I am a proud graduate of a noble degree. I finished Nursing at Saint Louis University, Baguio City, Philippines. I grew up with strict and conservative parents and with the culture less regarding of this ever-changing world, I became so rigid at others, picky and judgmental.But when I was alone facing the world. I saw flaws revealing the glitter. These blemishes, I started to embrace that I accepted to also love others' faults. My works are reflections of inspiration, pain, weakness, and love. I cannot regret the people who hurt me or loved me because they made me; they are the ancestors of my labor.
Lipped-wet, Counterfeits. Fakes neither audible nor visible. The moment dies in our hands. It was a non- happening. Silence booms destroying the palace, of dreams. I should have become the scissors. This poem is not charitable gnawing at the underlip
(1) In old time, Before the sun stopped circling around us; Before it started to work as a painter of our shadows and the shadow of time over place; Before it adopted the hobby to boil sand inside a vessel
As twilight fades into the night, In the silence, I wonder bewitching fragrance from the queen of the night, tossed up by the strong wind reaches the moon lit sky tantalizing the air As on musky Earth I lay soft
The Twenty First Century will be like no other. For millennia the human race experienced glacial progress forward. Generation after generation pretty much the same. Then slowly at first things began to change. The Bronze Age, the Iron Age, jump
All the things I never said before really doesn’t matter much anymore the world is changing me like never before like a ghost in the thick of fog…well truth is stranger than fiction just like a fire burning somewhere out