Kung bibigyan ng isa pang pagkakataong mabuhay,
Gigising ako at hahanapin ka,
Kung alam ko lang sa buhay na ito na magkakaroon ng isang tulad mo,
Iaalay ang buong buhay sa pagkakataong makilala ka,
At makilala mo ako,
Para makuha sa iyo ang permiso,
Pagkakataon na magmahal sa iyo.
At wala akong hihinging kapalit,
Mula sa iyo,
At wala ako hihingin,
Sa buhay na ito,
Kung di pagkakataong magmahal sa iyo.
At sa iyo iaalay ang buhay ko,
Lahat ibibigay para lang sa iyo,
At sa iyo ilalaan ang puso,
Bawat pagtibok nito,
Pagkakataong magmahal sa iyo.
At kahit sa piling ng iba,
Ikaw ay masaya,
Mamahalin pa rin kita,
Walang sukli kung 'di,
Pagkakataong magmahal sa iyo.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Eyes Closed.
If happiness was the sun, then today I'm feeling night,
Coldness consumes the soul, And disappears out of sight.
Today I learned what loneliness is, Hitting me faster than a rocket,
For joy has left me with nothing but pain, Nothing that I can do to stop it.
Today misery was in my home, Spreading itself through the air,
Bitter feelings slowly growing, Yet nobody seems to care.
I try to call to those beloved, And scream my heart out loud,
But the harder I try to reach them, The further they are in the crowd.
Feeling all alone, I seek to find the path to stand up high,
But every time I stood, I felt the ground break down my life.
The more I pushed to patch the problem that chipped my heart in pieces,
The more I realized that today I have been turned off by switches.
Today I watched as those I love grew parting ways much further,
Te stabbing wound from back to chest as my body lies in murder.
Lying there I force myself I struggle to fight my fight,
As darkness consumes my empty soul, and my eyes closed tight.
-Mark Llanos
Coldness consumes the soul, And disappears out of sight.
Today I learned what loneliness is, Hitting me faster than a rocket,
For joy has left me with nothing but pain, Nothing that I can do to stop it.
Today misery was in my home, Spreading itself through the air,
Bitter feelings slowly growing, Yet nobody seems to care.
I try to call to those beloved, And scream my heart out loud,
But the harder I try to reach them, The further they are in the crowd.
Feeling all alone, I seek to find the path to stand up high,
But every time I stood, I felt the ground break down my life.
The more I pushed to patch the problem that chipped my heart in pieces,
The more I realized that today I have been turned off by switches.
Today I watched as those I love grew parting ways much further,
Te stabbing wound from back to chest as my body lies in murder.
Lying there I force myself I struggle to fight my fight,
As darkness consumes my empty soul, and my eyes closed tight.
-Mark Llanos
Never Such A Girl
Eyes so beautiful,
Smell so sweet,
Misunderstood, so I've heard from your head to your feet,
Was loved by another or so I was told,
It's hard to keep giving i the heart has turned cold,
Your smile has me thinking,
Though at times it don't show,
That it's you I'm picturing but I won't let you know,
Is it love or is it lust,
It seems too early to tell,
Is it destiny at hand or just a temporary spell,
Your kiss is amazing,
Something out of this world,
Making it hard to not say that you are my girl,
I believe in a tale that was told to me long,
That there's 2 pieces of a heart and to each person it belongs,
To mold as one and forever be one,
Through the good and bad,
To the end of life come,
I say this with meaning yet deep down I'm somewhat scared,
Can a man really love really feel like a woman really cares,
If it's true so be it,
Cause my actions will show,
With words it's not enough to just let that one know.
-Mark Llanos 2/2005
Smell so sweet,
Misunderstood, so I've heard from your head to your feet,
Was loved by another or so I was told,
It's hard to keep giving i the heart has turned cold,
Your smile has me thinking,
Though at times it don't show,
That it's you I'm picturing but I won't let you know,
Is it love or is it lust,
It seems too early to tell,
Is it destiny at hand or just a temporary spell,
Your kiss is amazing,
Something out of this world,
Making it hard to not say that you are my girl,
I believe in a tale that was told to me long,
That there's 2 pieces of a heart and to each person it belongs,
To mold as one and forever be one,
Through the good and bad,
To the end of life come,
I say this with meaning yet deep down I'm somewhat scared,
Can a man really love really feel like a woman really cares,
If it's true so be it,
Cause my actions will show,
With words it's not enough to just let that one know.
-Mark Llanos 2/2005
Broken Shadow
My broken shadow,
Follows me around,
Soft like whispering willows,
Humming an eerie sound.
Yet it shows no flaw,
Despite the times I fell down.
As my broken shadow could not carry me,
It came tumbling to the ground.
With me it collapsed helplessly,
My broken shadow please forgive me.
My broken shadow,
witnessed all of days,
And when there was no sun to shine below,
My broken shadow drowns in the rain with my sorrow,
Yet my shadow hasn't abandoned me or disappeared,
Despite my uncontrollable shedding of tears.
As the drops fell to the floor,
My broken shadow is not whole anymore...
-Rona Llanos '99
Follows me around,
Soft like whispering willows,
Humming an eerie sound.
Yet it shows no flaw,
Despite the times I fell down.
As my broken shadow could not carry me,
It came tumbling to the ground.
With me it collapsed helplessly,
My broken shadow please forgive me.
My broken shadow,
witnessed all of days,
And when there was no sun to shine below,
My broken shadow drowns in the rain with my sorrow,
Yet my shadow hasn't abandoned me or disappeared,
Despite my uncontrollable shedding of tears.
As the drops fell to the floor,
My broken shadow is not whole anymore...
-Rona Llanos '99
An Attempt on a Taglish Poem...
Nagtitiis sa pagkukulang mo,
Mahal mo ako, binubulong kong sinungaling sa puso ko,
Mahal mo ako diba,
So say you love me,
Say I'm the right one for you and you have no future without me,
Yakapin mo ako ng mahigpit,
Hanggang sa di na makahinga,
Para sa piling mo makakarating ako ng langit.
-Rona LLanos '99
Mahal mo ako, binubulong kong sinungaling sa puso ko,
Mahal mo ako diba,
So say you love me,
Say I'm the right one for you and you have no future without me,
Yakapin mo ako ng mahigpit,
Hanggang sa di na makahinga,
Para sa piling mo makakarating ako ng langit.
-Rona LLanos '99
...
It's a curse,
It's a terminal sickness,
I try,
To self medicate this madness,
That gives me insomnia,
That makes me blind,
Giving me mild paranoia,
That plays with my mind,
A heart attack,
Combined with this addiction,
Dependency on you,
Diagnosed fatal attraction,
That give me fever,
High and low,
Drops of sweat,
Like tears of sorrow,
I am told there is no remedy,
I die slowly.
-Rona Llanos '02
It's a terminal sickness,
I try,
To self medicate this madness,
That gives me insomnia,
That makes me blind,
Giving me mild paranoia,
That plays with my mind,
A heart attack,
Combined with this addiction,
Dependency on you,
Diagnosed fatal attraction,
That give me fever,
High and low,
Drops of sweat,
Like tears of sorrow,
I am told there is no remedy,
I die slowly.
-Rona Llanos '02
Haunted
Haunted by your smell that you leave on my skin,
Haunted by your touch that comes deep from within,
And I haunt you in return,
And my presence won't burn,
In your car when you look and I'm not there,
In the mirror I stand behind you with a cold stare,
In the bed where I hide under the sheets,
In your heart my restless soul weeps,
Haunted by your existence in my life,
Hunted by the life you set aside,
Haunted y your face I see in my dreams,
Haunted of thoughts of what could have been.
-Rona Llanos '01
Haunted by your touch that comes deep from within,
And I haunt you in return,
And my presence won't burn,
In your car when you look and I'm not there,
In the mirror I stand behind you with a cold stare,
In the bed where I hide under the sheets,
In your heart my restless soul weeps,
Haunted by your existence in my life,
Hunted by the life you set aside,
Haunted y your face I see in my dreams,
Haunted of thoughts of what could have been.
-Rona Llanos '01
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Guitara
(an attempt to write a poem in Tagalog)
Aalagaan kita at mamahalin,
Libangan ko at di ako binibitin,
Sapagkat ako'y nagiging tapat sa iyo,
'di pagpapalit at sa'yo lang aamo.
Aawitan kita at aking yayakapin,
Buong umaga, hapon pati gabi,
Marasap kayakap kahit malamig,
Hinahanap-hanap 'pag wala sa tabi.
Kasama kita sa hirap at ginhawa,
Ang tanging kausap at nakakaintindi,
'pag wala sa piling di na mapakali,
Alaala'y aking minumunimuni.
Binibigyang kulay ang buhay ko,
Sa palagay ko ito nga ay totoo,
Guitara o guitarang hawak ko ngayon,
Sinasamahan ako sa lahat ng panahon.
-Rona Llanos '94
Aalagaan kita at mamahalin,
Libangan ko at di ako binibitin,
Sapagkat ako'y nagiging tapat sa iyo,
'di pagpapalit at sa'yo lang aamo.
Aawitan kita at aking yayakapin,
Buong umaga, hapon pati gabi,
Marasap kayakap kahit malamig,
Hinahanap-hanap 'pag wala sa tabi.
Kasama kita sa hirap at ginhawa,
Ang tanging kausap at nakakaintindi,
'pag wala sa piling di na mapakali,
Alaala'y aking minumunimuni.
Binibigyang kulay ang buhay ko,
Sa palagay ko ito nga ay totoo,
Guitara o guitarang hawak ko ngayon,
Sinasamahan ako sa lahat ng panahon.
-Rona Llanos '94
7161996
I haven't published this poem anywhere, but I wrote it in 1996 when I got homesick from my friends.
It's the 16th of July again,
Today is our birthday.
Be happy my dear friends,
Though I may be a bit lonely.
In my absence I hear this song,
Singing in the wind for all of you,
Blowing into my heart where you belong.
I will forever hold our friendship,
It's the only thing in my life right now that's true.
Too bad memories pass,
If I could stop time I would make our moments together last.
So I can stay and relive the moments we have together,
These days I tend to just stop and remember.
A lot has changed,
But never this friendship that I treasure.
And I am sure as I write this poem today,
Inspired with hope and love and faith,
To my friends far away.
-Rona Llanos July16 1996
It's the 16th of July again,
Today is our birthday.
Be happy my dear friends,
Though I may be a bit lonely.
In my absence I hear this song,
Singing in the wind for all of you,
Blowing into my heart where you belong.
I will forever hold our friendship,
It's the only thing in my life right now that's true.
Too bad memories pass,
If I could stop time I would make our moments together last.
So I can stay and relive the moments we have together,
These days I tend to just stop and remember.
A lot has changed,
But never this friendship that I treasure.
And I am sure as I write this poem today,
Inspired with hope and love and faith,
To my friends far away.
-Rona Llanos July16 1996
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
...
(this is actually an excerpt from a song I attempted to make back in 2002, I'm pretty sure my hubby can help me finish this piece )
(Refrain)
...I promise to take care of you
to love you
and to hold
We'll have stories of happy endings
like fairy tales are told
I can't imagine being anywhere else
It's just you and no one else
(Chorus)
This is the moment that we planned
When we become one and just hold hands
There is no need for words
Just your stare
Is all I need
To know that I was meant for you and you for me.
(Refrain)
...I promise to take care of you
to love you
and to hold
We'll have stories of happy endings
like fairy tales are told
I can't imagine being anywhere else
It's just you and no one else
(Chorus)
This is the moment that we planned
When we become one and just hold hands
There is no need for words
Just your stare
Is all I need
To know that I was meant for you and you for me.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Frustrated.
It starts like a motor, roaring as it ignites.
Eyes burning red from the anger of its sight,
The blood begins to boil like water in a pot.
As the veins consume the body like maggots on a rot.
Common sense does not apply since its blinded by fury,
A sudden a rush of thousands in a fire, leaving a building in a hurry.
Emotions leaning towards hate, as the fuse diminish,
Full of adrenaline and ready to explode at the sound of his witness.
Control seems difficult when the mind is clouded with those hated,
Balance is not a factor when this feeling is excavated.
Frustrated….
Mark Llanos
Eyes burning red from the anger of its sight,
The blood begins to boil like water in a pot.
As the veins consume the body like maggots on a rot.
Common sense does not apply since its blinded by fury,
A sudden a rush of thousands in a fire, leaving a building in a hurry.
Emotions leaning towards hate, as the fuse diminish,
Full of adrenaline and ready to explode at the sound of his witness.
Control seems difficult when the mind is clouded with those hated,
Balance is not a factor when this feeling is excavated.
Frustrated….
Mark Llanos
The Worthless Promise
The definition of a worthless promise, is similar to manure.
It smells and full of poison willing to corrupts those who are pure.
Its often used to build relations to those you are not close to,
But heed this warning, be wary of those who gives it so often to trick you.
A worthless promise is categorized as a favor in return for another.
Its often told by old acquaintances but can be as close as someone’s brother.
A conniving method used by snakes similar to Adam and Eve,
You rub my back and I’ll do the same is the wording similar in deceit.
A worthless promise is as useful as a fire in the rain,
Its may look nice in other forms but the result will be the same.
Do not be fooled by its glitter and its shine through atmosphere,
Because in the end its manure you are taking in, just to be clear.
Mark Llanos
It smells and full of poison willing to corrupts those who are pure.
Its often used to build relations to those you are not close to,
But heed this warning, be wary of those who gives it so often to trick you.
A worthless promise is categorized as a favor in return for another.
Its often told by old acquaintances but can be as close as someone’s brother.
A conniving method used by snakes similar to Adam and Eve,
You rub my back and I’ll do the same is the wording similar in deceit.
A worthless promise is as useful as a fire in the rain,
Its may look nice in other forms but the result will be the same.
Do not be fooled by its glitter and its shine through atmosphere,
Because in the end its manure you are taking in, just to be clear.
Mark Llanos
“Its just not meant to be”
Its just not meant to be I’m told when efforts go a stray,
It’s just not meant to be I hear from voices of those who don’t have much to say.
It’s just not meant to be, I read on paper standing there like a fool,
It’s just not meant to be, I tell myself as my facial expression plays it cool.
It’s just not meant to be, I see as chances pass me by,
It’s just not meant to be I say to myself, while deep inside I wonder why.
It’s just not meant to be, but do not worry it will come,
Its just not meant to be, just be patient for the one.
It’s just not meant to be, revolving in my head it spins,
It’s just not meant to be, I say until my patience is thin.
It’s just not meant to be, though efforts from others seems so willing,
It’s just not meant to be, they say cause its not their will that’s dying.
It’s just not meant to be, told so often like it’s the answer to all concerns,
It’s just not meant to be, seems like some BS’ reply to those who do not learn.
It’s just not meant to be, I whisper as I go to bed at night,
For its just not meant to be is the final statement as darkness overwhelms the light.
Mark Llanos
It’s just not meant to be I hear from voices of those who don’t have much to say.
It’s just not meant to be, I read on paper standing there like a fool,
It’s just not meant to be, I tell myself as my facial expression plays it cool.
It’s just not meant to be, I see as chances pass me by,
It’s just not meant to be I say to myself, while deep inside I wonder why.
It’s just not meant to be, but do not worry it will come,
Its just not meant to be, just be patient for the one.
It’s just not meant to be, revolving in my head it spins,
It’s just not meant to be, I say until my patience is thin.
It’s just not meant to be, though efforts from others seems so willing,
It’s just not meant to be, they say cause its not their will that’s dying.
It’s just not meant to be, told so often like it’s the answer to all concerns,
It’s just not meant to be, seems like some BS’ reply to those who do not learn.
It’s just not meant to be, I whisper as I go to bed at night,
For its just not meant to be is the final statement as darkness overwhelms the light.
Mark Llanos
"You gotta get up"
Im in the process of making a bunch of new songs, hopefully after my family and I get settled into a new home soon.
Here is part of the song I wrote to inspire those who have experienced falling....
Verse 1
There will times in your life when all you know will be gone,
Driving your insane when all that is rights, going wrong,
You try to fight but the battle just prolongs,
And as hard as you try you still lose all along,
You fall and you cry and anger fills inside,
Is it you, is it faith, was it all just a lie,
You try to piece it, and you’ve tried to release it,
But all that you got is finished and you missed it.
Whats the next step from this, when you’ve given your all
But life takes a spin and your world starts to fall..
Chorus
You gotta get up from your knees when you fall to the ground,
When tears stop falling and no one else is around,
Build strength from inside as you go for a ride,
Take pride, everything is gonna be alright.
Its not over till its over, have courage over fear,
As you stare through the person across the mirror,
For each time that you fall, you gotta get up,
The rough gets going when its opposite gets tough.
Mark Llanos
Here is part of the song I wrote to inspire those who have experienced falling....
Verse 1
There will times in your life when all you know will be gone,
Driving your insane when all that is rights, going wrong,
You try to fight but the battle just prolongs,
And as hard as you try you still lose all along,
You fall and you cry and anger fills inside,
Is it you, is it faith, was it all just a lie,
You try to piece it, and you’ve tried to release it,
But all that you got is finished and you missed it.
Whats the next step from this, when you’ve given your all
But life takes a spin and your world starts to fall..
Chorus
You gotta get up from your knees when you fall to the ground,
When tears stop falling and no one else is around,
Build strength from inside as you go for a ride,
Take pride, everything is gonna be alright.
Its not over till its over, have courage over fear,
As you stare through the person across the mirror,
For each time that you fall, you gotta get up,
The rough gets going when its opposite gets tough.
Mark Llanos
Free bird
Chorus
Free bird.. Free bird come home…to the world you left.. you are not alone..
Free bird.. Free bird come home...its ok to cry, you don’t have to do it all, on your own..
Verse One
She was, spirited child, longing for attention in this world, of fairy tale..
She was, beauty by the sea, often seen by most as cheerful, though there’s something there.
A center of attention, through most of her life, a shell of the joy she’s seeking, but judged for what’s denied.
hundreds of people she pleases, though most are not real, longing for the love that she’s hopeful to fill… to fill…
Chorus
Free bird.. Free bird come home…to the world you left.. you are not alone..
Free bird.. Free bird come home...its ok to cry, you don’t have to do it all, on your own..
More songs in the near future..
Mark Llanos
Free bird.. Free bird come home…to the world you left.. you are not alone..
Free bird.. Free bird come home...its ok to cry, you don’t have to do it all, on your own..
Verse One
She was, spirited child, longing for attention in this world, of fairy tale..
She was, beauty by the sea, often seen by most as cheerful, though there’s something there.
A center of attention, through most of her life, a shell of the joy she’s seeking, but judged for what’s denied.
hundreds of people she pleases, though most are not real, longing for the love that she’s hopeful to fill… to fill…
Chorus
Free bird.. Free bird come home…to the world you left.. you are not alone..
Free bird.. Free bird come home...its ok to cry, you don’t have to do it all, on your own..
More songs in the near future..
Mark Llanos
Some Days
Some days I feel like the walls are caving,
Some days I feel like spending all that I have been saving.
Some days I feel like the issues never seize,
Some days it hurts so much that my body just freeze.
Some days I want to scream and say forget it to the world,
Some days I want to be deceased from a poison without a cure.
Some days I want to be alone and not care for others emotion,
Some days I feel like jumping off a cliff to drown in an ocean.
Some days I could care less if you want someone around,
Some days I wish Id taken the path to a different town.
Some days I want to be free, from all the others that need and whine,
Some days I feel like ending all with a bullet from a nine.
Some days I feel like flying but I cannot leave the ground,
Some days I feel bounded, being strangled as I drown.
Some days I feel like giving up, though I know I never could,
Because even on some days I feel this way, I know I never would.
Mark Llanos
Some days I feel like spending all that I have been saving.
Some days I feel like the issues never seize,
Some days it hurts so much that my body just freeze.
Some days I want to scream and say forget it to the world,
Some days I want to be deceased from a poison without a cure.
Some days I want to be alone and not care for others emotion,
Some days I feel like jumping off a cliff to drown in an ocean.
Some days I could care less if you want someone around,
Some days I wish Id taken the path to a different town.
Some days I want to be free, from all the others that need and whine,
Some days I feel like ending all with a bullet from a nine.
