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The Names Around

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The Names Around

Santa Maria, San Jose, San Isidro Labrador— a friendly name and face at every door standing guard at all hours, sun or rain: a cloud of witnesses at every lane. Marilag, Dimaguila, and Nakpil then— names from a time of noble men veiled in a fog unmapped and vast, traces of an ever-present past. Lim, Locsin, Ongpin, and Lee— the men who left home and family under the silk-clad Emperor's eyes for plunder, fate, or enterprise. Dasmariñas, de Anda, Legazpi of old— a race who set out for God, glory, and gold through the ocean sea from a foreign clime, who loved, and laughed, and were lost to time. Rizal, Luna, Maxi

The News from Paris

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The News from Paris

The tributes pile high from page to page to her, glorious in every age— and yet she lies silent, in ruin still after fire and flame had eaten their fill. The censures ring out line by line crying punishment levied by God or time— yet love and faith live on as best they could amid rubble, glass, charred stone and wood. Now Notre-Dame stands, as if for the sake of half-remembered lessons and cold hot takes in twisted litanies and internet games where noble and commoner once loved her name.

Encounter

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Encounter

Who is she, coming with stars in her hair, a bright smile on her tired face, worn and lined with care, who once wore her sorrows as a veil of tears but now stands, shining stronger than all our fears? --I am the Queen of Heaven and Earth who knows pain and sorrow, laughter and mirth, and I bore the living God, broken and killed, who rose on Easter morn, a promise fulfilled. And who is he, rising with the sun on his face, whose body bears the scars and scarlet trace of a wicked fate, now marching like an army in array, setting light to the whole world on his way? --I am the root and stock of David, the bright morning star, from whom came al

Distraction

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Distraction

She explains her problems in a roundabout way: all symbols, equations, all adding up to say from this angle, her tiny side of the universe, all the terms had aligned and delivered a curse to her doorstep--but that was no reason to stop. It's fine. There's no other way but up. And I'd smile, so happy to see she'd solved the problem around which her hour revolved-- and thankful, grateful: at least for today, at least for a while, I could steal away, silent, sure-footed like a night-time thief, from my room of sorrow, my house of grief.

Storytelling

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Storytelling

Tell me about how you guys met one day in a café, or better yet, give me all the details, set the scene: the whisper of paper, the coffee beans bubbling bright and hot like the summer sun —but no promises yet: this is Chapter One. Tell me about that very first date and about the night before, staying up late, your hair and clothes a puzzle and a riddle to solve, the mystery around which the cosmos revolved; then tell me about the bright smile on your face that evening, when everything just fell into place. And then tell me about what happened next: the jokes, lunch, meet-ups, and texts through the following weeks and months and y

St. Therese the Timeless

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St. Therese the Timeless

We thought that honor was an alien name from a foreign land, in this age of fame; that it died long ago, long before our birth, when the Spirit of Christ used to walk on this earth. But Therese smiles in Carmel, an argument unsaid, every motion a prayer as she rises from bed to an armor of foil and flag of holy mark, and summons the chivalry of Joan of Arc. We thought God was dead by the thinkers' hands and thought that His Spirit no longer walked the land in the age of the train track and telephone, enlightened by lights no longer His own. But Therese heard Him, felt Him, deep in her soul, a Love that burned brighter and hotter than coals

What Isn't There

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What Isn't There

Staring into the cold stillness of space, I see one shining star Bright, as the smile once was on your face, And I wonder where you are. I still remember your sad, dark eyes From a far and foreign clime, Remember every smile and sigh From once upon a time. And I remember a promise made: A silly, crazy vow That lapsed, unfulfilled, as neither stayed— That was then, but this is now. Sometimes, I have this crazy thought, Returning now and then, That tells me maybe one day I ought To call or text you again. "Hey you, remember me?" I'd say, Just like the radio song. But it's just too late by years and days— Too late, too long, too

Dear Friendly Dreamer

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Dear Friendly Dreamer

To J.M.Q. Dear Friendly Dreamer, smiling at the world With your eyes shining at your fair fortune unfurled, Free to choose and travel your own way and course: Captain and commander--'cause all the world is yours. You're standing at the crossroads, with your life ahead of you, But everything will be alright as long as you are true: True to your own vision--so stand firm, Jo, And everything will turn out fine; that's all you need to know. And so, friendly Dreamer, on your birthday I pray That you never lose your guiding star, the star that shows the way Beyond the veiled illusions that are never as they seem, To your dearest desires and deep

Remembering in September

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Remembering in September

I fled from you a world away, and yet I turn and I find you, all around me. You are the stars smiling as I lay my head down to rest; but there is no comfort in your smile. Not anymore. You are the wind, the laughter singing in the breeze-- the silver sound that soared once for and in spite of me. You are the voice in my dreams: the song in the silence I listened to, that I wanted to turn from, though each time I try, I fail. You are . . . You, it seems, are the universe spinning above me still.

