God?
Why no one can’t see my worth?”
Indeed, life is an incredible show
Am I not worth having and loving?
Do I deserve to laugh once more?
Do I deserve to have that happiness?
How to be happy without nothing?
Well, isn’t happiness everywhere?
Giving myself a little time
A time to heal and let go
Be that little girl I used to be
Always happy and cried less
It won’t be so easy steps to take
I’ll try to climb and not give up
After all, it’s my duty, my inside job…




Hug of the Devil

Sometimes you don’t feel like waking up

You don’t want to go to work and play dead

Sometimes you don’t want to climb the stairs

For every steps remind you of the smiles

Those laughter and chitchat shared

Sometimes you refused to continue

Never signed the papers for the card

Never complied the requirements necessary

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I always thought that I could belong

Be always be the friend to everyone else

I just wanted to be happy wherever I am

Bring smiles to others and be there for them

Then, the trauma of the passed returned

It was not for real and all for man’s greed

Silence of the lamb, the echo of fears inside

Why would I cry when he was there?

Should I be sad underneath his embrace?


For in moments when I am down

All I need is a simple care and a little cheer

Why do they make feel I am worst?

Am I everything but bad and mad to them?

So many people knows me better and more

I am not who they painted me in their heads

There’s no one there when I weep alone

Only the hug of the devil in a memory

Pulling me down to the pit of nothing…


You’re Never Late

She was there and she rose up with pride, I stared with pang of jealousy in my heart. ‘What a lucky girl’ I whispered to myself. He belonged to her not to me. When she started reading, she trembled and she flared up. Was it possible that the language was difficult for her to articulate? 

Then, a familiar name called out my name.  I came to the rescue to the woman who had everything I wouldn’t have.  I read with joy not with pride for God’s words moved me in many ways.

Was it him? Of course,  he came for her not for me.  He approached someone I knew and I felt that it was impossible he’d come for me.  I headed to the church with so many fears in my heart.  I was anxious of being late for the mass. Then, an elderly churchgoer smiled beautifully and then said ‘You’re never late!!!! Always remember that….’  Does it matter when or how???

He looked at my eyes and smiled.  Finally, after a long time he used the sight of his core for the first time… He held me in his arms for a long time….He could see now.  God, he finally saw with his eyes…


Drowning in the Rain

Everyone around me is very excited and they’re happily talking about it.  None of them can see that I walk with the hurt concealed in my eyes. Then, I dash and hide at the other room pretending not to cry even if the tears just keep on flowing.

Why will anyone bother about me or care with what I feel? I am not their kind nor I am not a prostitute. Or not the girl who willingly open her legs for them.  I am me who stupidly believed that I found friends in them that I could be one with the guys like last time.   

No one can see that I am in torture.  I guess, they’re all lucky while I am not.  What is the best way to perish? Am I brave enough to fall from great heights? Or tie a knot around my neck until I can breath no more.  Everyday I pray to Papa to take me with him…

My life has no meaning and I have no purpose.  If I’m gone no one will mourn for me.  No one cares if everyday is a torture for me.  They’re looking forward for the feast and I am no one to any them.  I don’t make count and I am absolutely nothing because of my appearance and the color of my skin.  

Hope it occurred to them that I was truthful all the time. I was happy then and meant heartily what I said.  They just with their eyes not with their hearts.

Why will they bother? I’m not a whore… I don’t sleep around… I only work hard and do my best in all I do…

On & Off with Life

I get hurt, I hold back my tears
Always insulted, I swallow my pride
I am angry, I calmed down myself
Am I truly mean? I tried to be kind
I want to speak out, I’m lost of words
I am outgoing, I stayed all day in my room
I am the center of the crowd, I’m left behind
I am scared, I pretended to be brave
I feel lonely, I thought of joyful memories
I want to cry, I never quit on smiling
I am down, I never lost confidence
I sometimes fail, I still have faith in success
I’m so exhausted, I don’t need an energy drink
At times I stumble, I rose up on my feet

I have no one, I saw God in my dreams

I lost someone, I will find someone special

I’m missing someone, I know you exist

Jul 22, 2010 @ 15:48

Jester, Walk Away!