Some days I feel like flying but I cannot leave the ground,
Some days I feel bounded, being strangled as I drown.
Some days I feel like giving up, though I know I never could,
Because even on some days I feel this way, I know I never would.
Mark Llanos
What is LOVE?
What is your definition of love?
Webster defines love as “A feeling of strong attachment which delights or commands admiration.”
Can love truly be measured by having a family?
Can it truly be tested by complications of life such as arguments over jealousy, finance, trust or selfishness?
Can love be so absolute that it conquers all? Or is it a mirage that often blinds us from the pain that will ultimately destroy us.
Can bringing something so pure like children fix the troubles of a marriage if it’s in a state of unbalance of love?
Will all the doubts go away if you stay with the person you commit to? Or will it hold its ground to forever remember in your mind or their own.
If infatuation does not play a role when you love another, does it play a role if you don’t love them anymore?
Ask yourself this question should you ever forget what love is….
Mark Llanos
Webster defines love as “A feeling of strong attachment which delights or commands admiration.”
Can love truly be measured by having a family?
Can it truly be tested by complications of life such as arguments over jealousy, finance, trust or selfishness?
Can love be so absolute that it conquers all? Or is it a mirage that often blinds us from the pain that will ultimately destroy us.
Can bringing something so pure like children fix the troubles of a marriage if it’s in a state of unbalance of love?
Will all the doubts go away if you stay with the person you commit to? Or will it hold its ground to forever remember in your mind or their own.
If infatuation does not play a role when you love another, does it play a role if you don’t love them anymore?
Ask yourself this question should you ever forget what love is….
Mark Llanos
I see the light
I see the light when I close my eyes,
I see the light calling me.
I see the light so bright so bright,
The beam shines down on me.
I see the light I run to you,
Your hands extending out,
You call my name, I elevate
Towards you following the route.
I see the light, I see the light,
You smile as white gates now open,
You whisper to me, there’s no more pain,
You’ll hear no more sounds of mourning.
I see the light as beautiful heaven,
I turn and look behind,
I see the light as memory given,
The best time in my mind.
I hear the laughter of children running,
Glee all on their face,
I see the light my father,
As I walk towards his place.
Come to me my sons and daughters,
For I am here for you,
Stand by my side my children,
Eternity I promise to.
And as the painted light disappears,
And darkness brings black and blue
I am here in the Lighted kingdom
Awaiting my time with you.
Mark Llanos
I see the light calling me.
I see the light so bright so bright,
The beam shines down on me.
I see the light I run to you,
Your hands extending out,
You call my name, I elevate
Towards you following the route.
I see the light, I see the light,
You smile as white gates now open,
You whisper to me, there’s no more pain,
You’ll hear no more sounds of mourning.
I see the light as beautiful heaven,
I turn and look behind,
I see the light as memory given,
The best time in my mind.
I hear the laughter of children running,
Glee all on their face,
I see the light my father,
As I walk towards his place.
Come to me my sons and daughters,
For I am here for you,
Stand by my side my children,
Eternity I promise to.
And as the painted light disappears,
And darkness brings black and blue
I am here in the Lighted kingdom
Awaiting my time with you.
Mark Llanos
For the lack of their Satisfaction
Loving someone without them loving you is like the sun without the moon,
Regardless how hard you try, your alone in a one sided room.
The air is cold like grasping ice in your palm as it burns through the skin,
For no matter the effort given, the sweat and tears will never let you win.
Your soul feels like choking due to the lack of wind as you bare witness to the truth,
The sounds of silence echoes as you stare at her walking to the darkness away from you.
But still you can’t set her free because the heart can’t be without those you’ve been evolved with through the years,
And what ever you keep doing is not enough to keep it from reality of fear.
Concluding your emptiness and solution to be condemned in isolation,
Is the horrifying evidence of what happens when you don’t make the sacrifice needed for their satisfaction.
Mark Llanos
Loving someone without them loving you is like the sun without the moon,
Regardless how hard you try, your alone in a one sided room.
The air is cold like grasping ice in your palm as it burns through the skin,
For no matter the effort given, the sweat and tears will never let you win.
Your soul feels like choking due to the lack of wind as you bare witness to the truth,
The sounds of silence echoes as you stare at her walking to the darkness away from you.
But still you can’t set her free because the heart can’t be without those you’ve been evolved with through the years,
And what ever you keep doing is not enough to keep it from reality of fear.
Concluding your emptiness and solution to be condemned in isolation,
Is the horrifying evidence of what happens when you don’t make the sacrifice needed for their satisfaction.
Mark Llanos
How would you know?
How would you know if you have never tried?
How would you laugh if all you've done is cried?
How would you feel if emotions are buried?
And how can you survive if you are always being
carried?
How can you love, if you never had?
How can you give joy, if at every moment your mad?
How can you be wise if you never learn from mistakes?
How can you be trusted if your world is a fake?
How can you give direction, if in life you are lost?
Are you truly free, if all you worry about is the cost?
How can you be independent, if your actions say
another?
How can you say its your best, when clearly you didn't
bother?
How can you point the finger at another, if their lives
turns for the worst?
But not evaluate yourself, to all but the first.
Mark Llanos
How would you laugh if all you've done is cried?
How would you feel if emotions are buried?
And how can you survive if you are always being
carried?
How can you love, if you never had?
How can you give joy, if at every moment your mad?
How can you be wise if you never learn from mistakes?
How can you be trusted if your world is a fake?
How can you give direction, if in life you are lost?
Are you truly free, if all you worry about is the cost?
How can you be independent, if your actions say
another?
How can you say its your best, when clearly you didn't
bother?
How can you point the finger at another, if their lives
turns for the worst?
But not evaluate yourself, to all but the first.
Mark Llanos
I WANT TO BE THERE
I WANT TO BE THERE
By the waters,
On the sand,
Sunset goes on forever,
As I hold you hand,
Dewdrops on my face,
Sunshine through your hair,
Where you are I want to be there...
© Rona Aying-Llanos
By the waters,
On the sand,
Sunset goes on forever,
As I hold you hand,
Dewdrops on my face,
Sunshine through your hair,
Where you are I want to be there...
© Rona Aying-Llanos
is love for the whole world to see
is love for the whole world to see,
somehow this one is only made for you and me,
although there is no escape and it's true as can be,
this love has no witness, it's just you and me.
with one smile I feel you next to me,
with one glance I know what you're thinking,
no one else knows and no one could ever understand,
how you and I both,
with one hello are already holding hands.
and maybe someday we'll get to show the world of how great a love can be,
by surviving our own destiny,
but for now it's just good enough to know,
that your heart is mine wherever i go...
© Rona Aying-Llanos
somehow this one is only made for you and me,
although there is no escape and it's true as can be,
this love has no witness, it's just you and me.
with one smile I feel you next to me,
with one glance I know what you're thinking,
no one else knows and no one could ever understand,
how you and I both,
with one hello are already holding hands.
and maybe someday we'll get to show the world of how great a love can be,
by surviving our own destiny,
but for now it's just good enough to know,
that your heart is mine wherever i go...
© Rona Aying-Llanos
You. Me and poetry
You. Me and poetry
When the trees grows its leaves quickly,
Grows its fruit graciously so sweetly,
Hear the leaves on its branches whisper,
You were there,
You, me and poetry.
When the clouds glow against the shining sun,
As its' shadows give the land a comfort zone,
Behind the shadow the sun is dancing,
Angels are singing a beautiful melody,
To you, me and poetry.
When the rain comes down but doesn't stay,
It will come back through the tide someday,
For love isn't selfish and others need to be showered, too
But its presence lingers sweet serenity,
Over and Over...
Just like you, me and poetry.
© Rona Aying Llanos
When the trees grows its leaves quickly,
Grows its fruit graciously so sweetly,
Hear the leaves on its branches whisper,
You were there,
You, me and poetry.
When the clouds glow against the shining sun,
As its' shadows give the land a comfort zone,
Behind the shadow the sun is dancing,
Angels are singing a beautiful melody,
To you, me and poetry.
When the rain comes down but doesn't stay,
It will come back through the tide someday,
For love isn't selfish and others need to be showered, too
But its presence lingers sweet serenity,
Over and Over...
Just like you, me and poetry.
© Rona Aying Llanos
you give me the greatest gift of all,
when you said those words you said,
not only did i need to hear them,
but needed for the serenity of this love.
you give me the greatest gift of all,
funny what three little words can do,
how beautiful your voice can carry them,
giving me something to hold on to.
-Rona Llanos
when you said those words you said,
not only did i need to hear them,
but needed for the serenity of this love.
you give me the greatest gift of all,
funny what three little words can do,
how beautiful your voice can carry them,
giving me something to hold on to.
-Rona Llanos
heal this broken being...
Heal this broken being and make me whole,
do the impossible and capture this soul,
take me under your wing and hold my hand,
include me in your future and in your plans.
It's impossible to love me and for me to make you mine,
but if you choose to I will give my entirety to you,
give you happiness like no one else can do,
I can do the impossible, too.
-Rona Llanos
Heal this broken being and make me whole,
do the impossible and capture this soul,
take me under your wing and hold my hand,
include me in your future and in your plans.
It's impossible to love me and for me to make you mine,
but if you choose to I will give my entirety to you,
give you happiness like no one else can do,
I can do the impossible, too.
-Rona Llanos
Fool's Love
Fool's Love
To you I give this poem to enlighten your day,
May the wish this one hopes, will stir you this way.
To you I give this joy, though companionship and love,
May the joy be returned back, for that alone is enough.
To you I give riches, through materials man made,
May the riches be shared, with the heart shall be paid.
To you I give protection, my castle, this knight,
May protection be given by laws of love, through the nights.
To you I give my soul, through sickness & well being,
May the future hold strong, through evolution I'm seeking.
To you I give freedom, so you will not feel caged,
May you forgive my mistakes, for bruising the heart filled with rage.
To you I give all, nothing less than the world,
Will you give me the same, or is it I who's been fooled.
-Mark Llanos
To you I give this poem to enlighten your day,
May the wish this one hopes, will stir you this way.
To you I give this joy, though companionship and love,
May the joy be returned back, for that alone is enough.
To you I give riches, through materials man made,
May the riches be shared, with the heart shall be paid.
