Often times, the knight in rusty armor behaves like a child. He plays with his sword, he holds it the other way around, not thinking that his hands would get cut. He throws his shield up in the air and tries to catch it before it touches the ground, though most of the time he fails to grab it on its way down. He wears his boots and run from end to end as fast as he can. He paints his mask with colors even without scraping the rusty metal parts. He smiles after seeing what he has done. He finds joy in those things.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Virtues - Care
A knight feels tired of fighting, often times. And so he goes off to a place far away from his so called home. He climbs to a higher spot to take a good picture of his surroundings, to get a better view of the people and nature. He loves people watching, analyzing every mood that each one sets. He tries to understand their thoughts from afar. He stays still for some time. He keeps silent until somebody else climbs to the place where he is sitting. The knight becomes delighted when someone asks him how he feels. He feels rejuvenated upon receiving such concern and care. He then decides to go down back home, with joy in his heart.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Bugs
I am a troubleshooter.
I am fond of debugging certain complications,
whether in real life situation, or technical electronic matters.
I am a troubleshooter.
It makes me feel good after I resolve the problems.
It gives me a lift after I obliterate the culprit.
I am a troubleshooter.
But I fail to shoot the trouble sometimes.
It makes me feel bad when tables turn 'round
when I, myself, is the culprit,
when I, myself is the complication.
when the troubleshooter is the troublemaker.
I am fond of debugging certain complications,
whether in real life situation, or technical electronic matters.
I am a troubleshooter.
It makes me feel good after I resolve the problems.
It gives me a lift after I obliterate the culprit.
I am a troubleshooter.
But I fail to shoot the trouble sometimes.
It makes me feel bad when tables turn 'round
when I, myself, is the culprit,
when I, myself is the complication.
when the troubleshooter is the troublemaker.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
New
i find it hard to express a bit
and so my heart chose to stop its beat
to say such words to all my peers
and ask my dear ones how they feel
thus i have to leave most things
and start a new without a glitch
i thank the One who gave all these
sweet grace and blessings that i received.
and so my heart chose to stop its beat
to say such words to all my peers
and ask my dear ones how they feel
thus i have to leave most things
and start a new without a glitch
i thank the One who gave all these
sweet grace and blessings that i received.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Melody - A Short Story
Once there was a robin who loves flying. He travels from one place to another, in search for good memories. He gains more enthusiasm as he gazes upon the wonders of God’s creations. For several years, this was his mandate: to love and appreciate every little thing that he experiences in his journey.
One day, the robin’s attention was caught by the trees dancing with the wind. He was amazed and immediately, he dived from his flight to plunge into the rhythm. Eager to dance with the wind and the trees, the robin drew himself closer, so close that he fell in love with the dancing trees.
He flapped his wings gently as he swayed with the branches and the leaves. The robin stayed in flight for a while, enjoying the sweet moment, synchronizing every move so as to keep with the beat. Until one day, the wind suddenly changed its mood, varying its direction and from one way to another. A gust formed as the hands of the wind slammed its arms. The robin was very confused, as he did not anticipate this transition. “I just wanted to dance with the wind…”, he thought to himself. But the wind grew stronger, spitting wilder gusts in front on the robin’s eyes.
The branches of the trees tried to keep with the rhythm, swaying harder from end to end, much wilder this time. The robin did not notice the transition on the trees that once danced with him. Before his eyes could look into this monstrosity, he found his wings numbing. Instantly, he was accelerating due to the force of gravity.
Calm. Quiet. The surrounding was tranquil.The robin woke up from that terrible experience. He tried to move but he was to weak to stretch out his wings. It was then that he realized that his wings were broken. The essence of being an avian creature suddenly became void of its meaning. In spite of this, he did not lose hope. He dragged his wings as he continued to travel.
Just like the way he used to do, he appreciated every little thing that his eyes see, although at a different perspective. He cannot fly now. His journey continued, though much slower this time. In his voyage, he heard a faint but enchanting voice of someone singing nearby. The robin was tantalized, immediately, he followed the voice. It was getting clearer this time. To his surprise, he found a very beautiful princess. It was the most beautiful thing that he has seen, since the day after his accident.
The robin walked closer to the deity and gave a loud chirp. The princess saw the robin. Seeing the broken wings, she had pity on him. She took the robin home and remedied the wings. After treating the robin, she placed him in a cage. Every day, the princess gives him food and water to drink. Sometimes, she even sings for him. The robin was so happy to be treated this way, so glad that he would want to be in that cage for the rest of his life. The robin recovered from his accident, but he chose to be in that cage. He found himself happy in that situation. He was happy to see the princess each day. He was glad that the princess visits him and sings for him. That was his last memory with the princess.
