Birthday greetings to the poet!
He's busy, i bet,
weaving the lines to express
what's within no less.
More blessings for you this year.
Will you be wishing over a beer?
Cheers my friend for more excitement
as you grow older with enlightenment.
Happy birthday and God bless you, Kenneth!
(",)
~ jocrossy + ~
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Message for you...
Today is the feast of St John of the Cross. I seem to love him even if I don't know him well yet. I was told that he wrote something on HOLY DARKNESS which I know nothing of. But such line has been my comfort in my low moments and when everything seems to mean nothing. Still, let me share the line to you... for even in the darkest hour, God is always around; that's His promise...for He is Lord...
God bless you, my friend, and your friend too...
prayers... (",)
God bless you, my friend, and your friend too...
prayers... (",)
Nothing
No time for thinking,
no space for words.
Nothing is revealing
but everything floats.
~ jocrossy + ~
no space for words.
Nothing is revealing
but everything floats.
~ jocrossy + ~
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
AT HOME
What a great thing it is
To be home in oneself!
You feel so inspired
With heart full of gratitude.
Peace within me,
Peace in oneself,
What else would I need?
The gentle breeze of the wind that feels my skin,
With tall trees swaying their leaves,
With the chirping birds singing praises,
I pray along with them.
In this moment of serenity,
In this feeling alone and free,
Nothing will be better than this my dear;
To feel at home where one belongs.
+ jocrossy +
**I think this is the first 'positive' poem I wrote. Before, I was at my best in writing when I was in a bad mood. But I learned to write not only out of anger or bad feelings or ill thoughts but of positive feelings. Way back then, others would commend me for being optimistic in dealing life. But my pessimism? You would see it in my poetry and other write ups in my diary or journal notebook. Because those are the things that I could not express at all. I was so used to be the best of me, trying to please people but deep inside, I was left alone in my darkness for nobody wanted to share the un-fortunes I had. People cling on you when they see you good. But they stay away the moment they sensed a little heavy thing in you. To whom do I share then?
But I remain grateful for the gift of the smiles that I am able to share with others. And I am happy to be 'at home' from time to time. ^_^
'Keep smiling, keep shining.'
God bless us all!
(",)
To be home in oneself!
You feel so inspired
With heart full of gratitude.
Peace within me,
Peace in oneself,
What else would I need?
The gentle breeze of the wind that feels my skin,
With tall trees swaying their leaves,
With the chirping birds singing praises,
I pray along with them.
In this moment of serenity,
In this feeling alone and free,
Nothing will be better than this my dear;
To feel at home where one belongs.
+ jocrossy +
**I think this is the first 'positive' poem I wrote. Before, I was at my best in writing when I was in a bad mood. But I learned to write not only out of anger or bad feelings or ill thoughts but of positive feelings. Way back then, others would commend me for being optimistic in dealing life. But my pessimism? You would see it in my poetry and other write ups in my diary or journal notebook. Because those are the things that I could not express at all. I was so used to be the best of me, trying to please people but deep inside, I was left alone in my darkness for nobody wanted to share the un-fortunes I had. People cling on you when they see you good. But they stay away the moment they sensed a little heavy thing in you. To whom do I share then?
But I remain grateful for the gift of the smiles that I am able to share with others. And I am happy to be 'at home' from time to time. ^_^
'Keep smiling, keep shining.'
God bless us all!
(",)
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Wake me up, Lord
Wake me up, Lord
from the long sleep I've been.
For life is nowhere
in the nights within.
Bring me into light
for my spirit to awake.
Let me grasp your hand for help
in the uncertainty of living.
Guide me as I open my eyes.
Calm this trembling heart.
Teach me to recognize
the strength to survive.
+ jocrossy +
07:25 AM
3 Nov 2010
from the long sleep I've been.
For life is nowhere
in the nights within.
Bring me into light
for my spirit to awake.
Let me grasp your hand for help
in the uncertainty of living.
Guide me as I open my eyes.
Calm this trembling heart.
Teach me to recognize
the strength to survive.
+ jocrossy +
07:25 AM
3 Nov 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Surfacing Sadness
With the rippling sound of the glorious fountain,
awakens the sadness seated within.
The loudness of the flow cannot underestimate
the chaos of the silence it dared to rate.
The hunger I feel in this not so empty stomach
cannot be dismissed by the lulling hammock.
For thoughts and feelings in twirl combine,
I am left to surrender to the One Divine.
Hear ye, hear ye, what I am not certain of.
These passing things that I need not prove.
Know the unravellings of this mind and heart,
catch every second as I let it part.
awakens the sadness seated within.
The loudness of the flow cannot underestimate
the chaos of the silence it dared to rate.
The hunger I feel in this not so empty stomach
cannot be dismissed by the lulling hammock.
For thoughts and feelings in twirl combine,
I am left to surrender to the One Divine.
Hear ye, hear ye, what I am not certain of.
These passing things that I need not prove.
Know the unravellings of this mind and heart,
catch every second as I let it part.
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