I Can't Cry

I Can’t Cry

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CAS 1^st.flr.OLFU

glenmore bacarro

I can’t cry not because I don’t know how.

It’s just that I don’t know why.

Why cry if I know I shouldn’t be.

For I don’t have the right

To love

To get hurt

& to be loved

I can’t cry not because I don’t want to.

It’s just that it won’t fall.

For it had been frozen since.

And been denied before

Like dreams after awakening

Like life after dreaming

Like hopes after promising

Like promises after lying

I can’t cry not because I was not hurt.

It’s just that the tears kept inside.

For I can masked the pain with smile

Agony with laughter

Sadness with love

And for the warmth you felt.

Emptiness and coldness inside me

Seared; fueled; crept.

I can’t cry not because I can’t love.

It’s just that they don’t appreciate me.

For I loved selflessly

The way it should be.

And then to be left unloved.

Was never new to me!

I can’t cry not because it’s the right thing to do.

It’s just that reasons offer no more.

For they don’t know as they always do

That I have to break my heart

A million times

To master the pain –

Not to cry.

And to look just be fine.

Coup de Grace

Coup de Grace

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glenmore bacarro

                                               Now I dare you to give

                                               Before a lover’s last bid.

                                               Strike now the final blow.

                                               Alas! I can let go.

                                               For if you are to prolong.

                                               This infinite sad song

                                               Then maybe I consider myself fool (Yes, I know, I am)

                                                For nursing this pain, I cannot lull.

                                                               I beg you to play, let me.

                                                               Whatever cards in your hands may be,

                                                               And I will wait for your tricky haze.

                                                               As I lay down my final ace!

                                                               Whatever pain it may bring,

                                                               I'm not even sure if I can bear.

                                                               But I know for sure it can give us peace.

                                               It’ll be hurt I know, but please be quick!

                                               I’ll kiss you last to cleanse your guilt.

                                               Just be candid and say it clear.

                                               For my heart may deny whatever I’ll hear.

                                               But do it still, eventhough I bleed.

                                               Coz with your final act I’ll be freed.

                                               Alas! I may lose everything I had.

                                               And I pray on my knees by the Gods.

                                               That somehow my heart will know its enough.

                                               And maybe…just maybe, will forget.

                                               That once I loved and get hurt. 

God

God

source: [unknown] a forwarded message

it takes time to read this, but it is a VERY INTERESTING CONVERSATION...

An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the Problem Science has
with GOD, the ALMIGHTY.
He asked one of his New Christian Students to stand and . . .


Professor : You are a Christian, aren't you, son ?

Student : Yes, sir.

Professor: So, you Believe in GOD ?

Student : Absolutely, sir.

ProfessorIs GOD Good ?

Student : Sure.

Professor: Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?

Student : Yes.

Professor: My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to GOD to Heal him.

Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill.

But GOD didn't. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?

(Student was silent )

Professor: You can't answer, can you ? Let's start again, Young Fella.

Is GOD Good?

Student : Yes.

Professor: Is Satan good ?

Student : No.

Professor: Where does Satan come from ?

Student : From . . . GOD . . .

Professor: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this World?

Student : Yes.

Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn't it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?

Student : Yes.

Professor: So who created evil ?

(Student did not answer)

Professor: Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness?

All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they?

Student : Yes, sir.

Professor: So, who Created them ?

(Student had no answer)

Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you.

Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD?

Student : No, sir.

Professor: Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD?

Student : No , sir.

Professor: Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD?

Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter?

Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.

Professor: Yet you still Believe in HIM?

Student : Yes.

Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol,

Science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?

Student : Nothing. I only have my Faith.

Professor: Yes,Faith. And that is the Problem Science has.

Student : Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?

Professor: Yes.

Student : And is there such a thing as Cold?

Professor: Yes.

Student : No, sir. There isn't.

(The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events )

Student : Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat,

a Little Heat or No Heat.

But we don't have anything called Cold.

We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that.

There is no such thing as Cold.

Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat.

We cannot Measure Cold.

Heat is Energy.

Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.

(There was Pin-Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre )

Student : What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as Darkness?

Professor: Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness?

Student : You're wrong again, sir.

Darkness is the Absence of Something

You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light . . .

