Help Me! I'm falling!

falling for someone that you know can’t be yours can be very frustrating. even if there are signs of possible chemistry between the two of you, still there are forces beyond your control that hinders to go on with that relationship. and what’s more  frustrating is the fact that this has happened a lot of times before. why do  we keep on entering this vicious cycle where it always leaves us fallling for someone and in return we keep landing flat on the ground with bumps and bruises to boot? what makes us a magnet to stuff that we know will hurt us? Even if we keep our guards up eventually it crumbles down. There is that person (or persons) who will "destroy" that shield you have put up and you have nothing to do but to give in. 

How Many Times

How many times have I broken Your heart?

Yet You never cease to give me a new start.

How many times have I repeatedly failed You?

Still You never gave up on seeing me through.

How can You give up Your life for someone unworthy?

How can You choose to love some wretch like me?

There must be something I failed to understand

There must be something that my mind can’t comprehend

Though I turn away from You, still You wait for my return

How can You be so patient and loving with a heart that never learns?

Never have I felt a love that could truly heal

Never have I seen a sacrifice so real

Every stripe on Your back, every gash on Your brow

Every whip, every pound, every drop, every blow

Every nail, every thorn, every fall

Sacrificing Yourself and took it all

How can someone so big and majestic

Be interested in me – a tiny speck

I’m humbled and unworthy

Of the love that You give unconditionally

Too many lies have been said

I might as well been left for dead

But now my life has been taken out of the lost

All because of a man who loved me and died for me on the cross.

You cannot leave everything to Fate, boy. She’s got a lot to do. Sometimes you must give her a hand ...

Leonardo da Vinci: You cannot leave everything to Fate, boy. She’s got a lot to do. Sometimes you must give her a hand. (EVER AFTER)

Henry: Do you really think there is only one perfect mate? 
Leonardo da Vinci: As a matter of fact, I do. 
Henry: Well then how can you be certain to find them? And if you do find them, are they really the one for you or do you only think they are? And what happens if the person you’re supposed to be with never appears, or, or she does, but you’re too distracted to notice? 
Leonardo da Vinci: You learn to pay attention. 
Henry: Then let’s say God puts two people on Earth and they are lucky enough to find one another. But one of them gets hit by lightning. Well then what? Is that it? Or, perchance, you meet someone new and marry all over again. Is that the lady you’re supposed to be with or was it the first? And if so, when the two of them were walking side by side were they both the one for you and you just happened to meet the first one first or, was the second one supposed to be first? And is everything just chance or are some things meant to be? (EVER AFTER)

Unrequited Love - Thoughts on Love

I’ve found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said “Journeys end in lovers meeting.” What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said “love is blind”. Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there’s another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. 

Random Thoughts on Letting Go

"I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade."

Burning

Flame is burning intensely thru the dark 

Emitting a radiant and hypnotic glow

Igniting within a tiny spark

A warmth that melts an inner snow

A warning for the little moth

That sees the burning light ahead

To heed before its wings get caught

And have its body scorched and dead

No amount of caution would keep her still

The burning flame entices her more

She is drawn against her free will

Nothing she has ever felt before

She flies closer and closer 

She is putting herself in a perilous dance

The flame almost touching her

Yet she is willing to take that dangerous chance 

Unknown to her what her fate would be

She is magnetized to the enigmatic flame

As she continues nonchalantly

Uninhibited, wild, restless and untamed

Lured in by that mysterious glow

Intrigued by the secrets she wants to know

Why can such light control her that way

In any course and time of the day?

Slowly the tip of her wing was licked by the flame

Still she continued with the dangerous game

She thought she was safe and had it in control

Little did she know that she will take the fall

Her wings scorched slowly into ash

Her body slowly withered and crash

Funny but she wasn't filled with remorse or regret

Willing to face the fire up to her last breath

Gabu by Carlos Angeles

The battering restlessness of the sea
Insists a tidal fury upon the beach
At gabu and its pure consistency
Havocs the wasteland hard within its reach.

Brutal the daylong bashing of its heart
Against the seascape where, for miles around,
Farther than sight itself, the rockstones part
And drop into the elemental wound.

The waste of centuries is grey and dead
And neutral where the sea has beached its brine
Where the spilt salt of its heart lies spread
Among the dark habiliments of Time.The vital splendor misses. For here, here
At Gabu where the ageless tide recurs,
All things forfeited are most loved and dear.

It is the sea pursues a habit of shores.