The Puppet And The Puppeteer.

I have one story to tell.

A tale of a puppet and his puppeteer,

A story of bond, of friendship and of love,

An indifference to nature’s status quo, of letting go and moving on.

From town to town this puppeteer tours, going to another to entertain kids,

To find a crowd worthy to meet, his beloved puppet that which he cared.

This puppet of his, unique among other, who speaks, who acts like a man s’pose,

As if no strings hold it up to mimic his master.

They shared a bond more than a slave to his master, for the puppet was no slave at all.

The puppeteer thought it was a companion who he can share his thoughts, to only nod when ought to,

A reply only they understand that the puppet quietly enjoys,

They were a perfect match, a mind to think the joy and the will to show more.

As all seasons that walk them by, their audience grew even bigger,

A crowd so worth every penny of life, a joy untimely kept in spirit.

But as many laughs made, jeers proven wrong and cries to fade in smiles,

There’d come a time, alas, that very day of changing turns come by.

The puppeteer grew cold of his hands; his last crowd was amongst his demise,

And all his tattered puppet can do is follow a thought it never quite knew,

This saddened the puppet that didn’t do much an effort to will its best, at ruin did end.

They were two separate souls now, unbound at that sudden snap.

The puppeteer fends off the remaining frustration of an empty crowd.

Placed his puppet inside its box and went on.

The puppet was in query, its mind a boggle of thoughts, what am I to do!??

It slept for the entirety of the journey, never to wake again.

The puppet lay there sitting by the cupboard, webbed and old.

The puppeteer came just by to check it, unnerved but he knew how much his friend hurt.

And all the puppet can do is stare blank, sit still and do nothing more.

The puppeteer would lay its stare and turn as tears fall by.

They both felt the changing time, the puppeteer slowly crumbles to age, and so did the puppet to wreck.

Where was all the time of sharing smiles, of believing in joy!??

Where did that stain of colors and the jovial movements??

Who is this man that keeps staring at some toy, what was this toy all about!??

Life goes by, feelings come, and people pass away.

We tread a road to an unknown end, to only set goals at every stop.

So do our lives, we make the memories and the ideals we choose to live.

And what greater scuffle we have to be is between our heart and mind.

To know when to think for what’s good, to feel for what’s right.

To see things through that we don’t get what we want rather than what we need.

To know what is there to a friend, a lover and a foe.

To just keep living, let go and move on.

I'm Cold.

How sad when everything is in the right place then comes what you fear.

I’m in bed now and just when I put on the fan, there's that sudden freezing embrace I felt. Damped from the inside and a frost bite of lessened immunity. My room is a wind’s passage, a window looking up north and another that blows down south. It’s a resting delight every summer and a frosty indulgence during the holidays.

I have auras when it comes to what I feel, to what I should get and what may happen. And this one isn’t new to me. Later on, you’ll find that I get paranoid too much for what you have read about. I just can’t get it off my head. If I can be fated to be this at the wrong time then all my week’s enthusiasm will be ruined.

It’s never an oddity of nature just an imbalance of normalcy, a result of less concern, a consequence of abuse and at all, it might just be kicking in from all sorts of reasons. By far, I have been in some jumble of strain these days and this might just be a taster.

Sighing to a late night sympathy, I’ll lay bitter tonight wrapped in an enormous roll of warming comforters and just hope I’ll be better off spending a day not havin’ sniffles.

Love's A Thousand Words More.

 We all have love stories of our own, a movie we wish to show the world. A romantic scene we want to keep repeating all over again and that chance kiss of a lifetime that keeps flashing back on our mind. We live a life to make the stories we want to tell someday, to share the experiences we cared for and just to step on that sandy beach on one orange afternoon and scream how much there is when we just let go, laugh and love with all our heart.

No words or phrases can describe the existence of such unique emotion, one that we can’t even control. And even this blog can’t say everything just to let you know how much we all have loved and will love more.

This is for all those love we give, the ones we share with friends but this one love we solely keep for that someone else. A love we never intend to keep a secret, a desire we dearly want to expose… unrequited. We cried for this, we got sick, we almost lost our senses and just let loose of ourselves, who would blame us and what can we do!? 

On this pair of legs we have, one would always try its best to keep you moving but the other would always be against it, to stay still and just stand there, unwilling to go on waiting for another pair of feet to walk beside you, a pair of soles that will never come. Probably lost in someone else’s own pair of experiences. That love that hopes and even at the very end wishes to be with the pair one longed to walk with.

This love is for the bravest. The one who took all the chances and gave away of what should and couldn’t be. The one who told himself or herself that there are better things far off than just laying bushed on the floor and burdening yourself of the world who barely cared. This love was for all the right reasons took the courage to face the battles of the heart and mind. This love is what we all should be… in time.

Amidst it all… we say, be happy ^^. 

For every story was a start, this was the first moments when you meet the one as thought by many. That fairy tale coming true, of the damsel in distress and her knight in shining armor. Yet there was that kind of love not in stories made. That Belle and The Beast or perhaps that Fiona and Shrek. A story that speaks of no likeness, of no limits, no inhibitions, of best friends, of enemies and even for the most part of acceptance… of no gender. Something that love works uniquely, that love has no control, love never judges and love just comes and we fall right into it.

And come it all… nothing compares what we feel… nothing can ever say what we shouldn’t for everyday we are in love is just that cup of tea with someone so dear to us. Rain or shine, having that someone beside us or knowing that they ever love us is more than just a mitten full of warmth.

For every parcel written with it, a gesture that says it all and no matter how cliché can it be. It never gets old. It never fades. It is written not even on Valentine’s Day. It is written all over the world. Those magical 3 words. 

