Worries & Fears

Worries and fears
litter the landscape
oh please God can you hear
all i want to do is run, escape

Between the joys and hope
like hills to valleys
in our life we must cope
and try to walk that fateful alley

I know sometimes
I falter horribly
ugly like bathroom grime
a distasteful speck sinfully

It is the root of my pain
where my fear originated
makes me a worrisome lame
walking on crutches handicapped

I beg of your help
that i do not have to take this cup
worries and fears that make me yelp
You kindly lift me up gentle like a baby pup

I desire with all my heart, soul and mind
dear God you calm my qualms
I proclaim "I do this one last time"
then i falter again like a refrain in a psalm

Only if i was more steadfast
I would not be sink so lowly
I would be strong and be able to away cast
those quips quite quickly

Realization hits in however
in this world we are humans only
mistaken-prone and not so clever
but God redeems us ever so completely

We need only to ask
for Him to rid of our worrisome malice
on one stipulation, penance, a task
to try and drink of that dear chalice

So I see it now bright
it comes to me clearly
I must try and make a good fight
like St. Paul to live deeply cleanly

God will cure our stumbles
if you try our very best
but happen-chance our steps do fumble
God will help us back on our feet in our daily test

Thus to God i pray now and forever
please forgive my irks and ills ever so full
along my journey i'll try to be better
so that i will be less worrisome and fearful

In with the New and out with the Old

In with the new and out with the old
the vinyl record has now become
the CD we now dearly hold
even that might seem ready to fold

Just when we thought CD's were okay
to use without worry of format changes
mp3 players come into the fray
ready to make CD's obselete when they play

Headed that same direction are DVDs
when we thought such collections
would last us very long as we glee
a new horizon is upon us with changes we will see

Day by day our living changes faster
the "old" is replaced by the "new"
computers, TVs, even toasters
time and money float away asunder

Do we really need new commodities
the lastest and greatest materials
presenting supposedly better comfortabilties
and their cash insensibilites

Sometimes change is inevitable
like a rock rolling down a hill
full of momentum invariable
that we have to change to be able

Do we need new cars
when the old one completes its task
driving us from our home to the bar
sometimes even better in gas mileage afar

Those are the times
when the new is not necessarily better
and the old is so much more fine
like tastes of great wines

However I am not an agent that is bent
against all types of changes
I will not fight against advances fervent
I would be an idot in that sense

All I am proclaiming here
is that we must be more aware
of new products when they appear
no better than the old ones we hold dear.

The Act of Judging Someone

I don't know about some other Catholics, especially American Catholics, but they seem to judge the new pope, Benedict XVI, a bit too early. They haven't let him start out his work as the 265th pontiff and yet, they are already calling him a bad leader. True it is someone's past can tell you a little bit of what the person is like. However, when the person gets a promotion, a new job, or in this case becomes a spiritual leader, the citizenry should allow the inauguration before we judge his performance. He gets the clean slate so to speack. He has yet to decree anything significant. More importantly though, is the fact that these Catholics are judging their pontiff. First and foremost, we have been taught in our Christian faith that we should not judge others. God is the only one that is reasonable enough to judge anyone. We should not judge so that God will not judge us, is what I thought Catholics and Christians alike have been taught in Sunday school. Apparently, those teachings don't apply here to them. However, I will not judge them to see if this is true or not; it is just a postulation. Another issue is that they are "devastated" by the election of this pope. We should remember if we are true Catholics then we believe the Holy Spirit is with these cardinals during the conclave. Therefore, whoever is chosen to be the pope, God has a direct hand in this issue. This is the same God who saves us from danger and ill will when we pray to him. Why would God not pick the right pontiff? He has the infinite and excellent knowledge. Thus, by criticizing the pope, we are criticizing God as well. So the question that belies us is, are we going to argue with our eternal Creator, the God that gave us life? I certainly am not. Those are my ramblings of the day. Hopefully it is somewhat coherent for you to read.

