A Poem in Loving Memory of Sandy Brook Children

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GOODBYE FOR NOW

Oh, precious little ones!

How can we say goodbye?

The thought of never seeing you

Bring waves and waves of pain

How can we live like this?

When we will miss everything

Your innocent smile and energy

Even the naughty glint of your eyes

Who would have thought?

That fateful day was the last

Never again to hear your voice

And kiss you goodbye for school

No more birthdays to celebrate

Or grad ceremonies to attend
Not even a wedding to witness

You were a blessing 

A bundle of joy to behold

You taught us to live and love

How did we deserve such a gift?

If we can steal a day from death

Or even an hour will do

We will hug you one last time

And tell you, "We love you so!"

God wants you by His side

So we'll say goodbye for now

Go on and soar towards heaven

Where everything's happy and beautiful

No demanding moms nor angry dads

One day we'll be together again

Today, we live with your memories

We will miss you everyday.

We will love you forever.

Anguish

in a span of a short life
the stab that marked forever
not once but a thousand times over
it is a life flooded in strife

wounded like a warrior defeated
a stream of welling anguish is falling
the thorns of sorrow is killing
a lonesome fellow deserted

tough like a heartless giant
only to bled anew
to crumble a man of gallant
a torment meant for the few

a most horrifying wail
that extends to the darkest
even the strong become frail
the end of the meekest

the absence of solitude
a chilling sense of foreboding
to see one's magnitude
one must keep abiding


Soniador, a poem
December 9, 2011

Where Are You Sleep?

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Everyone is off to bed

The oldest one was first to shut her eyes

One by one the teens were in their jammies 

But the little one first needs to be fed

Soon she dozes off like everyone else

Exchanges of "Good nights" and "Sweet dreams"

The day has finally come to an end 

The bed looks like it beams

Fluffy pillows awaits and would gladly lend 

A heavenly comfort and a tired soul's mend

It is now past midnight 

But the eyes resist the lure of sleep

The lamp's little ray was the only light 

To shut the humming sounds with all the might

Where are you sleep?

Soniador, A poem

November 27, 2011

VIDEO: Kina Grannis "In Your Arms" and 288, 000 Jelly Beans

Now, this is what I call a brilliant music video. The artistry and creativity set it apart with all the music videos of today which to me are pretty average. There's not much originality and it is loaded with tons of subliminal messages and distasteful scenes.

Kina Grannis featured in this music video singing her single, "In Your arms" with thousands of colorful jellybean paintings in the background which also tells a story all in itself. There were tree, mountains, a girl with guitar, birds, balloons, rainbow, snow, a pot and watering can, a growing plant, an apple, even a worm,  a butterfly, fire, bats, beach, an angel singing lips, fireworks, a damsel in distress being saved, a skull and planet jelly beans. It was a pleasure to watch.

It is unique and different. The time, which is 22 months, effort and work spent on making this video definitely paid off. The director, Greg Jardin, is commendable for attempting to create such artistry. The music video is simple and organic yet it oozes authenticity and pure art.

Watch the making of video below:  

A Fatherless Child

A fatherless child, she was

A little girl treated like a queen

With a dear mom and the rest of the kin

A hug from uncle; from gramps, a kiss on the chin

Then, love was enough for her

  

A fatherless child, she was

The girl grew up; had to move away

New city, new friends; the family was at bay

 Going with the flow; riding the tides of the day

Then, love was distant for her

A fatherless child, she was

Another chapter, a new beginning 

For a young lady, it was utterly exciting

Longings and stirrings make the heart go pondering

Then, love was a wondrous thing for her

A fatherless child, she was

A new world she entered with ardor  

To meet the King whom they call the savior

The epitome of a perfect father; secretly yearned for

Then, love was glorious for her

  

