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Child’s Prayer by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/8/2007

Lord, make my day happy and gay
Send your blessings wherever I maybe
Protect me every moment of the day
Let me share your blessings to everyone I see

Lord, I pray for your guidance today
Let me use my alert mind while I study
Give me strong and healthy body while I play
And bless my family while I am away

Lord, let all the children like me
Become inspiration to every family
May your presence be felt through me
That we all live in love from day to day

Full watch by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/7/2007

Decisive and direct in providing tempered proximities
Commercially enticing for fun and compromises
Resounding but resentful as if joyful adversaries
Wakeup, dream not from that false protégés
Drugs and alcohol amplify false promises

Your smile by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/6/2007

Your smile make the world go round
Like in a carrousel we took around
People like children at play with love
Bloom like red balloons above

Your smile lit the neon light
Brighten up the darkest night
Color my life with your smile
Each day, let’s be in love!

Z-Enigma by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/26/2007

The forest laved yet dark and barren
She sat alone pondering
While there was sparkling light
There’s no assurance of her getting out
Lost? No, there was humming
She felt the pain, scorching like wound
And, lightning, the lightning was blazing
A loud shout was heard, heard echoing!

Love versus Passion by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/26/2007

At a certain point in every person's amours,
the question arises:
'Am I in love, or am I merely inflamed by passion? '
It is a disturbing question.
Almost nobody can arrive at so simple answer.
'Love' is used loosely by writers, and they know it.
'Love' is accepted loosely by readers and they know it.
The utter shame of this situation breaks your spirit and
you lay down your pen, light up a cigarette,
and pace up and down the room.
This vexing disbelief in one's own illusion of love
is experienced most alarmingly
by persons of literary inclinations.
The medical profession recognizes two distinct types of men
who fall into this: first, the type that believes that to love
a woman is no to desire her; second, the type that believes that
to desire a woman is not to love her.
With that, the medical profession rests.
The fact of the matter is, it's very difficult
to tell love from passion.
My advice to anyone who doesn't feel sure
of the difference between the two is
either to give them both up
or quit trying to split hairs

(With reference from E. White and James Thurber in Is Sex Necessary?)

The Pagatpat tree in Taguilon seashore by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/25/2007

When I think of this Pagatpat tree,
It reminds me of how amazing this tree is.
The Pagatpat tree in Taguilon seashore.
Look, sailors would come and go
slinging their nooses under its dwarfed trunk
to make their boats anchor under its hold.
At times, when a typhoon challenges its grip;
It proves stronger for it remains atop
without moving an inch from where it stands.
Seasons would bring further challenge
when the rains, wind and thunder advance to its limit,
yet it beams unharmed; never seen breaking nor leaning.
Its charmed life remains as manifested by the presence
of the birds during the day and bats during the night.
Vigilant sailors would sometimes notice how
its shadow refolds to a creepy stature
when the moon hovers above it and bats fly overhead.
Colonies of fire flies further mystify its existence.
One time, while passing under its shade, I saw
its trunk hole got bigger and wider.
We hid there not once but twice when a heavy rain
caught us while playing on the shore one time.
I mustered to ask a question, “What’s your secret?”
I’m not certain but my skin hairs were all standing.
Ten years have passed when I visited the place,
It remains standing and seen visibly stronger.
Out of curiosity, I visited the tree once more.
Since nobody was on sight, I bothered to ask this again:
“Perhaps, you can whisper to me the secret of your charmed life?”
I felt the cool breeze intensified by a lengthy buzzing of the wind.
The flapping of wings and the continuous scary howling followed.
A momentum, wondering and whimsically alluding.

Remember (Inspirational song) by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/23/2007

Walk with me and stay with me forever
Take my hand I’ll show the way and answer
To the place of happiness forever with the father

Don’t be afraid ‘cause we will be together
I’m the way, the truth, the life have no fear
We’ll find the way to happiness forever with the father

It’s me who offer, take the yoke and carry it with me
For life is empty if you hear me calling yet you doubt
Yes, life is empty if you hear me calling and you doubt

Look here I am waiting… dear
(Walk with me and stay with me forever)

*Dedicated to the CCPSI and MSH-CMAFI students

X-Diary entry (Wishful thinking) by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/21/2007

A week before Christmas in 2005
I visited a friend who’s under
provision for a case
he was incarcerated.
Right after I got out from his cell
I couldn’t help myself but wonder
if he could sustain his situation, the heat,
and the isolation. Not to mention the pain
and loneliness and the agony of lengthy
case trials. Can he bear the pain?

That in mind, I brought the thought home.

Came the morning of December 24
Our neighbor was cleaning his fish bowl.
He got rid of its smell after he lost
the pair of golden carp in it.
Since he got one left
He decided to put it in their pond

What I saw brought my friend to mind

It’s a worthwhile experience
Watching the golden carp freed
from that glass bowl to the pond.
You can see her flip, twirl
and far, far, she deeply swam.
I could almost hear
her heart throbbing, palpitating
and gasping to its limit.
Happy, happy, there she went flipping.
But would it not be happier
if she was allowed to join the other fishes
on the river?
If I own that fish,
She wouldn’t only be happy.
There on the river
She’ll be happier and free

If I only have my way, this Christmas, he'll be free .