And for all the love there is, we should not confuse. Heartfelt they are and will always be; that experiencing to love another was more than having a treasure and be loved in return was more than just a story to tell. Love has all the colors to paint, a love to a friend, a love to your parents, a love for your siblings, a love for a stranger, a love for someone new, a love there is for the one you wished for, a love that give even if it hurts and for all the love there is… if we love and share this to the world how much more when the world can love you back and far more prudently heartwarming than having only one. 

And if one day, you’d spare that heart of yours for someone so dear… can I ask you?!? Can I break that flask for you…? I’d be careful not to smash that and even that’ll mean me bleeding hard for that soft heart inside, I’d be holding it in my hand. Will you permit me?!?

Like any other else… this passage is as golden as the rule to live.

Love is patient, love is kind.

It is not jealous.

It is not pompous.

It is not inflated.

It is not rude.

It does not seek its own interests.

It is not quick-tempered.

It does not brood over injury.

It does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. 

It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails.

(St. Paul 1, 1 Corinthians 13:4) 

Love is love <3

Your Silly Grown Man.

As I sat here just swooning over some dead past turn of thoughts, listening to some tantric music trying my best to finish a book I just can’t help but hate for I was quite oblige to ever open it because I have to read it. Still, a few paragraphs wouldn’t hurt much, right!??

Struck me quite simple just then after reading some few ideas through my mind like it was some reel tape just rolling in front of me, I have like been feeling a little gory or if not miserable lately.  Some say, one chooses to become enslaved by misery. Have I??

It wasn’t some realization as I can precede it quite a suggestion to become miserable is almost how my day works since. I’d go to some depressing matter then by the end of the day I’ll laugh it out like some total idiot. Ha ha  ha. See, there I go. Like some crazed silly grown man laughing incessantly.

Acting out a silly thought, to some silly answer and voila you got some silly grown man trying to place out life as something sillier than the usual silly thought. Hey, I just made a silly sentence just because something silly came about. J

Who Could Have Thought ^^.

Almost 15 minutes struck the tick of the clock to a quarter by noon. Some sleep I had last night with all the good reason to stay up all night and just be someone else’s companion or let me say it inconclusively, just a chat.

 

An old folk as all does say, shan’t we talk to strangers when we were young. A good reason perhaps for the meekly child to consider and behave himself when he is reprimanded but for an old man as he, stranger are what we have as friends now. If not for the very first day of school you chose to get along with some rowdy looking child as you are and later on becomes your very companion for a lifetime. Friends―some God’s gift, huh!?

This year, I was quite blessed to have enjoyed the company of a few who as I can consider the best yet people there can be. Ironic though that most of us never actually met each other and were just conversing through some blank space, a product of human technology, laying enslave us all… placing that away as it was not the topic of this entry. These people barely a hunch I do know of besides the thought that we talk like we knew something was common in all of us.

I met a med student who almost I thought was my soul mate, who would’ve thought we had the same friend, the same ideas when we think likely maybe you’ll think he’ll be some doctor one day and I was a nurse so that would sum up almost everything, I guess not… for all the reason, I was comfortable with him. Just imagine two guys, plainly, that sounded too casual to actually share each other’s feeling unfazed that maybe the other would divulge it but if you’d thought about that instance, we trusted each other. On that very moment then. We did talk of way lot of things and even those far off topics so not in the league of circumstances we should talk about. Acting like we ever see the world in a more wisdom-filled ways as we could imagine. Cutting through we met up, and lo, things got awkward a bit. Like seriously it was like some first day of school. It was an experience for just some 2 hours of being with each other, I loved it. We were casual. We were just shy. You can laugh it out. The time may be quite ephemeral; bidding a hug goodbye was all it took to see contentment.

It never stopped there, somehow I’d be saying some appreciation on the social networks or just how technology affects almost everything though I still think that we never have had any normal lives as we did before the moment man finally perfected technology and never halted his dreams of reaching places far off the sky. All I can say is, my gift of friends grew a bit. I met a very good talented radio jockey, flattered a complete fan of a student, the cheers of a fellow friend whom I shared some thoughts on being an adult, the quintessential friend who almost got me into lovelorn situation, an almost lover, and just almost a day ago, I met another guest along this road I walk through… who would’ve like as I would quote on later, we’d be talking, sharing and at that… he gave that honor of actually knowing him more. You’d say at that I give off almost all possible emotion I have… a yes and a no. I do give what feeling I can have for the person to sympathize my own as I can do more care and concern if I can understand the feeling of actually befriending him, compassionate, kind and true as he is. A person who have so much to give, the bravest I’ve known far off better than I am. I salute the courage he has to take and the experience he shared with a few whom dearest with him that at least makes my own prejudices and problems a little off guard to think about.

Once in our lives we meet people from different walks of life, some creates good things with us, a few may do more than just hurt or maybe strengthen us even more but there will always be some unique number that we know at that moment would be a part of our lifetime.

This joy just keeps growing no matter shading clouds makes it all gloomy and forlorn. All that I can think of something important having to love people and for who they are, what they have experienced and what they have to give is a gift more than any treasures combined.

Clad on my own pillows, sitting like some other fool worn out by the day’s work… staring at that bright sunny weather outside… I say, all is well.

An Impulse Is Close To Discontent.

I lay stacks of shoes like piling boxes in a warehouse. Unaware of the strong scent it does when worn. Seemingly, others would be as new, some may just be outworn, old, sipping with damage and the rest wet-filled with molds. The swell would rose finding no content as with its owner. A result of dissatisfaction and the quick interest to things and the hastened loss of importance to it.