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A joke for a year long

The foolishness is over

No more humiliation

No more ridicules and mockeries

Welcome to the world

When being you is unacceptable

Honesty meant nothing 

Friends are blessings 

Aren’t they Heaven’s gifts?

Believing so and thankful too

Yet, what a fool she’d been!

A crying jester, no one cares!

The torture of knowing

Butchering love and hopes

Killing her courage and faith

What was said and heard

“Jester, walk away… get lost!”

She did and happiest others can be…

She’s gone and no one cared at all!!!


Kiss of Judas

Money talks louder

All for silver and gold 

Pride and shame

Words do matter

Trophy to parade 

What’s real or true?

Do you care at all?

You are the luckiest

You rejoice and feast

How long this will last?

Carrying the cross 

Dying and suffering

Everyday is a torture

Remember, Jesus said

“For those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted”

Forget about what Judas did

At the end, he paid more…



Wishes on Fireflies


I used to be happy and I am always happy

Time changes but not the faith in my heart

I won’t allow life steal nor take my smiles away

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I was loved and I am always loved by many

I’m capable of loving and I will not stop 

I do believe and I won’t give up believing


As a child, my delight was seeing fireflies

There lights glowing in the darkness

They were fairies lighting the night


As a child, I made wishes on fireflies

As a young adult, I kept on wishing on them

As a young lady, my wishes not forgotten


Wishes on fireflies glow within me

The light in my gloomy situation

I never doubted and won’t stop believing

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My wishes on fireflies are not gone

Somewhere you’re thinking of me

My love, the fireflies will light your way

i love you

by Owl City “Fireflies”

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Can I Cross the Road?


U were there with ur friends.  Another Friday night, was it?   At the opposite side… Can I cross the road? Perhaps, not. It was off limits for me.  I remembered those days when I was in. It made me happy and I am grateful to God that I found new acquaintances.  As innocent as ever, in my mind I believed to find new friends to laugh, share and talk with.  I was being me… it was not for the show… I am not in for the praises.  I am being me and dressed up as me.

Moreover, I knew something was not right.  I knew it!!! I was true and I enjoyed hanging around only to uncover that I don’t belong.  I am never welcomed even from the beginning… my gender? my race? my faith? my looks?  It was foolish pf me to believe then that I possibly and truly found new friends to find joys of that moment… I am nothing but a laughingstuff… a joke…. Do u think that I can be like other girls u know?

U don’t know me because u kicked me before giving me that chance… U only thought I am faking it… Yeah, I am miserable and weak as shown… It’s true for u but not to those people in my past who knew me very well….

Absentmindedly looking at Mac desktop, my two-year old niece approached me saying “Papa, Ate Viv..Papa!”  Then, she placed her prince charming toy on my chest.  Papa Prince Charming indeed!  Magdilang-anghel ka sana, little angel…. carrier of the message from heavens… there’s always a Prince Charming in my heart? Will u let me cross? Can I cross the road, my beloved?

Pity Party (Her Worst Birthday Ever)


After all those years, they wondered what happened to her.  She never showed up, as if she disappeared in the face of the earth.  Yet, none of them asked.  It never mattered anyway because as long as they knew she was alright.  However, she was in hell and she would never be fine.  Ironically, they cheered her up.  Wasn’t being a cheerleader her role to everyone else?  The table had turned not in favor of her.

What happened? What did go wrong?

It was decided after that awful and humiliating exchanged of messages that she would be home bound for the day.  A lot of them remembered, didn’t he?  Actually, she belonged to a family and they tried to pull her out from the chains.  The sun was warmed on her day, she managed to smile but then she got lost.  So, she reacted like a five year old who was lost in the mall.  Her sibling scolded her but the source of the tears wasn’t actually that incident.  The tears that she tried to suppress poured uncontrollably. ‘Shame on me!’ she exclaimed while pounding her chest.

Surprise? Why? And so he said for it was due to what she had done… She needed not be compensated for what she did because she gave to make others happy and it was not something others owed to her.  Did she share to others and did sacrifices for her family because she expected to be repaid?  What did these people know?  They only judged her to be miserable and some poor case.  How could she allow the situation now rob her sunshine smiles? So, the cake and all were because of something she did.  She planned to treat everyone since it was been awhile since she went out with them.  Didn’t he invite her to join the gang?  Never mind, nobody would bother with what she felt anyways.