The robin woke up one day and found his cage unlocked. He was confused to see the hinge of the cage hanging down. He tried to look around for the princess but failed to see her. The robin wondered why the princess would leave the cage open. He did not go out, but waited for the princess to return instead.
Weeks passed but there was no sign of princess in the room. The robin was persistent to wait, so he still stayed, still hoping that one day, he would hear the beautiful voice of the princess, the melody that the princess instilled in the robin’s heart. Each morning, the robin wakes up joyfully, hoping that his eyes would see the princess as he opens them, though he always fails to find her there. Still, he never loses hope, he draws more optimism instead. The passion in his heart overcomes the frustration that each day gives, still having that faith that one day, he would hear that sweet melody that he used to hear.
=END=
One day, the robin’s attention was caught by the trees dancing with the wind. He was amazed and immediately, he dived from his flight to plunge into the rhythm. Eager to dance with the wind and the trees, the robin drew himself closer, so close that he fell in love with the dancing trees.
He flapped his wings gently as he swayed with the branches and the leaves. The robin stayed in flight for a while, enjoying the sweet moment, synchronizing every move so as to keep with the beat. Until one day, the wind suddenly changed its mood, varying its direction and from one way to another. A gust formed as the hands of the wind slammed its arms. The robin was very confused, as he did not anticipate this transition. “I just wanted to dance with the wind…”, he thought to himself. But the wind grew stronger, spitting wilder gusts in front on the robin’s eyes.
The branches of the trees tried to keep with the rhythm, swaying harder from end to end, much wilder this time. The robin did not notice the transition on the trees that once danced with him. Before his eyes could look into this monstrosity, he found his wings numbing. Instantly, he was accelerating due to the force of gravity.
Calm. Quiet. The surrounding was tranquil.The robin woke up from that terrible experience. He tried to move but he was to weak to stretch out his wings. It was then that he realized that his wings were broken. The essence of being an avian creature suddenly became void of its meaning. In spite of this, he did not lose hope. He dragged his wings as he continued to travel.
Just like the way he used to do, he appreciated every little thing that his eyes see, although at a different perspective. He cannot fly now. His journey continued, though much slower this time. In his voyage, he heard a faint but enchanting voice of someone singing nearby. The robin was tantalized, immediately, he followed the voice. It was getting clearer this time. To his surprise, he found a very beautiful princess. It was the most beautiful thing that he has seen, since the day after his accident.
The robin walked closer to the deity and gave a loud chirp. The princess saw the robin. Seeing the broken wings, she had pity on him. She took the robin home and remedied the wings. After treating the robin, she placed him in a cage. Every day, the princess gives him food and water to drink. Sometimes, she even sings for him. The robin was so happy to be treated this way, so glad that he would want to be in that cage for the rest of his life. The robin recovered from his accident, but he chose to be in that cage. He found himself happy in that situation. He was happy to see the princess each day. He was glad that the princess visits him and sings for him. That was his last memory with the princess.
The robin woke up one day and found his cage unlocked. He was confused to see the hinge of the cage hanging down. He tried to look around for the princess but failed to see her. The robin wondered why the princess would leave the cage open. He did not go out, but waited for the princess to return instead.
Weeks passed but there was no sign of princess in the room. The robin was persistent to wait, so he still stayed, still hoping that one day, he would hear the beautiful voice of the princess, the melody that the princess instilled in the robin’s heart. Each morning, the robin wakes up joyfully, hoping that his eyes would see the princess as he opens them, though he always fails to find her there. Still, he never loses hope, he draws more optimism instead. The passion in his heart overcomes the frustration that each day gives, still having that faith that one day, he would hear that sweet melody that he used to hear.
=END=
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Knight's tale - Clean Slate
To my surprise, Paulo Coelho's Warrior of the Light suddenly phased into a mirror, reflecting the ways of the knight in rusty armor.
Every page is a like a droplet of blood that instantly drawn me back to the events that happened to me for the past years. My eyes noticed that the warrior's armour is the same as the one I have been carrying. Its shield, the kite type that I always bring. And the sword, a double-edged one, crystal type perhaps.
