Are we hiding in the shadows?

Again, I have gathered some inspirational and motivational 'bursts' for you. Whether troubled or not, I hope that these will bring light and momentary reflection of our lives as individuals as well for others. It's a reminder for everyone to value life.

"Don't Stop Dancing"
   -Creed

At times life is wicked and I just can't see the light
A silver lining sometimes isn't enough
To make some wrongs seem right
Whatever life brings
I've been through everything
And now I'm on my knees again

But I know I must go on
Although I hurt I must be strong
Because inside I know that many feel this way

Children don't stop dancing
Believe you can fly
Away...away

At times life's unfair and you know it's plain to see
Hey God I know I'm just a dot in this world
Have you forgot about me?
Whatever life brings
I've been through everything
And now I'm on my knees again

But I know I must go on
Although I hurt I must be strong
Because inside I know that many feel this way

Am I hiding in the shadows?
Forget the pain and forget the sorrows

Am I hiding in the shadows?
Forget the pain and forget the sorrows

But I know I must go on
Although I hurt I must be strong
Because inside I know that many feel this way

Am I hiding in the shadows?
Are we hiding in the shadows?

Busy

This endless pouring of rain brings out the reality in us. It gives the chance to be ourselves once again, we are blocked by images of fear, worries and surrender. We all succumb to faith. It is through our firm belief that this wrath will soon be over. Some sees it as a form of aggression where this event all happened because of us alone. Endless pointing of fingers, tons of blames and busy lines to concerned offices all happen at a time. And when the likes of these occurs, the line to God also gets clogged up.

And when it’s over, half of the ‘callers’ say thanks. Twisted minds say it for they see this as an opportunity. Nevertheless, let’s just ignore them and just say thank you for the life we still have in spite of the rain. 

Blabber - II

With the required support and motivational shrug from a concerned friend, here I am, bursting various bits that you may find relevant or just treat it as another usual drool that floats unnoticed...

Recent study says that too much happiness is bad for your health? ... Happy about that?

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An expired poison. Is this still effective?

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It’s about time to come up with a TV where you cannot only see and hear but you can also actually smell...

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More new breakthroughs in the field of medicine, yet more complex types of disease are found.

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The way we live now, do we still value life?

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People talk much on how good you were only at your wake.

Monday Poem

I am much honored to present a burst of my classmate’s tentative existence in literary world.

My Monday Poem
By Rusty Sanchez Jr.August 28, 2010 (9:00 to 9:30) 

Never ending tell tale stories of misgivings
Unrelenting ….. Unforgiving
Breath of innocence, besiege by armors and arms
Misdirecting……Miscalculating 

Shameless faces of tangential ranks
Captured in lenses without poetic masks
Dying seconds of  clouded fear
Aggravated by sounds of bullets turned tears 

Ostentatious display of might and arrogance
Shelled in a bus to detour a lost rank
Ignited by a flat tire to seize his wallet size
Growling  like a boob tube monster firing with a shut eye 

Making my Monday mourning put into poem 
Conflagrating……..annihilating
Unstoppable……..unbreakable
Forgiveness we seek for the world to understand

Bursts - II

A boost or a much insisting push is what I really need now. I believe that part of me has done enough. Time to blast away more of those waited bursts. Bursting I now set sail on this wonderful journey of life. 

Unknowingly a dreadful ordeal

Cursing, lambasting

To which can’t reveal

Overwhelmed down too much

Afflicting this moment

Never dream of such

Wanting needed rest

Not that long

In order to be abreast

Teeming with ideas

Not to dwell more

By living in fantasia

Inspiration is what I pray

Imploring the heavens

Just let it...stay

Soon as I’m ready

No matter what

Be it light or heavy

I know that this shall come to pass

Nothing is permanent

Although meant to last

Wheelchair bursts

Active and recharged

Echoes of greatness emerged