You know what was so painful for her?  Little things could make her happy and every people who crossed hers were considered blessings.  Friends and new acquaintances were gifts from Heaven for her, and she never failed the Almighty and said her prayers for them too.  Perhaps, she might be old but part of her was always naive.  Yet, her intuition whispered what was absolutely right.

He pushed her from the start and it was a mystery to her.  Yet, she was not bitter with how he acted because she always cherished what she had wherever she set her foot at the moment.  Instead she was being herself and it wasn’t for the show or to impress anyone.  She still tried to be friends even they didn’t want her in.  It was upsetting for her but she went on to find out what was going on… She knew it! Actually, she wasn’t as stupid as others portrayed her in their heads.  People may judged her quickly to be emotional and such a drama queen but that who she truly was…  She missed an old friend but didn’t he the reason why she needed to walk away in the past and be brought here?

Welcome to the labyrinth where she was stuck weeping alone wherein no one could hear and help her out.  Unfair!!! It was an old friend’s fault for he showed him what it was like to be with a man in those borrowed moments.  She wanted to take that courage, which turned into a trash and a BIG JOKE.  For the first time in forever, she put herself into a shameful situation and people thought the worst of her. Besides, the truth was his celebration but it was a nuclear bomb tossed into her heart.

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Yes, she cried every single day.  As a matter of fact, she never slept last night and so many nights passed.  Despite what she was feeling, she completed her tasks.  God knew she was totally a mess and her tidy room was a huge rubbish bin.  Her tears wouldn’t stop but it didn’t make her weak.  Would she still be around on that day? Her heart is dying but she must fight the pain because her dreams must not perish for it all left of her.

She walked out from them but she ran back to their comfort because she knew them well.  Thus, she reconnected to old friends to remind her what she used to  be.  “Don’t lose your jolly self!” an old friend sent her that message.  “Be happy because that’s what you deserve,” her cousin added.  “You know what grandma always pray every 3pm for the desires of your heart,” her sister said so.

“Let the desires of my heart be Yours,” she prayed while kneeling below the hanging cross of Christ.  Even if she embarrassed herself and allowed to be mocked, her faith was still tact and still she wouldn’t cut her breath because of some game.  No more singing but maybe just for now… Every time she would take that train, she wept inside thinking, ‘how can he possibly judge me wrongly when he never taken the chance of knowing me?’  She didn’t curse nor hate.  She just pray for his welfare and draw his portrait.  Of course, why would he care about what she was feeling?  She never slept with him and she was not a prostitute.  Moreover, in her veins flowed the blood of her father and all generations before her.  Aside from that, she was not fond of deceiving or teasing men.  The truth, she was always scared and shy; and she didn’t know how to act because winning men was not taught in school.

Her birthday? She told her father long time ago that there would be no more party after 18. Then, today she invited them.  Or did they invite her to that pity party?

If only the cake could heal her broken heart and if only he tried to see, and for once in his life really learned his lessons…

After the cake was sliced, it was back to zero.  She accepted and believed in heart that she could be their friend (although not super close or bffs) but they saw her as a stranger and a nobody.  So, she felt that she had no place and never belonged to that room.  The errors in their judgments made her feel worst than any bitch in the world.  She never lied when she said that she spent her time at home, be with God and volunteer for His name.

Her friend said, “those in darkness are afraid of the light.  Always tell yourself that it isn’t you lost.”  They might not welcome her again but at least once in awhile she rejoiced even in that simple thought that she found friends in them.  Then, in her childlike ways and all sincerity, she never judged them or scrutinized them same as they did.

Those she made special will forever be… Only God has the right to judge any of us!


by Melanie Martinez “Carousel”


There are no fairy tales.  What’s that word again??? Happy ending??? What a joke??? They said this and that… all lies… nothing real… no one really knows how it feels and what’s troubling inside.

I am capable of doing what other women can do… Then, does it count?  NO ONE JUST CAN SEE ME… NO ONE WANTS ME TO BE PART OF THEIR LIVES…. None of them is grateful that I can possibly be there and will never leave… None of them ever thought of me… none of them remembered…

Tired of dreaming or trying… I am nothing but a joke… No one takes me seriously!  As if I don’t really make a count in this world.  I feel dying each day…. Crying everywhere… if only they too can feel the pain…. Do I need anyone’s mercy??? I also know how to care and love…  and whatever comes with that package….