I shrugged the rust with my hand, trying to expose the surface that once shone. I removed the decaying metal parts, carefully so as not to injure my fingers.
Thirty minutes. An hour. A day. I forgot how long since I started scrubbing it. But now, time doesn't matter at all. Immediately, I sprang to my feet. I took a deep breath and braced myself for another journey.
I gave a glimpse on the insanely twisted past. I inhaled every memory, as if it is air filling my lungs. Joy became part of my system. Pain became my stronghold and my footstool, success became my aim, defeat -my reliever, and love, my unpredictable ultima..but neither I can really comprehend.
But as I walk, I noticed the extra baggage danggling on my waist. Still, there are things that should be left behind. Emotions made me quite unstable, or should I say, insane, every time that I forget to leash it. Thus, I resolve to strapping it with my intellect. You can win a battle if you have a balance of intellect and emotions. Never let one dominate the other. I left the unnecessary things to the One who created me.
Finally, I am ready to walk along an uncharted terrain. Light, clean slate, every little thing is starting to bloom from something new. No twists, no curves, no bends, just an open space.
I laid down the mirror, and immediately, it phased back to Coelho's book. Smile formed on my rigid lips as I recalled that person who inspired me to return to the orbit that was made for me, my little angel. For a while, I laid myself down waiting for the world to stop. Thanks for that gentle push, I can see better now. Hope to see you on the next chapter, little one.
-amdg
Every page is a like a droplet of blood that instantly drawn me back to the events that happened to me for the past years. My eyes noticed that the warrior's armour is the same as the one I have been carrying. Its shield, the kite type that I always bring. And the sword, a double-edged one, crystal type perhaps.
I shrugged the rust with my hand, trying to expose the surface that once shone. I removed the decaying metal parts, carefully so as not to injure my fingers.
Thirty minutes. An hour. A day. I forgot how long since I started scrubbing it. But now, time doesn't matter at all. Immediately, I sprang to my feet. I took a deep breath and braced myself for another journey.
I gave a glimpse on the insanely twisted past. I inhaled every memory, as if it is air filling my lungs. Joy became part of my system. Pain became my stronghold and my footstool, success became my aim, defeat -my reliever, and love, my unpredictable ultima..but neither I can really comprehend.
But as I walk, I noticed the extra baggage danggling on my waist. Still, there are things that should be left behind. Emotions made me quite unstable, or should I say, insane, every time that I forget to leash it. Thus, I resolve to strapping it with my intellect. You can win a battle if you have a balance of intellect and emotions. Never let one dominate the other. I left the unnecessary things to the One who created me.
Finally, I am ready to walk along an uncharted terrain. Light, clean slate, every little thing is starting to bloom from something new. No twists, no curves, no bends, just an open space.
I laid down the mirror, and immediately, it phased back to Coelho's book. Smile formed on my rigid lips as I recalled that person who inspired me to return to the orbit that was made for me, my little angel. For a while, I laid myself down waiting for the world to stop. Thanks for that gentle push, I can see better now. Hope to see you on the next chapter, little one.
-amdg
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Christmas Twisted
December 17, 2009
9:20 am...
Just a few days before Christmas.. yeah, the most celebrated event of the year draws near, faster on each passing day. I acknowledge that this coming Christmas is a lot different from my previous years. I've got to get myself adaptive for the new atmosphere. I think it's not that hard, I am quite flexible, if you know what I mean. Like a chameleon, I'm fond of adjusting to my environment in order to survive. More or less, I envision myself adjusting again. I'll find my own joy in my new world. That's a skill, or a talent, or maybe... a gift. I tend to bloom where I'm planted.
Adapting to the changes, making my own Christmas wishlist, clouding my mind with the things that I can do to make other people happy... these are the things that I'm looking forward to...in my quite odd, different Christmas :)
9:20 am...
Just a few days before Christmas.. yeah, the most celebrated event of the year draws near, faster on each passing day. I acknowledge that this coming Christmas is a lot different from my previous years. I've got to get myself adaptive for the new atmosphere. I think it's not that hard, I am quite flexible, if you know what I mean. Like a chameleon, I'm fond of adjusting to my environment in order to survive. More or less, I envision myself adjusting again. I'll find my own joy in my new world. That's a skill, or a talent, or maybe... a gift. I tend to bloom where I'm planted.
Adapting to the changes, making my own Christmas wishlist, clouding my mind with the things that I can do to make other people happy... these are the things that I'm looking forward to...in my quite odd, different Christmas :)
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