Message Sent

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Message Sent

Go, I whisper with a smile, to where I cannot be. Go and be with her, my words: you are my hope that she is safe, my faith that she will remember me. I send you, scattered on the winds; perchance you find her tell her she is my promise: I fled, returning in impermanence; I will return, only, more so. You are me now, my words, being where I cannot be. Shattered, scattered and thrown afar, you will be my avatar: embrace, smile, all, even sharp sorrow as your insistence meets sweetly smiling silence.
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The Names Around

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The Names Around

Santa Maria, San Jose, San Isidro Labrador— a friendly name and face at every door standing guard at all hours, sun or rain: a cloud of witnesses at every lane. Marilag, Dimaguila, and Nakpil then— names from a time of noble men veiled in a fog unmapped and vast, traces of an ever-present past. Lim, Locsin, Ongpin, and Lee— the men who left home and family under the silk-clad Emperor's eyes for plunder, fate, or enterprise. Dasmariñas, de Anda, Legazpi of old— a race who set out for God, glory, and gold through the ocean sea from a foreign clime, who loved, and laughed, and were lost to time. Rizal, Luna, Maxi

The News from Paris

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The News from Paris

The tributes pile high from page to page to her, glorious in every age— and yet she lies silent, in ruin still after fire and flame had eaten their fill. The censures ring out line by line crying punishment levied by God or time— yet love and faith live on as best they could amid rubble, glass, charred stone and wood. Now Notre-Dame stands, as if for the sake of half-remembered lessons and cold hot takes in twisted litanies and internet games where noble and commoner once loved her name.

Encounter

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Encounter

Who is she, coming with stars in her hair, a bright smile on her tired face, worn and lined with care, who once wore her sorrows as a veil of tears but now stands, shining stronger than all our fears? --I am the Queen of Heaven and Earth who knows pain and sorrow, laughter and mirth, and I bore the living God, broken and killed, who rose on Easter morn, a promise fulfilled. And who is he, rising with the sun on his face, whose body bears the scars and scarlet trace of a wicked fate, now marching like an army in array, setting light to the whole world on his way? --I am the root and stock of David, the bright morning star, from whom came al

Distraction

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Distraction

She explains her problems in a roundabout way: all symbols, equations, all adding up to say from this angle, her tiny side of the universe, all the terms had aligned and delivered a curse to her doorstep--but that was no reason to stop. It's fine. There's no other way but up. And I'd smile, so happy to see she'd solved the problem around which her hour revolved-- and thankful, grateful: at least for today, at least for a while, I could steal away, silent, sure-footed like a night-time thief, from my room of sorrow, my house of grief.

Storytelling

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Storytelling

Tell me about how you guys met one day in a café, or better yet, give me all the details, set the scene: the whisper of paper, the coffee beans bubbling bright and hot like the summer sun —but no promises yet: this is Chapter One. Tell me about that very first date and about the night before, staying up late, your hair and clothes a puzzle and a riddle to solve, the mystery around which the cosmos revolved; then tell me about the bright smile on your face that evening, when everything just fell into place. And then tell me about what happened next: the jokes, lunch, meet-ups, and texts through the following weeks and months and y

St. Therese the Timeless

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St. Therese the Timeless

We thought that honor was an alien name from a foreign land, in this age of fame; that it died long ago, long before our birth, when the Spirit of Christ used to walk on this earth. But Therese smiles in Carmel, an argument unsaid, every motion a prayer as she rises from bed to an armor of foil and flag of holy mark, and summons the chivalry of Joan of Arc. We thought God was dead by the thinkers' hands and thought that His Spirit no longer walked the land in the age of the train track and telephone, enlightened by lights no longer His own. But Therese heard Him, felt Him, deep in her soul, a Love that burned brighter and hotter than coals

What Isn't There

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What Isn't There

Staring into the cold stillness of space, I see one shining star Bright, as the smile once was on your face, And I wonder where you are. I still remember your sad, dark eyes From a far and foreign clime, Remember every smile and sigh From once upon a time. And I remember a promise made: A silly, crazy vow That lapsed, unfulfilled, as neither stayed— That was then, but this is now. Sometimes, I have this crazy thought, Returning now and then, That tells me maybe one day I ought To call or text you again. "Hey you, remember me?" I'd say, Just like the radio song. But it's just too late by years and days— Too late, too long, too

Dear Friendly Dreamer

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Dear Friendly Dreamer

To J.M.Q. Dear Friendly Dreamer, smiling at the world With your eyes shining at your fair fortune unfurled, Free to choose and travel your own way and course: Captain and commander--'cause all the world is yours. You're standing at the crossroads, with your life ahead of you, But everything will be alright as long as you are true: True to your own vision--so stand firm, Jo, And everything will turn out fine; that's all you need to know. And so, friendly Dreamer, on your birthday I pray That you never lose your guiding star, the star that shows the way Beyond the veiled illusions that are never as they seem, To your dearest desires and deep