Somehow it’s just so sad…. the story I always want to write will never come to life…. the other half I kept within will remain in my head for the rest of my life.   Perhaps, this is not what I expected my life to turn out.

Part of me wants to say ‘stupid!’… part of me wants to just perish… but a great percentage doesn’t quit the fight and still clinging on faith that I can achieve more… I can do more… and I can be more… And if no one will be there, it will be just alright because finding my purpose matters above all…. That story will never be published…  It will remain on the pages of little girl’s journal who believed with all her heart that there’s someone across the star.

Who am I? In the memories of my friends, I was the bubbly and tough one.  I never cared about grades but I was good in making money.  In their memories, I laughed the loudest  and everyone’s cheerleader.  In the memories of my cousins and siblings, I was the one who was not out of tales, and the big sister who cared for everyone and someone they could run to… Siobe and the rest of them remembered me with a big smile… I wanted to be that same person…. The one who always made a different twists and jokes to every boring textbook stories in literatures….. The one who could laugh at anything and found humor in every little thing.  I hope in my father’s memory, I am the always be the happy daughter he raised and the one who had tons of tales to tell.

I spoke with Louie for long time.  He someone said, “Qua, remember the Mousetrap…”  The mousetrap, the most unreal of them all and that one was nothing but a dream.  Oh, they never forgot all my tales.  He added that there’s hope in that trap…. It was all but a fairy tale, the story I invented.

In reality, I belonged to no one…. NO ONE there and NO ONE who wants to be my friend for life.

I can be not just a friend, a colleague or a sister… I can be someone else too… I don’t wish anymore… Wishes don’t come true… Miracles??? I don’t know… My prayers don’t reach to HEAVEN… remain on earth that becomes my tears… Probably God is so busy caring for others and He can possibly overlooked me.

I don’t know what should do… I wanted to remain as the girl with a big smile in everyone’s memories… I don’t want to see me now. I don’t want anyone to see me sad because that’s not who I am… Life just robbed my smiles away and reality take away my humor… my hopes… and my heart who is willing to love others with all my heart…. it’s no one’s fault… maybe, i am the one always wrong for them… if only one can see that I exist too…

by Melanie Martinez “Pity Party”

See me not


Do you ever been inside in a room where you are always the outsider? It feels like you are ban to be there yet you have no choice but be there. I know exactly what it is like because I have to be there. Outside that room with unwelcome sign, deep within I know that there are so many people I shared my existence whole-heartily and in their simple ways I am not pushed away.

How can that gloomy room rob my smiles and not see that I never faked what I did? I was doing things because that was who I am. Of course, no one sees and no one bothers. Do I expect to be appreciated and praised? Nope, it’s not about the recognition but that feeling of being home wherever you are because people just simply care for you happened to be human like them. I don’t need to hear all the lies and flattery, I am comfortable walking on my shoes. I have no skeletons in the closet nor I am depending on others for survival. Maybe, little thoughts and acts of kindness; or even a smile to cheer your day….

I am not tired of what I am doing. In fact, I am still enjoying and treat everyday an opportunity to gain wisdom. For outside that unwelcoming room, I am everybody’s big sister, daughter, granddaughter who will never turn back on my family and the one who is always willing to give not expecting anything in return. I was a lot of people’s friend with light sense of humor, lifting others when their down, always willing to reach out, share little things, with ears that always listen and heart that always love. Outside that room, I am doing my best as a colleague to be the asset wherever I am and carry out my responsibilities effectively. I am neighbor who brings joy to others, never judged nor looked down at anyone and always treat everyone fairly despite their status and morals. And I know, I am not the perfect teacher. I don’t only teach but also share and care to all learners who walked into my class. It doesn’t matter whether the kids forget or remember, at least one moment in their lives I am part of their journeys. Further, outside that room I keep nurturing my faith and do my part in serving God through others. I just don’t attend masses but I also help in bringing faith to the lives others. I also share my skills with no compensation because in many ways God blessed.

