Streams and Waterfalls

Wandering barefoot 
upon the wet rippled sand
with pointed hands
connecting stars
waiting every second

holding still breathing in
the patient gets the win
standing fine breathing out
its impossible not to doubt
the questions from within

Across the river the sky aligns
the brightest lights of the sea
now thats the dream
Im certained to see
thats where I wanna be

Beyond patterns of the tides
I am blessed with enough heights
to forsee the waves
not all can see
I dived right into the currency

Garnered the strength
to get through to the end
but the sky always decides
how the water flows and resides
should I follow where the water takes me?

Or should I endure the possibility?
faced the truth at every call
have known it all for so long
been roaming through streams
and living under waterfalls

ocean souls overflow
whenever there's a storm
plotted pursuits
from head to its roots
am I heading to another blindfall?

the waves it leaves its mark sign
before reaching the shoreline.
Must conquer a thousand miles
of roaring thunder cries
before knowing true purpose and design

so take the leap
even when it looks deep
across the river we'll see
another light shall soon rise
and we'll be the first in line


If only the sky speaks

Photo by D.G.T.
If only the sky speaks 
all of my predestined,
it would have already known
I'd follow its lead
Like God's prophets and followers
and the bible's prophesies
things kind of been revealing
Cause I find myself the feeling
of an alarming serenity
stealing every minutes
of the good sanity
that's left within me
petrified from the relief
like water,
soothing as I grip
but promptly it slips
in the spaces of my fingertips
unable to control
this disbelief
causing droplets of tears
from the fears
I've been working so hard to conceal.

If not send me the courage
of the little prince.
give me a sign
that not all stars
are meant to be align
help me ascertain
the real ones
I have missed
cause if only the sky speaks
I'll plead from the deck
of my subsequent
we're here for a split sec
so little days to know
every miniscule
of every kind
we think we have all the time
but all it takes
is a matter of words
to knock my anxieties
every time asked
if I am fine
so I try to hide
as if its going to stop time

but i know
It all comes and goes
like how the waves
hits the shore
all designed
to remind
its okay not to be alright sometimes.
Perhaps here in June
there may still be something new
cause when you are alive
what else can be an overdue?
All these bruises
they're all proofs
earth has no sorrow
heaven can't fix
a reminder that tomorrow
comes with healing
but still...
if only
the sky
- Divine

Children of the Golden Universe

Photo by: D.G.T
Vast material universe
A definite matter at a given time.
I'm just a dot reflecting
from all the things I did as part of humankind

Over the years of life's existence
How did we deserve to inherit so much dominance?
You did more than just sustain us
From the animals, plants, skies, and the seas
all these resources you made to make our life at ease

But what have we done to all of these?
Our world is filled with so much destruction,
everything that I now see
is suffering from global annihilation

Our ways may not be that grand
but there is wonders in one helping hand
we were once mold in one singularity
and that energy still lives within me

From the smallest creature to the giant sun
I am part of this massive kingdom
so I will listen to each harmony and rhythm
whose meant for something each second of every season

Here-and-now and life with God-here-after
my soul gratifies in a whispered prayer
please forgive our shameful demeanors
and take good care of our future generations

So live life according to its purpose and reason
look at the world with beauty and its being diverse
as stewards of God, nurture the world with your labors
for we are the children of the golden universe.

One’s genuine kiss

Poetry inspired art: The Lovers II, 1928 by Rene Margritte
A vast incredible gift of sense
of knowing how someone's presence
could change your point of viewing.

A gift, that is absolutely magical
yet deceitful and overwhelming
brought by the image of common love
predictable and unmysterious

Blinded by what we see,
untrue to what we need.
Life's too short to forget and miss
the true feeling of one's genuine kiss.
The Lovers II, 1928 by Rene Margritte
Poem by Divine

I still want it…

Photo by D.G.T

Hard breaths

beginning from now

and every morning

I know its tiring

from all the things

that can make or break me

but I am still dreaming

cause I still want it

still have a vision even for a sweet uncertain end

but I’m in danger

there’s no room for another stagnation

must not surrender

cause this pain is my teacher

I never wanted to meet her any sec

Not prepared for the comming days

and her unpleasant ways

but as I have come to see the face

of the one who caused this strength to break,

She kissed me trauma,

embraced me shame,

and introduced me

to someone who was willing to dig up a diamond

in the midst of this unending rain…


Tuesdays with Morrie review – finding a different way of discernment

Review by Divine Grace Tapiz

Detachment doesn’t mean you don’t let experience penetrate you, on the contrary, you let it penetrate you fully. Take any emotion. If you hold back on the emotions, if you don’t let things to go all the way through, then you can never get to being detached. You’re too busy being afraid. You’re afraid of […]

Tuesdays with Morrie review – finding a different way of discernment

May 29, a lovely night

May 29

What a lovely night

watching friends reunion with a friend

with bottle of sojus and wine by the bed

A celebration dedicated for good times like this

which I never wanted to end.

Instantly emulsified

by the 3 highlighted lines

slowly revealing in front of my eyes

As it boldly intensifies

these poor useless hands

quite desperate for another chance

for these numbers which I never want to bother another glance.

Sky darkens

In the heights of my dreams,

feeling hopeless

unsure of the courage and the depths

I can still use

from this unidentified strength.

what a way to end

May 29

still a lovely night

A wake up call the world

decides for me to take.


Photo and poem by Divine Grace Tapiz