Realization by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/21/2007

When will we ever learn?

We’ve been hearing words
loud, very loud and sometimes cursing
In a dead night haplessly intimidating
Humiliating, indeed, yet it’s on going
Will there be no end?
Shouldn’t they be feeling tired at least
It’s obviously difficult
For they made walls out of their voice
Distance out of fear
Pity, what a piety
How hard it is to be subsumed by anger
They should have tried listening to their hearts
Now that they’re into the brink
of falling out of love
For their hearts would make a good bridge
Connecting pointless gaps
Especially, since they made once
a promise to love.

Well, it’s true
If steel’s greatest enemy is its rust
For man, his lost pride!

Saving Jocelyn by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/20/2007

The crickets’ haze heard and resounding
On that moonless night inside the cabin
While the countryside is celebrating
Here, she got a pillow, subbing, forbidden

Is it necessary to seclude and be forsaken?
You had it twice and it felt uncompromising
Melancholy wouldn’t give anything to gain
Prove him wrong, he’s not worth crying

In a day or two, this scenario will surely change
Don’t allow his caprices control or consume you
If you do, will it help resolve and untangle the pain?
Make it even, he doesn’t deserve you, let him go

It’s good to have him punished, yes, oh, I know
Is castigating him will make you tough and supreme?
Let go of his whim, his bully won’t make you grow
Get out, play his game; it’s nice to watch him scream

Haiku 6 (Meditation) by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/20/2007

Before the life-giving sun touches the horizon
And the pride of lions reprieve towards the hill
The silence of my heart echoes in solemn prayer

Haiku 7 (Hope) by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/20/2007

While the angels happily chorus in unison
The trumpet of life sings joyful salvation
Freedom, there’s freedom for the mournful

Haiku 8 (Moral View) by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/20/2007

Material possession begets worthless passion
Like worldliness ushers distrust or destruction
Love amplifies values and joyful compassion

That Adieu is missing you by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/18/2007

Watching you bid the illusive goodbye
With the warmth of your loving embrace
Which are as flitting as the days go by
That moment touches my heart in solemn grace

One thing I won’t forget is your memory that isn’t fading
We hate to say goodbye but beg an impulsive adieu
Encapsulates the pain in our hearts so uncompromising
All days reckoning, I know, that adieu means missing you

Hypothalamus bubbles by Edgar Rendon Eslit

9/13/2007

Wandering along the coastline of the stretching boulevard
The Sun is totally out and the horizon mourns and bleeding
Now hoarding leaves of shelving memories as lone reward
Of the bygone moments and the promises unwinding

Time is precious and bold yet cleverly vicious and flitting
Let go, don’t stay, are words remain so uncompromising
The profoundest apology lamentably toward imposing
Of your final words bidding goodbye but without saying

Darn inept and confused feelings in solitary confinement
Emotions tamping, regaling the solitude of the calm night
Your wisher, illuminating along the dreaded lonely moment
Of this innocent heart madly in love with you be it day or night

Question that wakes by Edgar Rendon Eslit

8/31/2007

Decapitations over the left extremity never go extreme
Puss sizzles on gauze while blood splatters tight under
All these we can bear but then when she asked us:
What’s the point of living when you can’t feel alive?
It brought the transient silence to decadence of tears
Never thought such question is Luz’s looming farewell.

Lovers’ Code (crack the word) by Edgar Rendon Eslit

8/30/2007

We sat there

Trivia 101 by Edgar Rendon Eslit

8/24/2007

Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye…
It’s not the component or TV
Neither PC nor DVD
Sorry but they’re all passé
Cell phone is today’s technology

Moment like that by Edgar Rendon Eslit

8/23/2007

She smiles probably without intention
We’re both strangers inside the pier
Waiting for the boat’s embarkation
Moments later, we hold hands together

Richer, Stronger and Happier by Edgar Rendon Eslit

8/21/2007

(Soup for the mortal souls)

…because I value life more than my possessions
I never wish to wake up on top of the gold bullions

…because I treasure my friends as family of my own
I find distance as isolation but never as division

…because I don’t entertain rumors
I find ways get away with misdemeanors

…because I take good care of the words I speak
I can’t afford to play double meaning for tricks

…because I learn from my mistakes, I gain values
I share my ideas; I never impose

…because I know how to appreciate defeat
I have my own weakness, I’m not perfect

…because I can afford to smile even if I’m sad
I smile; its impulse echoes transient blessing

…because I’m doing what I love and
I love what I am doing

…because I don’t question what is possible
I’m contend that everything is beautiful

…because I face my problem head-on
I won’t retire without its solution

…because I know life is full of obstacles
I am willing to adjust and repeat if I fall

…because I don’t pray to God to gain more
I ask for strength for me to endure