To you I give protection, my castle, this knight,
May protection be given by laws of love, through the nights.
To you I give my soul, through sickness & well being,
May the future hold strong, through evolution I'm seeking.
To you I give freedom, so you will not feel caged,
May you forgive my mistakes, for bruising the heart filled with rage.
To you I give all, nothing less than the world,
Will you give me the same, or is it I who's been fooled.
-Mark Llanos
To The Love Of My Life
To The Love Of My Life
If today was our last day together, I leave you with these words,
I will love you always for all that you're worth.
If tomorrow we take our final breath, then I want to share it with you,
So we can see each other one last time before our spirits fade in the blue.
If this is my final week to be in this earth, I will cherish only one,
We would travel the world to see you smile till the call to kingdom come.
If a month is all I was given, I would plan to explore the world,
with you by my side, my one and only baby girl.
If I was told that in months all I know would be meaningless,
I would do everything in my power to find meaning at my best.
If granted only a year, by the grim reapers arm,
I would be your action hero and keep you safe from all harm.
I've been blessed in my life, by having you here,
granted me a family, making my heart shed a happy tear.
I promise to be true to the best that I can,
And maintain hard efforts to being your man.
I will love you each year to the last of my days,
And give appreciation to you always for all of your ways.
Mark LLanos
If today was our last day together, I leave you with these words,
I will love you always for all that you're worth.
If tomorrow we take our final breath, then I want to share it with you,
So we can see each other one last time before our spirits fade in the blue.
If this is my final week to be in this earth, I will cherish only one,
We would travel the world to see you smile till the call to kingdom come.
If a month is all I was given, I would plan to explore the world,
with you by my side, my one and only baby girl.
If I was told that in months all I know would be meaningless,
I would do everything in my power to find meaning at my best.
If granted only a year, by the grim reapers arm,
I would be your action hero and keep you safe from all harm.
I've been blessed in my life, by having you here,
granted me a family, making my heart shed a happy tear.
I promise to be true to the best that I can,
And maintain hard efforts to being your man.
I will love you each year to the last of my days,
And give appreciation to you always for all of your ways.
Mark LLanos
in my sleep dreams come true,
when i'm a awake i think of you,
looking forward to closing my eyes,
to escape the reality my heart cries.
in my sleep there is no need to hide,
what's impossible will be fulfilled tonight,
hoping not to wake from this dream,
and this helpless desire cease existing.
-rona llanos
when i'm a awake i think of you,
looking forward to closing my eyes,
to escape the reality my heart cries.
in my sleep there is no need to hide,
what's impossible will be fulfilled tonight,
hoping not to wake from this dream,
and this helpless desire cease existing.
-rona llanos
The fall of the Fighting Spirit
The fall of the Fighting Spirit
Created from the pit of a fiery soul, grows a spirit full of life,
Potential limitless to all challenges given, a glow shining through the far horizon light.
Troubled past builds the strength, lessons taught to give wisdom,
Longevity equals experience, minimizing the unexplored to be seldom.
Some call it rage, call it fearless, call it courage in the dark,
Others call it an overwhelming emotion causing adrenaline in a spark.
Yet for every single pro, comes a negative in return,
Like the fall of Achillies, in Troy where he burned.
For a spirit is as strong as its will to survive,
But the moment it gives in, suffering will arrive.
For as great as it may be, the shine will then fade,
Overwhelmed by the power that its opposed had made.
Killing softly, slow and steady till the day it loses will,
As the years turns into decades, like what rust does to the steel.
Then one day far from today the little fire will try to glow,
Looking for the path it once walked, seeking redemption to help it grow.
But the poison has already spread to thick, its broken from the lack to bother,
The fighting spirit once full of life, is drowning in the water.
Yet a ray of hope comes once a lifetime to change the road that was taken,
But closed eyes, and deaf ears will end up in the direction of its forsaken.
Mark Llanos
Created from the pit of a fiery soul, grows a spirit full of life,
Potential limitless to all challenges given, a glow shining through the far horizon light.
Troubled past builds the strength, lessons taught to give wisdom,
Longevity equals experience, minimizing the unexplored to be seldom.
Some call it rage, call it fearless, call it courage in the dark,
Others call it an overwhelming emotion causing adrenaline in a spark.
Yet for every single pro, comes a negative in return,
Like the fall of Achillies, in Troy where he burned.
For a spirit is as strong as its will to survive,
But the moment it gives in, suffering will arrive.
For as great as it may be, the shine will then fade,
Overwhelmed by the power that its opposed had made.
Killing softly, slow and steady till the day it loses will,
As the years turns into decades, like what rust does to the steel.
Then one day far from today the little fire will try to glow,
Looking for the path it once walked, seeking redemption to help it grow.
But the poison has already spread to thick, its broken from the lack to bother,
The fighting spirit once full of life, is drowning in the water.
Yet a ray of hope comes once a lifetime to change the road that was taken,
But closed eyes, and deaf ears will end up in the direction of its forsaken.
Mark Llanos
Lust
Lust
In the beginning it was easy, to resist
the urge to prowl,
No mixed emotions to consider, when the
scent of you was fowl.
I trapped you in the closet, 3 garbage
bags and a rope,
Be gone!! I told you once, because new
love just gave me hope.
Through the night I hear your whisper,
In my dreams your voice was loud,
Turned away the best I could,
All I could up until now.
I feel afraid to set you free, not
knowing how you'll turn a bliss,
But the sensation that you used to do
was something that I've missed.
I'm confused, I have it great, should not
be urging what I need,
But is it need or just a greed for more
attention that I seek.
I know its bad, I know its wrong, I know
the consequence of this,
But still I walk close to the closet thinking
should I fulfill your wish.
I have my hand holding the knob, then
slowly open the door,
But then I wake up from my slumber,
sweating & smiling, thinking more.
~Mark Llanos
In the beginning it was easy, to resist
the urge to prowl,
No mixed emotions to consider, when the
scent of you was fowl.
I trapped you in the closet, 3 garbage
bags and a rope,
Be gone!! I told you once, because new
love just gave me hope.
Through the night I hear your whisper,
In my dreams your voice was loud,
Turned away the best I could,
All I could up until now.
I feel afraid to set you free, not
knowing how you'll turn a bliss,
But the sensation that you used to do
was something that I've missed.
I'm confused, I have it great, should not
be urging what I need,
But is it need or just a greed for more
attention that I seek.
I know its bad, I know its wrong, I know
the consequence of this,
But still I walk close to the closet thinking
should I fulfill your wish.
I have my hand holding the knob, then
slowly open the door,
But then I wake up from my slumber,
sweating & smiling, thinking more.
~Mark Llanos
No Longer
No Longer
I will no longer take the abuse you hand me day and day,
No longer will I sit while you destroy all that I may.
I will not shed another tear, no more on your behalf,
For I have learned to stand up, alone without your hand.
I will not take your insults nor will I listen to your plea,
So many years have passed only now do I feel free.
You took away my pride and you caged me like a beast,
No longer will I lay here infected with your disease.
I suffered unbearable while you doubted my will to try,
No longer will I deal with you and your deceitful lies.
It will take 500 more like you to hold me down this time,
This time I will not hold back my punishment for your crimes.
You will not hold me in this fortress, no matter the obstacle given,
I'm not the same weakling you knew, as now my life is charged and driven.
Id rather starve alone and cold and homeless with the flu,
Than stay and live another day imprisoned here with you.
I'll survive the challenges thrown my way, may heavens bare witness to see,
For I will no longer give myself to you, I set my spirit free.
~Mark Llanos
I will no longer take the abuse you hand me day and day,
No longer will I sit while you destroy all that I may.
I will not shed another tear, no more on your behalf,
For I have learned to stand up, alone without your hand.
I will not take your insults nor will I listen to your plea,
So many years have passed only now do I feel free.
You took away my pride and you caged me like a beast,
No longer will I lay here infected with your disease.
I suffered unbearable while you doubted my will to try,
No longer will I deal with you and your deceitful lies.
It will take 500 more like you to hold me down this time,
This time I will not hold back my punishment for your crimes.
You will not hold me in this fortress, no matter the obstacle given,
I'm not the same weakling you knew, as now my life is charged and driven.
Id rather starve alone and cold and homeless with the flu,
Than stay and live another day imprisoned here with you.
I'll survive the challenges thrown my way, may heavens bare witness to see,
For I will no longer give myself to you, I set my spirit free.
~Mark Llanos
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Amazing
Two worlds, two paths, two different patterns of life,
Lonely girl searching for affection that became a mother and wife,
Raised from the States to PI to understand to be a girl,
And smile so beautiful like a brand new pearl,
Then, there's a boy with so many problems like death is on its way,
Been locked up over an over with no good luck array,
From a boy he was bad, to a man move confused,
Became anger built inside with a very short fuse,
How amazing I think in this chance I have met her,
From misery and pain, somehow we fell together,
If it's fate let it be,
If it's truly destiny,
May no one get between us in this story destiny,
And if time may say we belong,
Then acceptance we will bring,
Her heart to mine combine as one is truly amazing.
By: Mark Llanos
Lonely girl searching for affection that became a mother and wife,
Raised from the States to PI to understand to be a girl,
And smile so beautiful like a brand new pearl,
Then, there's a boy with so many problems like death is on its way,
Been locked up over an over with no good luck array,
From a boy he was bad, to a man move confused,
Became anger built inside with a very short fuse,
How amazing I think in this chance I have met her,
From misery and pain, somehow we fell together,
If it's fate let it be,
If it's truly destiny,
May no one get between us in this story destiny,
And if time may say we belong,
Then acceptance we will bring,
Her heart to mine combine as one is truly amazing.
By: Mark Llanos
He gave her flowers,
With kisses and a card,
Wrote a poem to show her,
That true love is not that far.
He took her to dinner,
Spent quiet evenings admiring her beauty,
He even told her how he wondered,
How by having her he could be so lucky.
One day the first argument came,
She cried her heart out almost going insane,
That how could someone that said I love you,
Say and show things only hate can do.
Finally a compromise,
To adjust to each others' needs,
But compatibility was becoming questionable,
Love has turned to greed.
She could not bare losing him,
In the process she held him too tight,
He wondered about intentions and if this love is meant to be,
Because love grows and she hasn't grown out of her insecurity.
