Hanamizuki

Hanamizuki

To the sky you reach out your hand

The songs of the clouds

Call you to distant lands

To the wind you call my name

Carried to the shore

The shore where I wait

A dogwood flow'r, I'd give to you

A blossom then, soon come to bloom

May the dreams you hold

The dreams that shine like rosen gold last forever

I wish for you to shine above

To radiate your endless love

May it last a hundred years from now

Summer heat weighing down on us

This boat is too weak and so in me,

Please trust I will follow you

Please go ahead and I will be there soon

A dogwood flow'r, I'd give to you

A blossom then, soon come to bloom

May the dreams you hold

The dreams that shine like rosen gold last forever

I wish for you to shine above

To radiate your endless love

May it last a hundred years from now

To the sky you reach out your hand

The songs of the clouds

Call you to distant lands

To the wind you call my name

Carried to the shore

The shore where I wait

A dogwood flow'r, I'd give to you

A blossom then, soon come to bloom

May the dreams you hold

The dreams that shine like rosen gold last forever

I wish for you to shine above

To radiate your endless love

To the sky you reach out your hand

The songs of the clouds

Call you to distant lands

To the wind you call my name

Carried to the shore

The shore where I wait

A dogwood flow'r, I'd give to you

A blossom then, soon come to bloom

May the dreams you hold

The dreams that shine like rosen gold last forever

I wish for you to shine above

To radiate your endless love

May it last a hundred years from now

Legacy of an adopted child

Once there were two women

Who never knew each other

One you do not remember

The other you call mother.

Two different lives,

Shaped to make yours one

One became your guiding star

The other became your sun.

The first gave you life

And the second taught you to live in it

The first gave you need for love

And the second was there to give it.

One gave you nationality

The other gave you a name

One gave you the seed of talent

The other gave you an aim

One gave you emotions

The other calmed your fears

One saw your first smile

The other dried your tears

One gave you up

It was all that she could do

The other prayed for a child

And God led her straight to you.

And now you ask me through your tears

The age old question through the years

Heredity or environment - 

Which are you a product of?

Neither, my darling, - neither.

Just two different kinds of LOVE.

my love is here for you.

Somewhere I have never travelled

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

Note: This poem, written by E.E. Cummings, is my most favorite. 

An Englishman's Nightmare (Based on a true story)

Written by: Leo Lagnason
                  July 11, 2004
                 12:50AM

I woke up and you were on my mind,

Thinking of the way that it used to be;

All this time, how could I be so blind

From the things that bothered me?

Suicidal Contemplation

Conceptualized by: Leo Lagnason, Ruben Balagot and Edie Perez
Lyrics by: Leo Lagnason
Arranged by: Ruben Balagot and Edie Perez

Chords: A-F-D-G
             A-F-D-Em

Stanza I:

Here I am holding a gun in my hand

All alone, sitting and wasting away

I'm afraid, you left me alone in the dark

Oh, I cried on the night that you walked away.

I Can Still Remember

Composed by: Ruben Lagnason Balagot
Arranged by: Ruben Lagnason Balagot

Intro: D
Stanza: Bm-G-Em-A
Chorus: D-A-Bm-G

Stanza I:

I can still remember

The times we shared together

The good times and the bad times

That we've both been through

My Refuge

Composed:  August 23, 2003 5:30PM
                   YFC West Sector, Combuild
                   Maasin Elementary School
                   Zamboanga City

I know I've been so foolish and acted so dumb

My spirit is weak and I feel so numb

Now in your loving arms I want to come

I want to reach for you, just even for your thumb.

To feel safe and be loved is what I wanted

From you whose love has never once ended

The horrors of this world makes me feel unwanted

I feel so weak, hopeless and devastated

But as long as I know that you are here

No matter how dark this world gets, I have nothing to fear

You were always there for me even when I was still a little seed

In this world, your love is all I need.

Note: This poem was inspired by the sunset and the YFC activity that we had. 

New Time

Composed: November 20, 2003

                   9:00-11:00am

                   Zamboanga City

Intro: E-A

Stanza: E-A

Refrain: F#m-C#m 2x B

Chorus: C#m-A-C#m-B 3x A-B

Stanza 1:

I can feel the cold night

I can taste the air

I can hear the laughter

Jesus Christ is near

Brady Bunch Dilemma: The Reproductive Health Bill

Who are we again?

Lately, I’ve been bothered by text messages regarding my stand on the ever-famous Reproductive Health Bill. This bill has caused such hysteria in the country that even foreign nationals are bulging in.  I, for one, wouldn’t have wanted to give my statement because to do so would cause headaches. But, as a citizen of this country, it is my right to know what this bill is all about and how its approval or disapproval can affect me. It is after all stated in Article II, Section 11 of the Philippine Constitution that “The State values the dignity of every human person and guarantees full respect for human rights.”

Now that I have established my legal capacity to tackle with this issue, I shall try to come up with an unbiased statement. It certainly wouldn’t be as easy as making an essay about my summer vacation (although I wish it were). There are many factors that I would like to discuss. I’ll try to explain this in simple English. So, here it is.

Coco Lee - A Love Before Time

Suffrage

"The Election I know"

Promises are expressed clearly

While wickedness is exposed

Arid minds are soaking wet

Clenched fists are crying for freedom

The voice is divided

But nobody speaks the whole truth

A cliché in every nation

Yet, people are still victims

Tambok

“Tambok”

Ako tawo lamang nga sama sa inyo,

Naa ko’y kasing-kasing, kalag, og Ginoo

Apan ngano man nga ang uban sa inyo

Mahilig gyud nga painiton ang akong ulo?

Kung maglakaw gani ko sa kadalanan,

Ang mangatawa pastilang pagkadaghan,

Ang uban kay mag-uyog-uyog samtang galantaw

Og moingon dayon, “Linog! Naay tambok galakaw!”

Another Silhoutte

“Another Silhouette”

As I sit on this little corner that I own,

I begin to enjoy the tranquility of the moment;

And watched as the parchment of our story slowly burns...

What a pity!

Boulderism: The tiring process in making boulders

“On being a rock”

“Nobody’s exempted from having a broken heart.” – Eleonor Lada, 2009

It is said that a person in love can do all things, even attempt to do the impossible. True, love is such a wonderful feeling. It’s a many splendor things. Many have died for love’s sake. It is the most common subject in literature. Countless songs have been written in honor of love; accompanied by the soft blending of melodious instruments that truly melts even the hardest of frozen hearts.

My Pagadian

 "My Pagadian"

I was recently on an out-of-town trip where I was mixed with peers from different places in and outside of the Philippines. When I introduced myself to the rest of the crowd, I noticed that some of them (excluding the foreign delegates) had question marks on top of their heads when I smilingly said, “I’m from Pagadian City!” They actually thought I’m from the USA because of my nosebleed American accent. What a compliment! But I am a proud Pagadianon.

It was then when I realized that only a handful know Pagadian City. To some, it’s like the lost City of Atlantis – only heard of but never been there. Thus, I’ve come up with a small list of signs to let others differentiate Pagadian from any other city: