Cinco meses de edad (Five Months Old)

Their is another story elaborated to my graph
This time I need a perfect lie to tell my secrets away
Giving rise to an evolution of hour
Taking down the pieces into a very masterpiece

God gave me reasons for smiling
A reason for being
A reason to crying
And a reason to living

The border are well-built
Sensible, incredible and accountable
He opens the door, I quickly looked up and said,
"How I wish I am beautiful on our wedding day!"

Thinking of the possibility of numbness
Delirious, enthusiastic, very zeal
Perfect two, burned on ice
Shivering and Chilling

Sleeping in mild tender cloth
Keeping the warmth into your breathe
Hugging your flesh upon my chest
Tasting the romance of love

It doesn't matter how I feel cold nor hot
Sweating, salivating neither excavating
Within the dept of my heart, the soul of eternity
A rushed,cold, running awe came out from the wild

Sweet, tender, soft, smooth and gentle dew
A violin exercised upon the tube
Gliding softly upon the route
A nice melody hearing upon the mood

Breaking the silence of the crest moon
A cloudy experience I want to exploit
The crack of the cricket it joined the presence
Darkness resides upon the lamp shade

Curtain meadows
Soft quilts
Scented nighties
Colorful candles
Painted walls and ceilings
Crystal chandeliers
Bitter sweet grape wine
Looked warm caress toilets
Shaved secrets
Icy cold toughs
Harmonized voices toned in silence
Caramelized tops
Wild prints and lines
Folded tuck-ins
Pinkish heels and palms
Skinny waists and knees
Crowded curls and split ends
Pinches and slaps
Cold toes and fingertips
Exposes bellies and tits
And a warm owl on chinky eyes

It's never too late to see the rhythm
Hearing the chaps and scratches
Showing off, Striping off
Shyness resides inexperienced
Two souls tastes the other half
Passion, love and sometimes lust
It's pity felt on the mate
But excitement and love rocks the bed.


~*Happy 5th Monthsary Babe! i love you so much !! ♥

Less a few days; A grown Up!

Ano ang hanap ng isang nagdadalagang tulad ko?
Ano ang hiling niya?
Ano ba ang natatanging nais ko?
Ano ang mahalaga sakin?

Marahil isa lang talaga ang pinaka importante sa buhay ko ngaun
Ang makita ang mga minamahal ko na nasa maayos na kalagayan at estado
Makapagtapos ng kolehiyo at makapagtrabaho't magkanegosyo
Pero paano ko magagawa ito kung laging nasa isip ko'y MAHIRAP!?

Pangarap ko makasungkit ng bituin
Makakuha ng mataas na posisyon
Makapagpatayo ng mga gusali't mga lupa
At makapagbuo ng mga pangarap sa bagong pamilya

Napakahirap tuparin kung walang sagana
Puro tiis ang danas, pawis at luha
Masakit isipin na di ka makakapagapos dahil kapos at gipit
Pero mas masakit kung nawalan ka ng oportunidad dahil di mo kinayang maging malakas para sa mga pangarap

Ang SAKIT at HIRAP ay nasa isip lang nga tao
Di totoong may hirap at sakit
Dahil dinadanas lang ito ng ating kalamnan
Ngunit di kelanman sa laman

Karunungan ang kapital
Patiyatiyaga ang kapit
Patitiis ang kalakasan
At dasal ang kailangan

Diseotso na sa quatro
Dalaga na si Isang
Matanda na para isipin ang mali sa tama
At napakisig para suungin ang dagok ng buhay

Marami pang kakaining bigas
Marami pang lubak ang tatahakin
Sapat lang ang kaalaman
Pursigido't malakas para tawarin ang butas ng karayom

Isang hiling..


~LAKAS AT TIBAY NG DAMDAMIN:)

The apathetic majority.

Ninety out of every hundred women bury their minds alive. They do not live, they merely exist. After girlhood, with its fun and laughter and lightheartedness, they settle down into a sort of mental apathy, and satisfy themselves, as best they can, with superficialities —dress, for instance. There are thousands of women who live for dress. Without it the world for them would be an empty, barren place. Dress fills their thoughts, is dearer to them than their children; yes, even dearer than their pet dogs! What could heaven itself offer to such a woman? She would be miserable where there were no shops, no chiffons. The shining raiment of the spiritual world would not attract her, for she could not differentiate her own from that of others. And when beauty goes, and the prime of life with its capacity for enjoyment is long over, what remains to her? Nothing but deadly dulness, the miserable apathy that seizes on the mind neglected.