By: Rona Llanos
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
How to make a love last....
Yes, it's true sometimes love just isn't enough. Love doesn't pay the bills. Love is when you get this feeling of infatuation over someone you're attracted to but infatuation fades and that's when couples break up or cheat. I do believe love is more of a chemical reaction in the body when they are attracted physically to a person, and this triggers the emotional and mental part. That's why people can say opposites attract, even opposites mean they are probably not compatible to begin with and have different views and values. It's easy to say you love someone or you are in love, but the hardest part is to stay in love. And to make a love last there are a few pretty simple components to look out for. (1) It takes two, make sure you both want the same thing out of the relationship. (2) It takes work to make a relationship last and grow, both must be willing to grow together and accept the changes together. (3) If there is no romance, there has to be a strong foundation of friendship to make a romance re bloom from. (4) And make sure there is room for consistent garnish for one another, of trust, respect and honesty.
There will be dull moments, and times you will need space from each other to do things for yourself and spend time with other friends or family without your significant other; but that is ok. Separation grows appreciation, take the time away from your partner to do things for yourself and rediscover yourself. It will make you a better person and more interesting. Go out on dates with your partner, do things you used to do but haven't done, or do things that are totally spontaneous and recreate some experiences and make new memories together. Make time to bond but at the same time give each other space to be an individual.
There will be dull moments, and times you will need space from each other to do things for yourself and spend time with other friends or family without your significant other; but that is ok. Separation grows appreciation, take the time away from your partner to do things for yourself and rediscover yourself. It will make you a better person and more interesting. Go out on dates with your partner, do things you used to do but haven't done, or do things that are totally spontaneous and recreate some experiences and make new memories together. Make time to bond but at the same time give each other space to be an individual.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
New Journal
Every time I open up a new journal it's exciting to feel the new pages and foresee what thoughts this time I can fill the blank pages with.
New ideas over and over,
Even when the writing stops,
Thoughts float like air,
I write about it because I breathe it,
I was there.
-Rona Aying Llanos
New ideas over and over,
Even when the writing stops,
Thoughts float like air,
I write about it because I breathe it,
I was there.
-Rona Aying Llanos
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Dear Lie
Sometimes I stop writing because there are so many things to write about. Some of them even lies, that everything is going to be ok, that every fairytale has a happy ending which is not true. I don't believe Cinderella's Prince charming had love at first sight, decided to marry her and they never had any arguments that led to any heartache or tears. And I'm also not saying that there is no happily ever after, sometimes books and movies make it look easier than it is. But that's why we read and watch movies right? to escape reality? When all these ideas placed in media for our entertainment.... were inspired by some reality like a broken heart or a love lost and found. A climax, struggling point then the solution and the happy ending; so for that thought that I doubt the ease of life's happy endings itself, I remembered the song by TLC Dear Lie:
Dear lie
You suck
You said you could fix anything
Instead Im fucked
You made things even worse for me
If I had balls Id tell you get away from me
Guess Im not smart
I let you unnerve me
I let you control me
Afraid the truth would hurt me
When its you that hurts me more
Chorus
Get outta my mouth
Get outta my head
Get outta my mind
Stop puttin words in my head
Get outta my mouth
Youre nothing but trouble
Get outta my life
Get out of me
Out of me out of me
Out of me
Out of me lie
Lie lie lie lie
Dear lie
Youre dumb
You think youve got the best of me
You think you won
Misread my vulnerability
Ive got your walls
Now get the hell away from me
Ive learned your art
Wont let you unnerve me
Wont let you control me
The truth will only free me
And your lies wont hurt no
No more
Chorus
Lie lie
Ive got
Your walls
Now get the hell away from me
I learned your art
Wont let you unnerve me
Wont let you control me
The truth will only free me
And your lies wont hurt no
No more
Dear Lie - TLC
Dear lie
You suck
You said you could fix anything
Instead Im fucked
You made things even worse for me
If I had balls Id tell you get away from me
Guess Im not smart
I let you unnerve me
I let you control me
Afraid the truth would hurt me
When its you that hurts me more
Chorus
Get outta my mouth
Get outta my head
Get outta my mind
Stop puttin words in my head
Get outta my mouth
Youre nothing but trouble
Get outta my life
Get out of me
Out of me out of me
Out of me
Out of me lie
Lie lie lie lie
Dear lie
Youre dumb
You think youve got the best of me
You think you won
Misread my vulnerability
Ive got your walls
Now get the hell away from me
Ive learned your art
Wont let you unnerve me
Wont let you control me
The truth will only free me
And your lies wont hurt no
No more
Chorus
Lie lie
Ive got
Your walls
Now get the hell away from me
I learned your art
Wont let you unnerve me
Wont let you control me
The truth will only free me
And your lies wont hurt no
No more
Dear Lie - TLC
Sunday, May 31, 2009
You Are Everything To Me
I have this video I want to share with you; it’s about love of course. I didn’t choose to translate it word for word because doing that literally would lose its meaning. This song called Ikaw Ang Lahat Sa Akin (You are Everything to Me) is a Filipino Modern classic. It’s sung over and over in different styles by different artists but the message is still the same.
“Love in any language straight from the heart, put it all together, never apart” Sandi Patti, oh how I wish I could show the emotion this song has, how deep and heartfelt it is, given the circumstance of a love like Romeo and Juliet, where there is no life to live if you can’t be with that one special person.
I chose this version because I believe the singers’ voice is so strong, not because she’s hitting the high notes but because she sings the emotion of love when you want to scream it to the whole world of how much you love someone; and if only they could hear you and you could be given the chance to show it, and show the whole world of how great a love can be. Because the silent beat of your heart is not enough for that person, the hardly audible thump you hear of yourself needs to be heard and to be heard by an audience, whether they are a skeptic, believer or not or the hopeless romantic in frantic search of it.
The song may be in a different language but the expression through the music tells the same story of that kind of love. I don’t have to understand the language to hear to listen to the pain the song portrays. That’s what artists do right? Paint a picture, compose a song and give it meaning.
But mind you it all comes down to one love, different kinds of love based on different kinds of cultures, this is a sample of a romantic love from my Filipino culture.
I’ve embedded the song and lyrics in the Tagalog language and below that I have tried my best to translate the lyrics of the message the song is trying to tell. But like I said I did not translate it word for word I translated it just enough to give the message of the song and maybe show the viewer the pain in the other components of the work in the melody, and other expressions besides the language barrier of the type of love the song is about.
“Love in any language straight from the heart, put it all together, never apart” Sandi Patti, oh how I wish I could show the emotion this song has, how deep and heartfelt it is, given the circumstance of a love like Romeo and Juliet, where there is no life to live if you can’t be with that one special person.
I chose this version because I believe the singers’ voice is so strong, not because she’s hitting the high notes but because she sings the emotion of love when you want to scream it to the whole world of how much you love someone; and if only they could hear you and you could be given the chance to show it, and show the whole world of how great a love can be. Because the silent beat of your heart is not enough for that person, the hardly audible thump you hear of yourself needs to be heard and to be heard by an audience, whether they are a skeptic, believer or not or the hopeless romantic in frantic search of it.
The song may be in a different language but the expression through the music tells the same story of that kind of love. I don’t have to understand the language to hear to listen to the pain the song portrays. That’s what artists do right? Paint a picture, compose a song and give it meaning.
But mind you it all comes down to one love, different kinds of love based on different kinds of cultures, this is a sample of a romantic love from my Filipino culture.
I’ve embedded the song and lyrics in the Tagalog language and below that I have tried my best to translate the lyrics of the message the song is trying to tell. But like I said I did not translate it word for word I translated it just enough to give the message of the song and maybe show the viewer the pain in the other components of the work in the melody, and other expressions besides the language barrier of the type of love the song is about.
You Are Everything to Me pretty much begs the story of…..
There was a memory, a memory I will always keep with me. When I was given a chance to show you we could be and our love is stronger than others. And given that short moment against all odds, I know you will always be everything and the world to me.
We’re in a world where we cannot be together and you and I are not meant to be, so maybe in a next lifetime…I will wait, because my heart beats for you, my purpose is to love you to be by your side and take care of you and I know you love me to.
But we can never be together like that.
You can’t stop a beating heart that has a feeling and is beating for only one person, when it’s found its pair; the better half of me.
I can’t teach my heart to forget you and stop loving you when I know you’re the one for me. How do you stop a love that strong? If I can’t have you then I am destined to wait till the end of time and beyond even when the heart stops beating, this love with still exist and still wait, a love this strong will exist and keep waiting and
I will go on living with the love I have for you even you're not with me
PS
I tried my best to translate the general meaning of the song, but this is pretty much what the song is saying, in my opinion. It’s for the hopeless romantic and I know there are others out there. This translation sounds corny and cheesy but it is what it is, I just wanted to share.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Random Rant...
I was asked to write something for http://www.divatoolbox.com....awesome website btw for women all over the world dealing "real life" and being successful. I recommend this website as a go to place to find any question or inspiration you need ;P....sooo:
Here's a very general essay of an random rant for inspirational purposes of all women out there who can relate....hope you like it.
I really couldn't find a topic to write about since the topics I had to chose from were out of my league I suppose as far as the type of writing I normally do. But I chose to write about careers and work life balance, because I know it's not easy. It's not easy being a woman in a man's world, and be able to juggle all our other feminine instincts and responsibilities that go along with it.
Being a mother of 4, Iike all other mommies out there you put your kids first, their well being in sacrifice of your own and you put your husband on the pedestal to care for him...with all this going on, you end up forgetting yourself at times.
As true DIVAs here on this website I know you relate to what I mean when I say, with all these hats we wear, sometimes it's hard not to break down. But I want to send the message out that we are not alone and if we can inspire each other to put even the smallest amount of time and effort to just US we can all heed our calling and make an even bigger difference in this world. We can be our husbands' best friend and support; we can be our children's anchor and mentor and we can be who we were meant to be and touch the lives of others.
