A Chase for A Tango

Dance before me
You shadow of fleeting dreams
Why run away so quickly
When my grasping hands meant no harm
I hate it when you tease me
Whenever I juggle nothing with my hands
Or when I stand immovable
Or asleep in my sacred hour
Why torture me with your presence
As if you like my company
If I invite you for a dinner tonight
Must you run away without taking a bite?
Tell me how can I make you stay?
I’ll be more pursuant than any lover
Even if I give up my last penny
To keep you is priceless beyond anything
Together let’s tango away
Away from this hopeless hour

To Dance in the Maddening Rain

Dancing in the rain
Such is what the weary keep in vain
For the sake of this silent hope
To water what remaining passion
Gagged by stress and pain
Silenced by pressure and competition
Strangled by envy and fear
Pick up these cluttered papers, I plead
To forget what was mauled by empty wisdom and vanity
Do endlessly throw them up in the air
So I can dance in the maddening rain

Dream to Dream Forever

Keep those eyes closed like a little child
Dream like you’ll never wake again
Do not let go of the ribbons made of sunlight
Never stop whisking the waters made of crystals

Keep on chasing those cotton candy clouds
Drink endlessly the milky waterfalls
Dance like mad on the choco-mallow fields
Roll and crush the evergreen white paper grass

See how your golden curls whirl with the wind fairies
As your bright apple red shoes tap on its own
Embrace the rainbow curtains from the bronze pot of gold
Make faces at the sad, smiling moon

Sing along with your neighbor’s doberman
Who entertains with a bow, tie and everything like superman
Find candies and money from the community dump
With the mayor giving them away as the sugar plum

Be a hero charging the sand castle
Cutting the wicked paper dragon with mother’s old scissors
Win as many medals from a lizard gymnastics
Surf the concrete wave with your granda’s pillow volkswagen

All you can hear are chattering little boxes
With tiny ballerinas cooing with bell-like voices
Oh, please don’t let that deafening alarm wreck this world
Or I’ll wake up again on that miserable sick bed!

Weekend Dilemma

Two days and a snore
I can’t figure out the score
When you think you’re losing them all
With a few minutes left no more

Two days and a snore
How you betrayed when I asked for more
Don’t you see how I waited in sore
And when you came you did not cure my bore

Two days and a snore
Can’t you add yourself for me?
A few minutes you’re walking at the door
In five days and a wink I’ll be waiting for you once more

The Bloom (After 2 Decades and 7 Years)

I’d always set the whole February as mine. My birthday celebration never ends on the 2nd only. I always claim it as my whole month..so I call it my birthmonth celebration, not a birthday celebration.

So wuzzup with a 27-year old like me? I’m so surprised to have lots and lots of cakes (and because of that I feel loved *mwah mwah*). I intended not to put my birthdate on FB so as to test who knows my day (and until now people greet me). But what I’m expecting is what my Abba will give me for this new season. For sure this is another time to bloom…and it’s up to me to go with it.

I really don’t feel as my age. Age is only a number that people tend to be scared of. But it’s not something to be scared of. Age is a landmark of God’s gift called life. I’ve come to this age and this is a blessing to me.

There are a few things though that I need to let go:

– excessive happy-go-luckiness

– the panic baby

– my nervousness when meeting with big personalities

– pride of the worm

And I have so much to ask for in place of these

– focus

– confidence

– boldness

– acceleration in skills and character

I wonder what the Lord’s in store for me for this season. I’m sure He got a lot of them stored up in His huge storage box in His throne room. All He just wants me to do is ask…and be willing to give up the unnecessary things in my life to fill me once more and more and more. 🙂

Happy birthmonth to me again :))