But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its called Darkness, isn't it?

In reality, Darkness isn't.

If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you?

Professor: So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?

Student : Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is flawed.

Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how?

Student : Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality.

You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD.

You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure.

Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought.

It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.

To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that

Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing.

Death is Not the Opposite of Life: just the Absence of it.

Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolved from a Monkey?

Professor: If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do.

Student : Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?

(The Professor shook his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument was going )

Student : Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and

Cannot even prove that this Process is an On-Going Endeavor,

Are you not teaching your Opinion, sir?

Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?

(The Class was in Uproar )

Student : Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the Professor's Brain?

(The Class broke out into Laughter )

Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's Brain, Felt it, touched or Smelt it? . . .

No one appears to have done so.

So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol,

Science says that You have No Brain, sir.

With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir?

(The Room was Silent. The Professor stared at the Student, his face unfathomable)

Professor: I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son.

Student : That is it sir . . . Exactly !

The Link between Man & GOD is FAITH.

That is all that Keeps Things Alive and Moving.


NB:

I believe you have enjoyed the Conversation . . . and if so . . .

You'll probably want your Friends / Colleagues to enjoy the same . . . won't you?

Forward them to Increase their Knowledge . . . or FAITH.

*That student was Einstein


*blogger's note: 
this piece was forwarded to me, and i have no proof whether the story is real or if it is in fact Einstein story. 

Once Again, I saw him "I Never Lied" he said.

Once again, i saw him. "I Never Lied"  he said.

by Carlvon Aquino (blogger's bestfriend)

One thing, I learned is that TRUST weighs way heavier than love and respect together.

Waking by the mornings filled with the world’s“WHAT IF’S” and “IF ONLY’S” is worse than not having waken at all. Sometimes the universe do not permit us to live as how we want to, not because it simply says “no”, but because not everything in it is worth trying for, because if we do, this may either hurt us or make us just dejectedly a failure.

Sometimes, it is better to keep out from the opposite’s snares and temptations because, simply, we are better off alone or maybe because we have this simple happy heart that would long to smile just as exactly what it requires.

Most of relationships fail because they are being founded with merely just the thought of trying it.“Would it work out?”...“Would it last long?”  Essentially, everybody should know, that if we happen to meet a partner and find ourselves asking the same questions, we probably have also found ourselves inside the most dangerous peril of failing.

Not only that! We probably have also found ourselves lost and more confused. But wait! There’s more.We probably have found ourselves asking the universe’s most controversial questions---
“WHAT IF?”
“ IF ONLY...”
That is because we never thought of learning to trust ourselves with it, learn to entrust ourselves to our partners and learn to trust our partners for the relationship.
“WHAT IF I WAS JUST THAT SWEETER?” ...“IF ONLY, I REPLIED TO HIS TEXT MESSAGES…”
“WHAT IF I NEVER DROPPED HIS CALLS?” ...“IF ONLY I ANSWERED HIS CALLS AT NIGHT EVEN WHEN I DIDN’T FEEL LIKE ANSWERING IT…”
“WHAT IF I SAID YES! WHEN HE WAS ASKING TO JOIN ME ON A BARKADA TRIP?”...“IF ONLY I WAS NOT THAT RUDE AND STRICT,…”
“WHAT IF I NEVER MET HIM?”..."IF ONLY… I NEVER HAD SEX WITH HIM OR HER…”

See??? See how it works? We bargain ourselves in exchange for those unlived moments which we should have done. Even to the singlest and smallest detail for us to exchange ourselves into, we desperately succumb to deal for the bargain JUST NOT TO FEEL THE IMPACT OF THE SEPARATION. Just not to feel the pain. Well, I should say, THAT is not as easy as wanting to listen to “MARIPOSA TRAICIONERA” sounding from his blackberry.
“WHAT IF I JUST TRUSTED HIM ON WHAT HE SAID?”
“WHAT IF HE WAS REALLY FAITHFUL?”
“WHAT IF WAS’NT REALLY LYING ALL THIS TIME?”
“WHAT IF I WAS WRONG WHEN I TOLD HIM HE ALWAYS IS A LIAR?”
“IF ONLY I JUST LISTENDED…”
“IF ONLY I WAS JUST THAT FIRM…”

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This is an article or a note from one who’s heart is dying.I rarely talk to him.But one time, I saw him singing one of his favorites on a videoke bar. I barely recall it but I think Its called “HERE WITHOUT YOU?” I stopped what I was doing and just stared at him.