I believe there is balance even at times it's chaotic, but it only take s a few minutes like what I am doing right now to focus on who we really are, even its rushed but it’s from the heart. I am a writer, poet and artist; I am taking the time the show that we can have both a successful career and do what we are passionate about. We can achieve not only the maternal things instinctively through hard work and be the best mother and wife but we can also be the best of who we really are spiritually beyond what we thought we couldn't do. This is a very general article, and I apologize for that but my message is, find yourself and don't give up to do what you love, whatever thing that can make you complete, even when situations get hectic; there is a great personal satisfaction that we can be able to express ourselves and love unconditionally beside the obvious: our family, our obligations BUT most importantly the person you see in the mirror so when you see yourself, you can smile and tell yourself you're complete, ready to face the day and do it all over again because it's worth the effort knowing it's just you.
-Rona Aying Llanos
Here's a very general essay of an random rant for inspirational purposes of all women out there who can relate....hope you like it.
I really couldn't find a topic to write about since the topics I had to chose from were out of my league I suppose as far as the type of writing I normally do. But I chose to write about careers and work life balance, because I know it's not easy. It's not easy being a woman in a man's world, and be able to juggle all our other feminine instincts and responsibilities that go along with it.
Being a mother of 4, Iike all other mommies out there you put your kids first, their well being in sacrifice of your own and you put your husband on the pedestal to care for him...with all this going on, you end up forgetting yourself at times.
As true DIVAs here on this website I know you relate to what I mean when I say, with all these hats we wear, sometimes it's hard not to break down. But I want to send the message out that we are not alone and if we can inspire each other to put even the smallest amount of time and effort to just US we can all heed our calling and make an even bigger difference in this world. We can be our husbands' best friend and support; we can be our children's anchor and mentor and we can be who we were meant to be and touch the lives of others.
I believe there is balance even at times it's chaotic, but it only take s a few minutes like what I am doing right now to focus on who we really are, even its rushed but it’s from the heart. I am a writer, poet and artist; I am taking the time the show that we can have both a successful career and do what we are passionate about. We can achieve not only the maternal things instinctively through hard work and be the best mother and wife but we can also be the best of who we really are spiritually beyond what we thought we couldn't do. This is a very general article, and I apologize for that but my message is, find yourself and don't give up to do what you love, whatever thing that can make you complete, even when situations get hectic; there is a great personal satisfaction that we can be able to express ourselves and love unconditionally beside the obvious: our family, our obligations BUT most importantly the person you see in the mirror so when you see yourself, you can smile and tell yourself you're complete, ready to face the day and do it all over again because it's worth the effort knowing it's just you.
-Rona Aying Llanos
I just wanted to share this video
It's a remake of an older song, but I think the remake of the song deserves some credit. Honestly the whole set up of the video inspires me, i listen to it at least once a day, lol. It is a music video from a Filipino movie, the movie is typical fall in love, then climax problems=happy ending. Please just watch the video to appreciate the song =)....and don;t forget that where inspiration comes from something is produced check out my REAL work at
http://markandrona.blogspot.com
http://markandrona.blogspot.com
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Set you free
Sorry, I don't mean to just be posting videos and songs. But every artist find inspiration from other artists and that's what I've been doing these past few days. Looking at other peoples work to feel their emotion when they created something so i can feel that energy and make something of my own. Sometimes i draw a blank, and sometimes I have too much on my mind all at once that it helps to just look at others work to organize the chaotic ideas in my head. Here's a song, it's simply written but heartfelt.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Pledge of Love
I added this short scene even it's in my native language, because I was touched at the emotion the characters portrayed and how strong a love can be-against all odds. =)
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Blogger's Block...?
These days people write mostly online, they blog. I hate the idea that gone are the days where everything that was felt and thought of was created not only mentally but physically with the effort of writing it down letter by letter with your own bare hands. That the labor of love, the way an artist or a writer creates their latest work, is blogged for not the same reasons. I must be getting old, and I am having a hard time adjusting to this new technology thing. Blog is the online journal for people right? Is that what it's for or has it become a blunt marketing technique to spam ads for scams, or maybe they are legitimate, who knows I'm oblivious right now to that. I do not judge anything I don't completely understand. Have these on line journals/blogs become a mass production for cheap advertising? Maybe I am misunderstanding something.
Bloggers write for a specific purpose, each blog isn't cluttered and a writer will have different blogs for different subjects. Each specialized blog--it's like a TV commercial for dish washing soap aired in between a soap opera to get the proper audience.
Someone's personal blog written about themselves that has no appeal to the masses or have marketing value would not get attention. They should understand it could only be appreciated by them, like before the internet came along, when you would journal your thoughts for yourself only to read.
And my blog is for me, but I also want an audience to see and realize these changes and how different things are now; when everything is sent by fax and email and no one lifts a pen or a quill to carefully write down their thoughts.
And how how I will always be the hopeless romantic and think that there is nothing better than receiving a written letter on paper in ink, where the ink will change its color and fade over time and the paper will crumple and wither, the way nature intended.
I titled this entry Blogger's block because I had writer's block and I just felt like I had to rant, as if it were my personal journal; this is what my journal entry would be for the day.
Bloggers write for a specific purpose, each blog isn't cluttered and a writer will have different blogs for different subjects. Each specialized blog--it's like a TV commercial for dish washing soap aired in between a soap opera to get the proper audience.
Someone's personal blog written about themselves that has no appeal to the masses or have marketing value would not get attention. They should understand it could only be appreciated by them, like before the internet came along, when you would journal your thoughts for yourself only to read.
And my blog is for me, but I also want an audience to see and realize these changes and how different things are now; when everything is sent by fax and email and no one lifts a pen or a quill to carefully write down their thoughts.
And how how I will always be the hopeless romantic and think that there is nothing better than receiving a written letter on paper in ink, where the ink will change its color and fade over time and the paper will crumple and wither, the way nature intended.
I titled this entry Blogger's block because I had writer's block and I just felt like I had to rant, as if it were my personal journal; this is what my journal entry would be for the day.
Monday, May 4, 2009
My Mother's Day Gift!
After being married for some time now, me and my husband have given each other pretty much every material thing that you could give each other. It get's old and boring, material items like a Burberry watch, Prada suites, Dolce Gabbana dresses, Louis Vuitton shoes, Bvlgari shades, David Yurman jewelry, Fendi purses, expensive dinners, prepaid spa treatments, the latest cellphone, ipods, cars, are all just nice things given with good intentions but have no inner meaning, it's solid and tangible, like giving someone a blank cd, shiny, but it doesn't have the songs to fill the heart and soul with.
Although, I think they are all pretty, and I do enjoy luxury but it is shallow. True love cannot be bought. Material presents even wrapped in the prettiest Tiffany box with the fancy silk ribbon and all, does not express love or show how passionate and appreciative someone can be for another.
So, as a couple, partners and lovers in life, together through the good and bad times, we vowed to each other as a new year's resolution every time an occasion came along we would never spend any money on each others gifts. Ok, not any money cause that might be impossible if you had to buy paper or something but if we did have to spend money $10 is the limit. Our creativity is the labor of love.
Like I always say, there is nothing better than receiving a handmade card or a real handwritten letter instead of an email of facsimile. Kindred Spirits we are: here is my Mother's Day gift, my husband made for me and for the world to see what our love is about. There is unselfishness, peace, serenity and contentment and true happiness between us even behind the closed doors.
In dedication to making our new year's resolution here's some proof!
MY HUSBAND WANTED TO ADD THIS SIDE NOTE: The original video was removed to avoid any copyright issues of the original song meant for this video collage. It is viewable
HERE!
Although, I think they are all pretty, and I do enjoy luxury but it is shallow. True love cannot be bought. Material presents even wrapped in the prettiest Tiffany box with the fancy silk ribbon and all, does not express love or show how passionate and appreciative someone can be for another.
So, as a couple, partners and lovers in life, together through the good and bad times, we vowed to each other as a new year's resolution every time an occasion came along we would never spend any money on each others gifts. Ok, not any money cause that might be impossible if you had to buy paper or something but if we did have to spend money $10 is the limit. Our creativity is the labor of love.
Like I always say, there is nothing better than receiving a handmade card or a real handwritten letter instead of an email of facsimile. Kindred Spirits we are: here is my Mother's Day gift, my husband made for me and for the world to see what our love is about. There is unselfishness, peace, serenity and contentment and true happiness between us even behind the closed doors.
In dedication to making our new year's resolution here's some proof!
MY HUSBAND WANTED TO ADD THIS SIDE NOTE: The original video was removed to avoid any copyright issues of the original song meant for this video collage. It is viewable
HERE!
Monday, April 27, 2009
Wedding Video
Ok guys, I know it's a little late but my husband finally found the time to condense our wedding video into one nice 3 min song, our theme song "Nothing's Gonna Change My Love for You."
Hope you guys enjoy it. =)
mark and rona's wedding
Hope you guys enjoy it. =)
mark and rona's wedding
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Goodbye World of WarCraft
I have officially decided to stop playing World of Warcraft. This game can take on a life on its own once you get hooked and I admit I was addicted. I played to be the best priest with the best gear, the most pvp kills, the highest healing bonus and to accomplish as many achievements as possible. Moonbery Jenkins The Explorer will now put her War Mace of Unrequited Love (what a lovely name for a weapon) down.
And how does one quit this glorious addicting game cold turkey? I have to tell myself that I have achieved my personal goal for the game. I have leveled from 1-80 on my main character; and I am at the point where I cannot devote anymore time to participate in raids that require space in my real life to do list agenda. I used World of Warcraft as a distraction before, a distraction from taking my mind off of the stresses of work instead of going to PT's Pub and drinking. I played World of Warcraft so I could stay home with the kids while they were babies and I was able to be beside them on the bed as a played, I would have them fall asleep on my lap with my legs crossed Indian style as I played main healer in Karazhan BC times.
At this point ask me anything about the game I know it. From holding my own guild to being officer to being a nomad I played, and at times I played hours after hours mastering the game and my character talents. When away from the game I look forward to logging on and playing with my virtual friends, my guildies and buddies that I dungeon and quest with, or even to do something as mind numbing as fishing.
I am leaving Moonbery, still mediocre, but efficient enough to heal most end game dungeons and activities.
But as the saying goes: goodbye's aren't forever, I'm still keeping my account. I will be disabling it by not paying the monthly dues for now, because the next expansion when it does come out, might be too tempting for me NOT to be able to take on where I left off on my level 80 belf priest, till then game over.
