FLY WITH ME AS WE EXPLORE MY SPECIAL WORLD: Read, Learn, Enjoy

EMOTIONAL FREEDOM 3: Poetry In Motion

JOURNEY

Driving through a country road,

In my old and rundown Chevrolet,

My gas tank is almost empty,

My bones and joints are achy.

With a few dollars in my purse

To pull me through my journey,

But again and again, I could not be,

To where I want to be.

Along the road, I stopped by the side, and

Forced my tired mind to decide.

Do I have to make a choice, or

I have a choice, and bide?

I have seen unfamiliar faces

In many unfamiliar places,

I have been planting my roots

In different places, so I thought.

Journeys begin with goodbyes, but

Somewhere, there are always welcomes.

In a matter of space and time, the

End of my journey must come.

Surrounded by familiar faces,

In a home where we all shall live.

Coming back from where I started,

To stay with my loved ones, in peace.

-Lark-
3.5.2013

(updated: 03.05.2016)

 

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YOU ARE…

Like the powdery desert sand,

You fill up my hourglass

So that time is not.

Like an eagle soaring in valleys and planes,

You find a home with me.

Like a pallet in a painter’s hand,

Splashed with myriad of colors,

You make my world so bright.

Like the air that I breath,

You keep me alive.

Even if you touch me with your fingertips,

I could feel your whole body

Swaddling and comforting me,

Keeping me safe and warm from the cold.

You hold my heart in the palm of your hand.

Then, and only then I know, that the

Void inside me is filled with your love.

You are…Love.

-Lark-
3.18.13

 

 

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BUTTERFLY

I was there-
Ambivalence in her face I saw,
Battling between desire and uncertainty.
But, as she took her first step,
Everything was unleashed.
She floated, she danced.
Her hands, her body, her feet-
All in-synch with the music that
Only she heard in heart and soul.
Nothing mattered.
She still who she was, the
Silver Butterfly, now turned to Gold.

-Lark-
5.19.13

 

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PAG-ASA

Bawat hampas ng alon
Sa baybayin ng nakatagong dagat,
ay aking binibilang.
Ngayong bukang-liwayway, ang
Ulap ay tinutunaw ng
Sinag ng araw ng bagong umaga.
Ang malayong panginurin, pilit
Inaabot ng aking panignin.
Ikaw, kahalintulad ng alon ay magbabalik
Sa dalampasigan ng aking puso.
Pag-asang pinaka asam-asam na
Makita mo ang daan pabalik, at
Sa mga umaga pang darating
Ating ma bigyan ng pagkakataon na
Maibalik ang ningning at tingkad ng
Kumupas na kulay ng pagmamahalan.

-Lark-
5.31.13

 

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SUNDAN MO AKO

Mga musmos na pangarap at pangako,
Inukit sa kaibuturan ng ating puso.
Nagkalayo man, ikaw at ako’y nagsapalaran,
Mga pagsubok at balakid ating nalampasan.
Mga araw at gabi’ng hindi mabilang,
Dumaan na parang bula na ‘di mahawakan.
Nakaraang yugto ng ating buhay,
Sa mga pahina ng aklat nakahimlay,
Sa puso inaasam, binabalik-balikan.
Sa pag-ikot ng mundo na ating ginagalawan,
Tatsulok o parisukat mayroon pa ring hangganan.
Sundan mo ako sa kung saan man,
Pinagbuklod ng tadhana, ‘yan ang ating kapalaran.
At kung ang lahat ay matapos na,
Tatahakin natin ang landaus patungong kanluran,
Upang hintayin ang pagsibul ng araw
Ng bagong umaga sa dakong silangan.
Hawakan mo ang kamay ko,
Ikaw ay aking susundan.

-Lark-
6.28.13

 

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YOU, ME, AND THE OLD OAK TREE

The last summer we spent together,

Amid the oak trees beside a nearby brook

We buried treasures of childhood memories.

As a fragment of a child’s imagination,

You asked me who will we be?

You were John, I was Ashley, and

You carved our names in that old oak tree.

We parted ways, you and me, but

Promised to meet again someday.

Summers gone, winters turned into spring.

I have nursed a wounded heart, though scars did remain.

Even with devoid space between now and then,

I still think you, I can’t help wondering.

Back in the woods, I found myself again.

With my little boy in tow,

Mark of footprints I follow.

I just can’t fathom,

Somehow a force drives me to continue

To tread along that unmarked yet

Unforgotten trail, that

Leads me back  to that old oak tree, and

To you, waiting for me.

-Lark-
6.30.13

(updated: 06.05.2016)

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