The Literary Bumpkin's Blog

Some people are content of just having this one thing-- Someone :) SOMEONE simple yet brave enough to hold Your hand before the watching eyes of judgmental people.  SOMEONE who can withstand with other people's taunts  and standards for love's sake. SOMEONE who doesn't care about the shits people might think. SOMEONE whose conscience is bound by Gods word  and not by other people's preference. SOMEONE who lives not for the approval of others, but for the approval of God. SOMEONE who does not pretend to people  the real score of her feelings SOMEONE who is not like those who leave you hanging in the storm and only return when the rain subsides SOMEONE who is really proud of you in a more real sense. It is so tiresome to place yourself in a boat where two people are paddling at opposing ends. 

To Miss Rowena Cedo: 1:54AM That solemn hours of the day where the hopeful sunset hadn't yet poured its rays beneath the nervous clouds. I was there in the heights of the sky numbering every celestial white that flies. Beheld the world below so tiny, so impoverished as my chance to have you. 3:00AM Til the plane condescended down so was my confidence badly waning down. I wandered along the exits of NAIA looking for a safer ride the same way my gloomy heart roamed for your loving sight. I had met charlatans on the road and vampires were there ere the daylight in its silence broke. I managed still to journey towards Lucena. Rode the bus standing. Uncomfortable. Depicted quite much my unpreparedness. 5:00AM There at the wake of the night where the anxious moon leveled the Sun as it dawned. The former was surpassed as my inner feeling went for soon i would glance her at last. 5:30AM I then took the jeepney to Lipa. I stopped at the school named FAITH—absolutely reminded me of what I...

If life's been a feast and Im one of its poorest guest. . . amidst all the sumptuous dainties of delight; of all the most pleasant  dishes of life i'd be in their eyes  lesser than wise picking my all time favorite my ever-simple plain rice. with you i savor best the simplest meal on the table i take pleasure with you in the morn evening or afternoon; never fed up never weary of you... years a thousand sooner be past the banquet of dishes its tastes no more will last. . . you would forever remain  the perfect mate of life's every day meal.

Our love-story  was a  paper  in grime before the burnin' flame of time their ashes flew they're gone— like all your  promises in the mornin dew; they are eternally undone the wind had failed us to keep thence gave us its temporal weep but only for a star to die, t'would  brighten brightest in the wake of its goodbye

Words are a tide leaving behind, parting away, goodbye, this bleakest shore—  all those wandering verses in mind I spoke words of  loudest glee in silent waters echoes verses  in the alphabet  of my reticence. my thoughts, dear penetrated deeper the whispers of my heart— bleeding poetry  as it drags  all our precious  summer days how poor indeed are the choicest words to kiss the traces of our  passing days where the suns, and ebony sky the silver stars and the rosy moons  held us up  divide us never. . . yet how rich are we to dwell in the bounty of  His grace— where our tears  and beams; our joy and pain perfectly hugs the number of our days. I heart you to the happy moons in six!  Jez

Good works involve two important concepts, namely "good" and "works". The former concept, implies at least two things--quality and standard; the latter concept denotes a phenomenon or a product. Hence, when these two terms are collocated or combined, its meaning becomes "a phenomenon whose quality is based on a standard". Therefore, the quality of good works is not relative, much less arbitrary; it is God-defined.  A question might be broached, "What then is good works, theologically?" Limme cut to the chase, any work that does not proceed from a regenerated heart or from faith, is no good work at all. To borrow the Apostle Paul's words, "What is not done in faith is SIN" (See Rom 14:23). An unbeliever, say for example, may commit charitable acts on the surface, such supposed deeds, anyhow, when considered in its entirety (including its quality, motives and purpose) drastically fall short from the "works" th...

Let me have my  abode in you— in the deepest  part of your skin,  in every grain of your being; let me cling to  your heart,  your belly,  chin, legs, hands,  and all your parts only in your death will I die keeping your blood always up high: in a word, i am eternally married with you— the day you chose to live the day you delighted to feed the hunger of your  flesh — Your Fats

If I will to take pains counting the remaining days with patient eyes, it will just run slower like a turtle moves away backward from the horse that runs forward

mourning clouds rain sunk deepest 'tis a valentine storm

Keep my heart poor As beggar that bends his knees and pleas for grace before Thy glorious door For if only in our distress We could prize Thee better then to hug the ashes of our ruins but love Thee more--- than to feast upon our wealth and forget Thee, Lord.