"For the Horde!"
And how does one quit this glorious addicting game cold turkey? I have to tell myself that I have achieved my personal goal for the game. I have leveled from 1-80 on my main character; and I am at the point where I cannot devote anymore time to participate in raids that require space in my real life to do list agenda. I used World of Warcraft as a distraction before, a distraction from taking my mind off of the stresses of work instead of going to PT's Pub and drinking. I played World of Warcraft so I could stay home with the kids while they were babies and I was able to be beside them on the bed as a played, I would have them fall asleep on my lap with my legs crossed Indian style as I played main healer in Karazhan BC times.
At this point ask me anything about the game I know it. From holding my own guild to being officer to being a nomad I played, and at times I played hours after hours mastering the game and my character talents. When away from the game I look forward to logging on and playing with my virtual friends, my guildies and buddies that I dungeon and quest with, or even to do something as mind numbing as fishing.
I am leaving Moonbery, still mediocre, but efficient enough to heal most end game dungeons and activities.
But as the saying goes: goodbye's aren't forever, I'm still keeping my account. I will be disabling it by not paying the monthly dues for now, because the next expansion when it does come out, might be too tempting for me NOT to be able to take on where I left off on my level 80 belf priest, till then game over.
"For the Horde!"
Monday, April 20, 2009
Beautiful Song!
Srry I know it's more about Twilight but with out knowing the movie I would not have discovered this artist and this beautiful song. So just don't think and listen and enjoy. I mean don't even watch the video just close your eyes and feel the song. Please, to appreciate it!
Flightless Bird - Iron & Wine
Flightless Bird - Iron & Wine
Saturday, April 18, 2009
A Foot Print In my Life.
WARNING BEFORE YOU READ AND JUDGE THIS: This is an excerpt of a very long story, my first novel in the makes…I made this piece vague purposely for my benefit so I can be flexible as I finish the manuscript. This is RAW AND UNEDITED work so bear with me.
I was walking behind a procession of students. I am one of them, wearing a white collared short sleeve button down shirt and a black pleated skirt that hung below my knees. This must be some sort of field trip. Through the long procession of students I can see familiar faces, all are my classmates from high school, most are my close friends, but they all seem to be walking too far ahead of me to notice my presence.
We passed by an old canteen, familiar to me during my high school days; I guess the school hasn’t changed much since I was last here. I could smell freshly made steamed rice as if it was carefully cooked with the essence of pandan leaves, the floors were covered with bottle caps of different sorts, from Rc Cola to Sarsi , Royal True Orange and of course Coke. The lunch tables were covered with plastic table cloths that is pretty much tarp like, just colored with floral accents. The tables are stained and greasy; the feast must be over and we’re heading to the main event, the reason for the feast. I’ve concluded this procession I’m following isn’t destined to lead me to a social gathering centered on eating.
I tried to walk faster and pick up the pace to catch up with the others, I really wanted to say hi to my long lost friends, I have so many questions to ask, I wanted to know how they were doing. I can’t seem to catch up, why am I chasing them? Don’t they see me? I always stick out in a crowd being the palest and shortest, my racial features can deceive anyone, and in a crowd full of olive skinned Filipinos that looked more Spanish, Indonesian and Malay, I look like a clash between a Japanese geisha with the super white skin to a female version of Jackie Chan with my Cantonese features. I’m in my hometown now, in Cavite City in the Philippines, I should be easy to spot as an eyesore. Maybe I should scream to them, but nothing comes out. I get a sudden rush and urgency to run and chase after them, but my feet seem to be planted in one spot and all I can do is watch them walk away. And that’s when he grabs my arm from behind.
I turn around and I am face to face with this 6 foot tall guy. He has beautiful olive Guamanian skin, thick curly hair combed neatly back and dark brown almond shaped eyes, luscious thick lips both top and bottom, so kissable. I’m frozen where I stand.
“How are you?” he was looking at me closely penetrating my guards, but that’s how our relationship always was, deep and intense. He could just be trying to converse casually and was just looking for an answer to his small talk. I started to feel hot, forgetting everything else around me. “Well, what a nice surprise, I’m good. So, I take it you haven’t fallen off of the edge of the earth after all.” I might have had more sarcasm in my tone than I’d wish to let him hear, but I had to keep my guard or what’s left of it, if he hadn’t already seen through me. The History of our love was ended with a lot of open ends that were just abandoned. “So, where have you been?” I managed to pick my thoughts back to reality and compose myself. “I’ve always been here, Ma.”
Ma. What is he trying to do to me? We were supposed to be over, and any reconciling meet with him like this is supposed to be at a superficial acquaintance level. Ma, that was the pet name he used to called me, and I liked it. The last time he or anyone has called me that was over 10 years ago when we had no idea I would be forced to stay away from him. I never made it to my own high school graduation because of my relationship with him, maybe my parents saw the intensity and deemed it imprudent, but they can’t stop me now, not that I would think of rekindling something from the past with him. It’s too late now. But I always did wonder if he suffered as much as I did during the break up, and did he still find me as desirable as before? Well, I shouldn’t waste any more time pondering, now is my chance to get some answers.
We were staring at each other’s eyes like there was an invisible chain that linked us together trying to yank open our thoughts and entwine them. It looked like he was waiting for me to say something, but what could he possibly want me to say? To ask, even? I wanted to ask, no, I didn’t want to ask, I wanted him to know what to say and what I was thinking and to tell me that after everything and all the time that has passed if he still loved me and if he loved me the most. I do love selfishly.
We just started walking together falling behind with the rest of the group and ended up standing in front of a large square fountain filled with water and lily pods. The water looked clean, but nothing out of the ordinary little fish ponds, I’d seen one too many of these in other people’s houses. This must be another improvement they are adding to this school, the cause for celebration of course. An older lady came up to me and handed me green seeds, they looked more like air gun pellets, and she told me to “throw theses across the fountain and this will complete the opening of our latest addition in the science department.” Okay, okay, I thought, still feeling the presence of him standing right beside me that I could hear him breathe. I can sense the warmth of his body. Okay, focus; throw the seeds in the pond, simple enough.
As everyone threw their little pebbles into the pond, I noticed tadpoles swimming in the water and more to quickly they turned into frogs, hopping happily from lily pad to lily pad and just swimming around like there isn’t a care in the world, like they have no predators and nothing can inconvenience or harm them in their artificial habitat, what lucky frogs. Suddenly in a new feeling of awareness of his presence I became self conscious again and turned to look at him.
“Are you staying here long or are you going to run away from me again?” he asked. I sensed a hint of worry in his tone that maybe I might leave too soon for him to say what he has to say. I was dumbfounded for an answer to such a simple question, to me at least, the answer wouldn’t be easy.
I wanted to ask him why didn’t he fight for me and take me away with him. I wanted to know why was it so easy for him to just let me leave when my parents exiled me away from him. If he had loved me enough to turn his back on his friends, and even his family just to be able to be with me, why didn’t he fight for me, to keep us together, for us? In our relationship he gave me the freedom to live a normal life with my friends and to continue as a normal teenager while he suffered. I made nothing easy or normal for him during this time that I was his world, where the possession of my love for him seemed to be all he needed to keep going, and the short times we had to ourselves was a love of so many great loves combined. We thought alike, we adored each other and we were both physically drawn to each other.
With the thoughts flashbacking through my mind I recalled our first kiss.
“I’m going to kiss you.” He was sitting beside me in the bus on a fieldtrip we had to some planetarium in Manila when he whispered those words to my right ear. I didn’t know what to say, we were drawn to each other, or I was drawn to him and with his statement I was numb and waiting for it to happen. I wanted it to happen, I wanted to know what it would feel like to kiss him and be that close to him. Without waiting for me to answer or turn around to face him he gently kissed me on the right side of my mouth. It smelled like vanilla but felt like honey and I wanted more. “You didn’t slap me, that means it’s ok, right?” That wasn’t a question; even so, the answer was inevitable. I was now looking at him and he slowly gave me a peck on the lips. I looked away only to turn around too quickly and without thinking I met his lips willingly and kissed him back, and the kisses were sweeter than honey, they were lingering and hard, his vanilla scent made me feel heady and at that moment I didn’t care who was watching or if the catholic nuns in the bus with us were watching, or if I was going to get suspended for this behavior. It would be worth it. Why didn’t the nuns teach me that heaven was right beside me? Or is my version of heaven just too sinful, that it got vetoed in the sacred scriptures.
Here I am face to face with this guy I was in love with whom once we shared a very passionate love together. He bent over to give me a quick peck on the lips; they felt the same, soft, warm and sweet. “So where’s your wife?” I had to speak to break the spell I was falling into. “Uh, we’re not really married. You know how it is.” He stepped back and shrugged.
Our love was the kind of love that was intense. We couldn’t live or breathe without each other and everything was beautiful for as long as we saw them together, a pile of dung would look beautiful as long as we saw it together, to say the extreme. Like all great and intense loves it ended quickly. Of course love like these doesn’t end by falling out of love or loss of interest, it ends brutally with force, but ours didn’t end in the unthinkable, obviously we’re still alive and breathing, just rough enough for immense sorrow that once sank me into a very deep depression phase.
I couldn’t believe I was standing beside him again, after all these years. “Come with me.” He asked almost pleading as he cradled my left hand in between both of his. And I knew what he meant by that was more than a walk in the park or a cup of coffee. “I can’t.” I managed to say, but it was tempting, I was feeling high off of the warmth of his touch and the view of his presence, imagining what it would feel like to throw myself in his arms again and just let time stand still so I can stay with him…holding him would feel so good right now. “But, what about your wife?” I asked as I snapped myself out of the trance I was sinking deeper into. “Would you stop saying that? I finally have you here, it’s you, you’re here standing in front of me, you were always the love of my life, and if me standing next to you is a dream, then I don’t want to wake up. We can take off where we left off. ”
“But you..” I couldn’t think straight, I did not know what to say. I was torn between emotion and logic. I felt my voice drift till everything was muted, the surroundings blackened around me and his presence drifted away and my eyes opened.
--Rona Aying Llanos
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Intimacy
Intimacy, this does not mean actions beyond PG13 but it is possible, just not on this entry. I wanted to write about how I write at a personal level and how my husband Mark writes at a personal level but in his own way because he can put himself in the shoes of the person with such emotion. I write what I personally feel, he writes what he thinks you feel.
