Passing Fancy's Give-Away

Passingfancy is a twenty-year old who likes makeup.  I stumbled upon her blog as I was browsing luckyfind's blog. For the record, this is the third time I am joining a give-away since I started blogging and the first time I think I'd win. Lol. Give-aways are fun and a sure way to make one drool.  Afterall, isn't it heartwarming to "meet" total strangers who can be so generous to share whatever they have to others who share the same passion they share?

Check out her contest and feast your eyes upon these goodies:

Hold On Lolo..

Your blood is in veins

 I wish to take away your pains.

Your vigor has softened now

Yet you still exude strength, how?

The past matters not anymore

So long as you embrace me in the future.

Your soul is weary, your heart is scarred

But by God’s grace, I’ll bring you pride.

Hold on Lolo, stay strong I beg

Our lives are meaningless when hope is dead.

Not again..

From afar I saw you, again

Right when I thought I have gotten over the feelings..

Feelings, weren't they just that?

Now why do emotions come flooding back?

Do I have regrets? Or am I relieved?

But regrets for losing what 

when now I'm just beginning to live!

I hate these contradictions, why can't these just cease!

pic borrowed from  this

He was not an Evil Man, he was just an Erring Son

He pulled the trigger in his mother’s tomb

And did that which none of of his sons could have known.

Those grave accusations tormented him much,

He’s had enough! So he breathed his last..

Was any of those true?  None of us knows

Is his death now enough to cure all the flaws?

Can we be happier now that he is gone?

But was he indeed a very corrupt man?

The secrets he kept, he’ll bring to his crypt.

But what stirred me the most was the manner he did it..

He chose to fall right where his parents retired

Believing in his heart perhaps, he’ll find sympathy on their side

To the world what he did might be very terrible,

But to his parents, he was a son who died to free them from dishonor.

In his lifetime he might have stolen from us

But haven’t we all been guilty of sins like that?

When we turn a deaf ear to a needy neighbor

We breed animosity, aren't we killing candor? 

We mislead, we deceive, we engage in hurtful slander

Everytime we warp the truth, our wretchedness only prospers

Unsatisfied, we connive, to promote  indifference to others.

Worst of all are our attempts, to even fool our Great Creator!

No..he was not an evil man

… he was just an erring son.

I believe when it’s our turn

To face our Maker

We’ll be measured not by our fame or power,

But by those little acts, all the virtues we put together.

I pray indeed he rests in peace..

And be an example...

He left behind so much to learn,

So much to change, so much to yearn

We can forgive and live anew

Heal ourselves and do what's just for me and you.

For it is not in ridding him that we’re freed

Even if he were a lump in our throats indeed.

Lets judge him not solely by his deeds,

For in castigating an erring human, who succeeds?

I Want Happy Endings

I grew up to fairy tales

My mom loved to tell

But now I came to find out

Fairy tales ain't no real.

I met my Princes..

(Oh, there's three of them!)

None of them fought my fears

All of them brought me pain.

But sometime ago in my unhappy past

I have met two beautiful friends

Treading down the lover's path..

She was his first, he was her last

A damsel in distress,

A knight in an armor he was.


They were rather young when Cupid struck them
But one by one they conquered 
their life's problems.

But the journey they are taking

Is now breaking, are they parting?

Oh, can someone please make them stop?

I cannot bear to see them give each other up..

If love is true and pure and strong,

Theirs can conquer any gloom!

But how do I help them hold-on?

And drown all those heartbreaking songs?

I still want those happy endings!

(Even if I'm not in them.)

*Image Courtesy of scrapetv.com

Groping for Words

I always believed writing is a medium by which we can immortalize ourselves.  Our written words can often outlive us -- and we can never underestimate the breadth and scope of people who can come across what we've written.  It's an awesome but nevertheless exciting thought!  I wonder who can get to read what I wrote today.. I just hope what I write becomes worth reading.

Happy Birthday Baby Sister!

I can stil recall that February morn

When her first cry filled our home.

As our youngest sister, 

She changed our lives forever!

All five of us became her heroes,

Her conspirators, teachers, cheerleaders and even foes.

But then at the bleakest point in our lives,

Twas by holding on together that we survived.

Now all grown up, strong and wise

I hope she continues to seek our advice

We love her so, that's oh so true---

Sis we will always be here for you!

Happy birthday, God bless you!