His voice was a crack. His singing sucked, but there was something in him that made me stare longer. There was something in his voice that made me understand why he was singing his song again.With the song’s piercing lyrics, resonated his voice that was full of longing and desperation.

I asked him how he does that. But he answered me with his sharp brown eyes that produced the moist I can never forget---the moist that echoed the beats of agonizing heart.

I asked him, “Do you miss somebody?”

He looked down and felt silent for a second as he reached his hand to his pocket and pulled out a folded paper with encryptures in it. He cried even harder.

I could feel the pain flowing with the tears his two stressed eyes brought out.The wet tears glistened as if they were feasting and shouting sound of joy after having sharp-stabbed the man’s heart and left it still caged inside his thorax bleeding and with no air.

He handed me the thing, now, moistened with his bitter tears and troubled with the shaking of his hand.

“What is this?” I asked in a soft comforting but probing husk.

He just stared at me straight like shooting me with his two irises that totally pierced me in my own two eyes like a dart board.

Suddenly, he whispered shakingly, “ I never lied to that somebody!”

Perplexed, confounded and stymied I managed my composure as he leaped and ran towards the darkness until I can not barely see his silhouette.And there I was. Puzzled and silenced with a note in my hands like having given the most classified secrets of the world.

It took me not an hour when I already found myself bursting in tears gazing and reading what the man gave me. It took me days to digest what it said.

Now, what appeared to me was a very clear explication of what he wrote. It took me more than strength and confidence to grasp it and tell to myself what it liked me to process.
“UNDERSTAND YOURSELF BOY!”
 Alas, I breathed an air of relief. A pipe of hope.That man was an icon.
Intelligently, he changed himself through learning the most essential savor of relationships. Sadly, he only learned this after having failed to the spiking truth that regrets are done and enjoyed last.

I rushed to search the man because I wanted to listen to his stories. But he was nowhere to be found.In exhaustion from my rushing, I rested a seat on a boat’s pedestal facing the tired sun setting on rather tranquil sea. Now, I believe, that I met the man, who, in how many years of black and white lies, have learned the concept of entrusting himself.Only that, maybe, in the wrong person who’s intention was never to treasure his once-in-a-lifetime-self-discovery. He learned that.Yes! He really did. Maybe, he was from a very sad and unfortunate experience where he probed not to trust anybody.

I believe he did not lie to his somebody!I should know that! It was clearly encrypted and sculpted in his solemn but tired sad tears.
“HE NEVER LIED!”

I blurted to myself “AND IT WAS, FOR HIM, A VERY GREAT ACHIEVEMENT!”

It was like him, saying, it took him a day to fall for someone but it might take him forever to diffuse and forget.I wonder when and where would I be given a split second to see him once more and listen to his stories.I know, he will never stop loving… and he will never stop learning. I just wonder really, when and where again, when I have already found myself. #s21

Tears

Tears

There was a blind girl who hated herself for being blind. 

She hated everyone around her except her loving boyfriend.

One day, the girl said that if she could just see the world, she will marry her boyfriend.

'Till one day someone donated eyes to her and then she saw the world as what she wished for.

She's so happy when she saw everything she dreamed for long, including her boyfriend who said..

"Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?"

The girl was shocked when she found out that her boyfriend is also blind. She refused to marry him.

Her boyfriend walk away slowly with tears and said in a loving voice.

"Just take care of my eyes."

Scratches

Scratches

While dad was polishing his new car, his 4 year old son picked up a stone and scratched one on the side of the car. in his fits of anger, dad took the child's hand and hit it many times...

[he] didn't realized that he hit his son's hand with a wrench.

At the Hospital, his son asked, 

"Dad, when will my fingers grow back?"

Dad was so hurt,in guilt, he went back to the the car and kicked it[the car] a lot of times.

Exhausted. 
He sit back and looked at the scratches his son made...




it read...
"I Love You Dad"






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