I've been looking and observing other poetry websites and there are a lot of good writers out there with their own style and twists on their creativity, too many of them I should say. It scares me to realize my voice will never get heard in the midst of all these brilliant minds that shine brighter than mine, but I will do my best to be heard and keep a flicker of my creation up because, like all the artists out there, we are hungry and struggling to survive.
I was once told that two poets can never be together, actually that was from a fortune cookie I had opened once when I was 14. I was dating a brilliant mind and he wrote deep poetry and of course this won my heart. Needless to say the fortune cookie was right, we did not make it, there was too much emotion that it clashed, exploded and evaporated.
The intimacy I have with my work now has more balance, although sometimes it tends to boil over, raw, and or over baked but always edible. It comes from my heart, deep in its' darkest corners where pain is hidden subconsciously and out through the luminescence where there is happiness that shines.
Mark and I are kindred spirits when it comes to our work but in a way we contrast just enough to maintain the balance of the yin and yang and the chi and zen of things. Yea, I like that.
Intimacy of being so close to think alike in depth of strong emotions, to feel it, live it and write it, that are real in this world is surreal. And I want to express that possibility and make it happen.
I've been looking and observing other poetry websites and there are a lot of good writers out there with their own style and twists on their creativity, too many of them I should say. It scares me to realize my voice will never get heard in the midst of all these brilliant minds that shine brighter than mine, but I will do my best to be heard and keep a flicker of my creation up because, like all the artists out there, we are hungry and struggling to survive.
I was once told that two poets can never be together, actually that was from a fortune cookie I had opened once when I was 14. I was dating a brilliant mind and he wrote deep poetry and of course this won my heart. Needless to say the fortune cookie was right, we did not make it, there was too much emotion that it clashed, exploded and evaporated.
The intimacy I have with my work now has more balance, although sometimes it tends to boil over, raw, and or over baked but always edible. It comes from my heart, deep in its' darkest corners where pain is hidden subconsciously and out through the luminescence where there is happiness that shines.
Mark and I are kindred spirits when it comes to our work but in a way we contrast just enough to maintain the balance of the yin and yang and the chi and zen of things. Yea, I like that.
Intimacy of being so close to think alike in depth of strong emotions, to feel it, live it and write it, that are real in this world is surreal. And I want to express that possibility and make it happen.
MIracle Impromptu
every now and then
a miracle happens
when a caterpillar becomes a butterfly
when a star shoots from the sky
in an eclipse the moon covers the sun
and a baby is formed in a mothers' womb
death is fought the same time a new life exists
the way love is found in someone's first kiss
a miracle happens
when a caterpillar becomes a butterfly
when a star shoots from the sky
in an eclipse the moon covers the sun
and a baby is formed in a mothers' womb
death is fought the same time a new life exists
the way love is found in someone's first kiss
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Scatterbrained me....
Ok, so I think I'm finally getting the hang of the Twitter thing, I think it can be of advantage in the aspect of you can really get yourself out there and be followed and follow other people and yada-yada-yada....I always have too many things going on in my head. So right now, I am ranting about how I can not commit to anything, I don't even know if I can commit to this blog, I have tons of unfinished journals, manuscripts, art projects and that's to say the least! I have soo many ideas of business plans in my head and all I really need to do is commit to put the time and sit down to write it all down. OMG! At least I stay committed to my husband but then that's different its loyalty because both me and my husband know neither of us can commit to anything and that's why we understand each other so much that we are compatible. So back to what I was saying twitter, I wish more of my friends would go on it because now I have to check twitter and then friendster and then myspace for thier messages, if it weren't bad enough to have yahoo email and a cellphone that I can hardly keep track of cause my battery is always dead because I forget to charge it ( I can't commit to plug my phone back to life in every other day) Ok, back on track....I meant to post one of my poems just to see what you guys think.
A little background about tis piece is that its old, obviously. It was created during the time of my first husband and our reconcillation: Let me know what you think.
Slowly you came back to me,
After I thought we would never be,
August of 1999 we fell apart,
My heart treid to mend but still torn apart,
September still growing far from each other,
But at the end of the month we started drifting towards each other,
October you were faithful and true,
We went to Lake Mead and enjoyed the view,
November a new month that brought us our son,
December the end towards the beginning of a new year,
And now the gap between u is gone.
Rona
A little background about tis piece is that its old, obviously. It was created during the time of my first husband and our reconcillation: Let me know what you think.
Slowly you came back to me,
After I thought we would never be,
August of 1999 we fell apart,
My heart treid to mend but still torn apart,
September still growing far from each other,
But at the end of the month we started drifting towards each other,
October you were faithful and true,
We went to Lake Mead and enjoyed the view,
November a new month that brought us our son,
December the end towards the beginning of a new year,
And now the gap between u is gone.
Rona
Monday, March 23, 2009
I finally Watched the movie TWILIGHT!
Ok I finally get what all the hype was about the movie Twilight. Don't hate me for what I am about to say but i was very skeptic and I never saw the movie or even intended to waste any time going to the movies to watch this. I did not understand why everyone said they would watch it again, and are going through some sort of Twilight addiction and withdrawal. It's just a movie, what's the big deal, it can wait.
So, the movie Twilight finally became available on iTunes and I purchased it, watched it, and watched it again. The movie is about unconditional, inconvenient love. It's definitely a chick flick, but the relationship that the two main characters have is just so real in emotions. The love Edward has for Bella is the type of love every girl wishes their man or some guy would give them. That makes the movie addicting and desirable, the fact that it contains the element of the type of love we all want to have or have given but never was reciprocated.
This Edward character is an undead, handsome and intelligent guy, I mean what else do you expect from someone having so many years his belt. With that being said, over all the movie is cleverly written, it's true and ideal to real life but non fictional to a point it keeps this gothic mystery feel to feed the imagination. It's definitely worthy to read the anthology that Stephenie Meyer wrote starting with Twilight and on to the forth book. Anyone that has seen Twilight has to know what happens next to these two star crossed lovers, I know I do!
So, the movie Twilight finally became available on iTunes and I purchased it, watched it, and watched it again. The movie is about unconditional, inconvenient love. It's definitely a chick flick, but the relationship that the two main characters have is just so real in emotions. The love Edward has for Bella is the type of love every girl wishes their man or some guy would give them. That makes the movie addicting and desirable, the fact that it contains the element of the type of love we all want to have or have given but never was reciprocated.
This Edward character is an undead, handsome and intelligent guy, I mean what else do you expect from someone having so many years his belt. With that being said, over all the movie is cleverly written, it's true and ideal to real life but non fictional to a point it keeps this gothic mystery feel to feed the imagination. It's definitely worthy to read the anthology that Stephenie Meyer wrote starting with Twilight and on to the forth book. Anyone that has seen Twilight has to know what happens next to these two star crossed lovers, I know I do!
Sunday, March 22, 2009
There's just no privacy anymore.
With technology these days between being available to everyone 24/7 by means of the cellphone and instant messaging, we're all doctors and all important, or are we? At the same time, it's easy to know who we are, where we are and what we're doing. Of course it's pretty obvious, we're all in front of the computer most of the time. When half of the time of you life is spent in your car getting to where you need to go, another quarter is spent sleeping and eating, five percent is spent living and appreciating life like reading and walking in the park-the rest is spent in front of a computer.
As if having a myspace, friendster, ebay, multiple email accounts, bank accounts, ioffer and so on and so forth to check for messages and updates now I am faced with Twitter. What is twitter? I guess its the next big thing like myspace, but I find it hard to change old habbits. It's a good concept I guess once you get all your friends into it, but who are these people following me? I guess I shouldn't complain about internet stalkers now since I just put my whole life out there, and everyone can see what I am doing and where I am at all the time everyday, all day. That's an errie thought, all day everyday someone can follow me, know what I do, know my habbits.
Its bad enough people read my thoughts because I put them out there, now I put down my entire life for someone to follow. Maybe I make a make belief life and make my life on twitter totally fictional, that should count for creativity points, at the same time I can still be a mystery. Yea, that's what I'll do.
So, this blog makes no sense, I'm just venting, and ironically I say...feel free to add me up on twitter if you chose to follow me, I will follow you to, where ever you may go. Heh Heh.
As if having a myspace, friendster, ebay, multiple email accounts, bank accounts, ioffer and so on and so forth to check for messages and updates now I am faced with Twitter. What is twitter? I guess its the next big thing like myspace, but I find it hard to change old habbits. It's a good concept I guess once you get all your friends into it, but who are these people following me? I guess I shouldn't complain about internet stalkers now since I just put my whole life out there, and everyone can see what I am doing and where I am at all the time everyday, all day. That's an errie thought, all day everyday someone can follow me, know what I do, know my habbits.
Its bad enough people read my thoughts because I put them out there, now I put down my entire life for someone to follow. Maybe I make a make belief life and make my life on twitter totally fictional, that should count for creativity points, at the same time I can still be a mystery. Yea, that's what I'll do.
So, this blog makes no sense, I'm just venting, and ironically I say...feel free to add me up on twitter if you chose to follow me, I will follow you to, where ever you may go. Heh Heh.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
My First Entry..how Cliche! lol
Sooo, as my first blog entry I am going to make an introduction.
I am still getting used to all these cool features here, and I did choose blogspot for a reason. As I conducted my research on what is the best place to start blogging I found blogspot to be reviewed as one of the top 3 at all times. So I checked out the other websites for myself and found that blogspot is the most user friendly at the same time you still can add your own html codes. Pretty much it also has the same features as the rest. And the best part, it's free! So, here I am, so far I am feeling at home already, that I have soo much in mind to write about, and soo many plans on how to make my humble space here prettier.
I am still getting used to all these cool features here, and I did choose blogspot for a reason. As I conducted my research on what is the best place to start blogging I found blogspot to be reviewed as one of the top 3 at all times. So I checked out the other websites for myself and found that blogspot is the most user friendly at the same time you still can add your own html codes. Pretty much it also has the same features as the rest. And the best part, it's free! So, here I am, so far I am feeling at home already, that I have soo much in mind to write about, and soo many plans on how to make my humble space here prettier.
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