A fatherless child, she was

A tragedy struck; it shattered her heart

A kiss on the chin no more; a lifetime apart

To forget will take forever; sorrow has become her part  

Then, love was broken for her

A fatherless child, she was

She must go on; continue her story

Soon the journey marks a quarter of a century

  Only to realize, a path was paved towards mediocrity  

Then, love was passive for her

A fatherless child, she was

A young lady aged beyond her years

The burdens of life has brought endless tears  

Depression took over; paralyzed by the unspoken fears  

Then, love was lost for her

A fatherless child, she was

Slapped with the truth: she was unwanted

A sea of hatred from the deepest it all erupted

A gaping hole; the heart was permanently pierced

Then, love was crushed for her

A fatherless child, she was

A weary soul; lonely beyond belief

Only one’s embrace can quench the grief

Never to be complete; Not a chance to savor relief

Then, love was cold for her

A fatherless child, she was

A prodigal child; a confused wanderer

Blame, anger, doubt towards her perfect father

Stuck on a crossroad; too many questions with no answer

Then, love was confusing for her

A fatherless child, she was

The search for meaning was futile

On her own, she was a prisoner on exile

But with open arms, the King awaits from a mile

Then, love was restored for her

A fatherless child, no more

A moment of clarity; it was a liberation

Embrace her purpose; goodbye to indignation

Finally, a perfect father’s love brought in completion

Then, love was perfect for her

A Solitary Soul

Awaken to a deathly silence
In search for a lover, a companion
Among the midst of the faceless multitudes
A longing for a beautiful reunion
Heart pounding ready to offer one's gratitude
The many years of endless waiting
Yes, Soon! Soon, it will be over.
But truth be told, there was no meeting
It was a tale to happen never
One has to surrender to an eternal absence.

Can one bear such utter sadness?
There is no quench to a grieving soul
Not even the painful tears of bitter sorrow
Only one face can get it whole
One wishes not for a better tomorrow
Put to sleep the numbing ache
Of a lonely heart without a mate
To roam the world so one can make
A turn around of fate
Because to live without is total madness.


by Soniador 

Defining My Life.

Yes, We Can.

So, I say let's be crazy

Be not hazy

To rebel not follow

Go against the flow

Think outside the box  

To be cunning like a fox

Change the norms

Never mold with the forms

Believe the impossible

For we are responsible

If we want one heck of a future

Rise above the culture

Of mediocrity

and inferiority 

Dare to think we can

For the sake of every man 

Yes, we can change the world.

Soniador  

Will by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

                                                       

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,

Can circumvent or hinder or control

The firm resolve of a determined soul.

Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great;

All things give way before it, soon or late.

What obstacle can stay the mighty force

Of the sea-seeking river in its course,

Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait?

Each well-born soul must win what it deserves. 

 Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate

Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves,

Whose slightest action or inaction serve.

The one great aim.

Why, even Death stands still,

And waits an hour sometimes for such a will.

Ever heard the cliche, "If there's a will, there's a way?" I'm sure we all did at one point in our lives. The truism of this maxim rings loud and clear in this poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. It's not just any ordinary will but it's the kind of will that does not bow to circumstance, problems, or any hindrances. It's a will that even makes the inevitable stand still. 

Can you imagine what we can do if we have such a will?   

Waiting

Waiting is not doing nothing

It is in fact giving everything

To be still is to stop fighting

On your own you will always be losing

Just let Him take over the driving

In faith, you start believing

With God, it is a happy ending 

                                      

                                       Soniador

The Daily Battle

Yesterday, I was on top of the world

I felt like I conquered Mt. Everest

Or won the Olympics medal of gold

It was a feeling that tastes the sweetest

Today, I am on the brink of despair

I am barely breathing and barely living

Every little thing is a bother

I am choking and my heart is screaming
The pressures of life is too much to bear

Is there a better tomorrow? 

What lies ahead after the sunset?

I wish to wake up to that same yesterday

But today makes me want to burrow

To hide from the haunting glare of despair 

Or turn my back and simply walk away

                                                                 


My heart broken

My spirit is downcast

But a glimmer of hope awaken

The buried dream of my past

My dead soul enlightened 

With a soft whisper from the King of Atlas

He held my hand and said, "Arise my warrior"

You must fight the daily battle.









                                                                            


                                                                     Soniador