Thursday, January 26, 2012

Evanescence: Bring Me To Life (From You Tube)

Smile. Mwhas.


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Evanescence

Seriously, Dear God -


In what place and time, did you nail me?
In what words, would you want me to
speak your truth?  In what acts, would
you want me to manifest your will?

Forgive my little understanding that
couldn’t comprehend your glory.
How great you are!  How loving you are!
How merciful and kind!  Now hold a

child that grows old...Look at me, gaze
into my eyes!  Hear my complaints, know
my wishes! Make me strong in zeal!
Let me understand, I long to see -

your face - And how, every moment I
desire your love.  And so dear God,
I am flesh – frail and wanting.  Life,
seethed and culled; love, grown and scald.


God show me now, what’s best to do;
how I could live my life for you.
And as time passes quickly, make me
thrust dear Father, light and beauty -

In your grace, in your mercy - prayers!
And what’s inside our hearts aflame.
Glide me like birds up blue sky so high
Evanescent life, with you be nigh.

God grant - your Holy Spirit, fill
move hearts with zeal, live life with thrill.
Bleak days of tests and drought, be gone
Dare thunder out, and chores be done.

My dearest  one God, and Father of
the Universe,  come dear -  to us all!
Sweet love and fun, thy Kingdom, stay!
Scarred hands of time be healed, I pray.

Most Sacred Heart, my light, my love!
When drops of red, the deep sea sobs
I understand, those tides, your kiss
Most Sacred Heart, your love, my bliss!

rosalinda flores martinez. on thursday. january 2012


Tuesday, January 17, 2012

A Filipino Folktale: The Turtle And The Monkey

A Filipino Folktale:  The Turtle and The Monkey

Retold by:  Rose Flores - Martinez

Let me name the characters Turtly and Minky.
 

Here is the folktale.

Once upon a time, Turtly and the Minky went around the forest to find a banana plant, so they could have something to eat. 

Minky chose to plant that part with leaves (upper part), while Turtly just got what was left available to him, the lower part with thick trunk. 

A few weeks later, Minky’s plant dried and wilted, but Turtly’s plant had produced a lot of banana fruits.

Minky said to Turtly, “ Since, you can’t go up the tree, I’ll harvest the bananas for you.  Just share some to me.”

“Okay,” Turtly said.  “We will divide the harvest equally.”

But then, up the tree, Minky ate all the bananas.  Proudly, he threw down Turtly, those yellow banana peelings so Turtly turned green with envy. 

Turtly, didn’t get mad.  Instead, he put a lot of thorns around the banana trunk.

So when Minky went down, he cried, “Ouch, ouch, ouch! You, Turtly! I will cut you into pieces and drown you in the sea.  You cannot go away from me; you will see!”

Turtly came running.  And because turtles were so slow, Minky found him soon.

“Please, please, just cut me into pieces and don’t throw me into the water.”

“Aha! And why would you like me to cut you into pieces?”

“So, I can grow other turtles from my shells.  Cut me! Cut me, now!”

“No! I will throw you into the deep sea."

“Please, Minky don’t throw me into the sea.  I will drown in the water.  I beg! I beg!”

“Hahaha. There you go in the sea!”

And so a stark splash!  Then there was silence. 

In a little while, Turtly floated up. 

“Hey Minky, don’t you know the water is my home?”

From that time on, in the village, monkeys and turtles were never friends.

Minky’s tribe learned a lesson.

Turtly roamed the sea, and down, he swam into the deep.


In I Wrote Fiction, posted by rosevoc2, January 17,2012.





Friday, January 13, 2012

It's the Same for 2012: A Journey To Life; And The Show Must Go On

There were those times I've wondered why clowns cry when they're supposed to laugh. Those were the younger days.

In theaters, usually, there's a showcase of varied emotions painted on the artist's masks. The most popular of which are the two faces: a crying face and a laughing face. Usually, the colors of black and white are painted on the faces dividing it from top of the head down to the chin. I remember day and night, close to sun and moon. I remember life and death, when there's laughing and crying.

Perhaps, there were those times I got scared of these clowns, and that bite of sadness upon looking at their faces.

The clowns add happiness to parties and gatherings. Usually, kids like them, such as the burger clown, Jack in the Box, and carnival clowns in Disney.

But then, clowns can also be frightening as shown in thriller movies and artistic dramas. And don't forget funny and naughty Joker in Batman.

And who would not know the Hat man, portrayed by Johnny Depp in the movie "Alice in Wonderland," taken from the novel of Lewis Carroll.

Moreover, "Mardi Gras" displays a vast picture of masked faces, as in Halloween parties. Traditional dancing and feast/ritual dancing are made up of people with adornment and tattoos. Hence, reinventing!

This 2011 another answer came up for my clown question; when groups of youth and kids performed during the "Feast of the Holy Infant Jesus" at St. Hannibal Seminary. The numbers were well-practiced as by the audience' applause. Most of the performers were kids, who wonderfully danced with their artistic costumes made of old newspapers and plastic bags. The kids made-up of painted colors on their faces and bodies, danced like "Tinker Bell," in Peter Pan, among others.

Another number from the youth came dramatic. One participant tried his best (perhaps to win and bring a trophy for the group) to make a presentation as in a carnival, but then some things just don't turn up right, sometimes, and still the actor came dancing, as if nothing happened. This group won the first.

So why do clowns cry when they're supposed to laugh? They do. They have beating hearts, too. Life must go on. Behind the curtains are real life situations that couldn't be announced on top of synagogues for accolades and medals.

So the show must go on. Saint Hannibal's activities for children (orphans and the poor) serve to support the children and the youth that would make them busy, prudent, and praying apostles of Christ.


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