Inside that room, what do they know about me? Mock me and laugh at me while you can… Treat me as a joke! I don’t have to explain myself because I know I tried and failed several times. I never gave up… What do you know when you don’t see?

Let your eyes wander elsewhere. Believe in what you believe. I maybe a fool to you but not to others because I am a blessing for them. I can be too in that room. Can I when they see me not? I exist. See the stars. See all the pleasures. See me not.

what you see

You Shall Return




30 mins of sleep today…. no matter how tired i still attended a mass…
I admit that i am hurting…. my bravery deserved no applause but a topic of a joke… oh, u dont feel the pain…ur feasting and found the love of ur life…. and so i cried and though it’s sickening i must force a smile coz i won’t let go my bread and butter….

Everybody knows but u don’t give a damn…. u shalll return….

Not 18 today

I am not 18 today 

And I won’t be 18 again

Does it matter how old I get?

What’s with the age anyway?

I don’t wish to be 18 again

I only wish that those people 

I knew when I was 18 stayed

They believed and trusted me

They liked me for who I was

They knew I am not faking

They saw the goodness in me

When I was 18, I never cried

I was never alone, always bright

If only I meant to love then,

Perhaps, I could share my all

I can’t be 18 again

Yet, I remembered waking up

My father with his friends’ serenades

I had a big cake and new dress

Lots of food that my parents prepared

I was bubbly and high spirited

No need to dare ask, they’d take that courage…

I was the coward at 18

I am not 18, what an irony!!!

In many ways, God blessed me!!!

Dear God, can you please bring them back!!!

U know that I can love with all my heart

If given the chance and one can see

I can give my all… My life too!

I’m no longer 18, not coward anymore!!!!

Just one, one is just perfect for me!!!!

I don’t want many, just one and only

The Five Little Monkeys in Hell

  There were five little monkeys all named John

The first John was cute and innocent

The second John always brought sour fruits

The third John always put his hands on his head

The fourth John had the loudest laugh

The fifth John thought he was the most beautiful

Well, everybody knew that mirrors never lied

Once they were shown the way to the light

Laughed out loud and ignored its presence

No getting out of darkness, to hell they went

Hey, hell wasn’t that fearful as stated in the Bible!

In hell, they got everything they desired

The first John danced in all beats with no end

The second John ate all kind of sour fruits

The third John held a huge and most expensive crown on his head

The fourth John laughed and laughed endlessly 

The fifth John was showered with praises as the fairest of them all!

The first John stopped dancing and remembered his Father

He said, ‘I’m tired in hell. I am going back to my Dad’

Loser they called him and they forgot he existed

Then, the second John asked, ‘can I have sweets?’

‘Nope, in hell you get what you deserved,’ Satan replied

‘Satan, the crown on my head is heavy,’ the third one complained

‘Ha! Ha! It’s gold and beauty you want. Why complain?’

‘Satan, it is fine with me to feel other emotions too,’ the fourth suggested

‘Come on, are you sure? You who enjoy over other’s miseries won’t want that!’

The fifth John kept quiet, he was the most arrogant of them all

‘Do you think that I don’t know fifth John?’ Satan said

‘I am aware that you missed that light.  My friend, no turning back!’

The four remaining monkeys had it all in hell

Yet, there was no satisfaction and that made their stay tormenting

The light of salvation never gave up on them

God’s people had strong hearts and authentic goodness

There was no happiness in hell, the little monkeys discovered  

Thus, one by one, the other monkeys followed God’s men

Yet, the fifth John remained because he was stuck to his pride

He stayed in hell but he always remembered with regrets

The wounds unhealed and torturing miseries

God did sent the fifth John a hand to hold and be redeemed

Yet, he refused to see and believed in his own wisdom

  There’s always salvation to all and God sent His men 

The loving Almighty wanted all His children home

Even if the fifth John knew, he still walked away many times

Who is the luckiest then? Is it the one who has it all?

Is the pitiful the one who sees the light and loves truly and deeply?

There were five little monkeys who were in hell

They had fun feasting with the Devils but something was not right

God never surrendered even He saw the red flag 

One by one He redeemed each and brought in true paradise

Yet, the last one never listened and suffered a perpetual sorrow

God never gives up on us but we just can’t see

How many people of God whom you refused to enter in your life?

Are you no different from the fifth John who chose to be in hell?