A Little Migraine

It starts out small
itsy bitsy
like that spider
climbing up
that little waterfall

The spots of vision
unclear uncomfortable
blotches of fog
litter the eyes
such an appalling condition

Then the pains starts
pounding resounding
like the drums
beating on megabass
torturous to the heart

"Knock me out!"
sighs cries
I tell her I can't
she must sleep
to put the flame out

I give her Excedrin
chills pills
at this point she's on the edge
cringe i do
dazed as if i were on gin

Nausea takes hold
gripping pricking
its a catastrophe
a sickening ailment
she grasps me like a chokehold

Then it hits
freezes seizes
her shrieks subside
my heart calms
slumber ends her fits

The hour has passed
clicks ticks
dire emergency
ends in happiness
dreams of confort have amassed

This little migraine
itsy bitsy
became a catastrophe
ailing my girlfriend
making my heart strain

Conquered has she
victorious joyous
may angels confort
your dreams tonight
and may you wake up with glee


I dedicate this poem to my dear friend, my love, my girlfriend. She has gone through a tough migraine episode. I personally know how it feels. The ills, the shakes, and the chills that she felt today remind me of my encounters with this ailment. It runs in my family, my dad to be specific. I receive this sacrifice all the time. This is her first meeting with such a disease. I hope i did not pass this on to her, which is very unlikely. I believe she's been a bit stressed lately and that has affected her mind. May God bless her and keep her from receiving the pricks and throngs that encompass my life. She is currently in a wonderious deep sleep. May she wake up with great strength and good health. Thank you God for your sweet touch and divine mercy.

Tutoring My Sis

Heating up her face
gushing red
reeling and dealing
i feel the dread

She will not listen
tired I am
hearing and yelling
listening to missy ma'm

My sister's crazy
stress i presume
boiling and curdling
her blood i assume

She has a test
trigonometry's a bummer
head shaking and banging
math is her blunder

Grr I'm too nice
taking advantage of me
mental cussing and fussing
thinking I should flee

I hope she does well
even though the pain
torturing and disheartening
tutoring not lead to vain

May God bless
my sister with skills
brigtening and enligtening
for passing math ills

As is in love, the same as well in life

As it is in love, it is also for life. These two elements are interrelated and interconnected. When one is missing love, life seems bland, boring and dull. Life is more lifeless then living. However, happen-chance you meet a special person to fall in love in, life at that point is exhilarating, exasperating, and exceptional. You wonder how you might have lived life before this crucial moment in time. Ah, but you see you have. Parents, with their loving care have given you a great life. This is why we reminisce on times when we children and wonder how we can go back to those times, retrieve the awe that we had back then, the fun had, and the friends we made. Our parents with their tender loving care made life exquisite, like the sun's first rays splicing though the cold dark blanket of night at dawn. Love made those times and those memories, a life worth living. Love makes living special. What happens when we have loved and then unexpectedly lost it? It is like losing your very own life, a good one at that. Losing that love made life miserable, irritable and sad. When we are in love, life moves speedily. The heart, an icon of love so to speak, during those splendid times beats quite quickly as well, ticking the very clock of our time. What I guess I am trying to convey in this message here is that life at its very center, the core, originates from love. We should live life according to a heart that entertains love. By doing so, we get to witness a vast many great awe-inspiring things in our life. It will make life sweeter, soulful, and most importantly alive.

My Pope, Our Pope

God's decision has been made
my Pope, our Pope has left us
in the peace of the night
toward heaven he swiftly goes
to meet the face of God

Though we are sad
as we gaze at his lifelessness
we know in our hearts
he is in a better place
someday we hope to meet him

He teaches us to be not afraid
to stand for God to do the right
though our struggles at times
are harsh and intolerable
he showed we can walk this narrow road

By the divine mercy
and grace of God
may my Pope, our Pope
be received at your right hand
into the light of heaven

My Pope, our Pope
please pray toward God for us
that one day like you
when we meet our earthly end
we will meet again in the presence of God

A Prayer for John Paul II, The Pope

I pray for the Pope
with my heart and soul
that he will be able to cope
through the pain and suffering

I pray for the Pope
under the direction of God
who gives us all hope
give him strength and courage

I pray for the Pope
if this be the end of the line
the everlasting sleep for the pope
may he be taken peacefully and serenely

I pray for the Pope
if he is to continue his duties in this world
may the pontiff be revived, our pope
recover him thoroughly and fully

I pray for the pope
whatever God plans are
let us not in his current conditions mope
but rather his life rejoice and be glad.