To S.R.Y., Her Eighteenth

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To S.R.Y., Her Eighteenth

Fides, Spes, et Caritas For her whose name this poem bears here, A friend most loyal and most dear, I pray, Almighty God above: Grant her Faith and Hope and Love. Give her Faith, that though she may dance The slow, uncertain waltz of chance, She can say, "I'm not alone, for I can see, O God, that You are here with me." Grant her Hope, that on the way Homeward to Heaven she always may Remember, if she falls, to stand, For Christ and His Mother hold her hand. And let her keep Love in her heart, Sweet Charity, the Lord's own art; Let it be her star, far though it seem, That lets her chase and find her dreams. ENVOI To you, my d

Message Sent

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Message Sent

Go, I whisper with a smile, to where I cannot be. Go and be with her, my words: you are my hope that she is safe, my faith that she will remember me. I send you, scattered on the winds; perchance you find her tell her she is my promise: I fled, returning in impermanence; I will return, only, more so. You are me now, my words, being where I cannot be. Shattered, scattered and thrown afar, you will be my avatar: embrace, smile, all, even sharp sorrow as your insistence meets sweetly smiling silence.

The Battle of the Teutoburg Forest

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The Battle of the Teutoburg Forest

Upon the firs of Teutoburg    the fog enfurls the songbird’s dirge, the small beaks thrill with whist’ling note    through dew-soaked trees and autumn’s throat. The moaning wind sighs with the leaves,    and funeral pipes flute on the breeze, and round the hill there comes a groan,    while all about Kalkriese moans, wailing through remotest regions:    “Varus give me back my legions!” Immensum bellum rolls like thunder,    yon the Rhineland, shorn asunder by the red-robed Roman armies    and the brutal raiding parties and the jeering gibbet-crosses    tell the world the German losses. Black vengeance se

Coffee Shop Memoirs

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Coffee Shop Memoirs

Philosophers think We may dream our reality. With earphones attached liked IVs I dream my own melodic universe. Until someone laughs behind me And strikes up conversation with a friend. And in that moment they become my anchor Are they spinning through my dream Or am I spinning through theirs? Sometimes life fits in a coffee cup, Sometimes inspiration pours out slowly like a packet of honey, And sometimes it all mixes together Like liquid incandescence that I drink right after brewing. When no one speaks to me for hours I begin to wonder Is everyone dreaming a reality that includes The whole café but me? The street outsi

Poetry

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Poetry

Poetry is food The soul of man consumes it Wonder how mine tastes.
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Favourite Visual Artist
God, Caravaggio, Repin, Murillo, Amorsolo, etc . . . plus our beloved Deviants
Favourite Movies
The Passion of the Christ, The Nativity
Favourite TV Shows
Castle, Law and Order, Game of Thrones
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Orange & Lemons,Vanessa Carlton,Rivermaya,John Mayer,Louis Armstrong, Audrey Assad, etc.
Favourite Books
Harry Potter, The Man Who Was Thursday, The Complete Father Brown, etc.
Favourite Writers
R. Kipling, the Catholic popes, H.L. Longfellow, J. Keats, W. Shakespeare, E.A. Poe, G.K. Chesterton
Favourite Games
Age of Empires 3, Rise of Nations, Mount & Blade
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PC
Tools of the Trade
MS Word, pen and paper
Other Interests
Reading, writing, music, Catholicism

October

October

"Who is she that cometh forth as morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?" (Song of Solomon 6:10) Jesus, Mary, I love thee! Amen.

29.3.2014- Summer

29.3.2014- Summer

:sun: "The sun is the child of the good." (Plato, The Republic). It also happens to be very, very hot in summer :XD: After popping in and out of DA for some time without ever really submitting something, I was ashamed to see that the last journal entry I wrote was after Christmas Day 2013. Such that it's already Lent, and my most recent journal entry was for CHRISTMAS! O_o Anyhow, I'm doing rather well, and working on a short story about a crime-solving priest :) I've written short stories before. I've written about crime-solvers a few times, and about priests more than a few times :XD: But a short story about a priest who solves crimes? Ne

Musings after Christmas Day

Musings after Christmas Day

“And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we saw his glory, the glory as it were of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.” (Gospel of St. John 1:14) Usually, a reflection in Christmas time would focus on the Nativity narrative in the Gospels, and apply—or try to apply—a little literary criticism to the many aspects of the story of the birth of the Christ-child: what the shepherds and the Magi symbolize, the significance of being born in a manger among farm animals, and all the other familiar aspects of the story—the majority of which we can find in the Belen or crèche dis

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