My Father, Friend and King...

I came across this little poem that i suspect to be a song lyric, and guess what, I was right. It's the song "Ocean Soul" by Nightwish from their album Century Child.

One more night

To bear this nightmare

What more do I have to say

Crying for me was never worth a tear

My lonely soul is only filled with fear

Long hours of loneliness

Between me and the sea

Losing emotion

Finding devotion

Should I dress in white and search the sea

As I always wished to be - one with the waves

Ocean Soul

Walking the tideline

I hear your nameIs angels whispering

Something so beautiful it hurts

Long hours of loneliness

Between me and the seaI only wished to become something beautiful

Through my music, through my silent devotion

I was kinda disappointed, after checking through their background. They held on to certain ideas in their songs that I can't readily accept. Plus their genre is "metal", not quite my taste. I was interested that song because of their poetical elements in the song "Ocean Soul". Too bad it greatly reflects the human disappointment of ever exisiting loneliness. It is such a sad song, yet true. But this is because the world has yet to experience God's love, the Love that Jesus bears to us.

The feel just came and i wrote a poem to counter the song "Ocean Soul". :P

Day by day…
By my side you would always stay…
What could I ask for,
What else could I pray?

Now I know in every tear I shed…
In every expectation unmet…
In my tears your shoulder is the one that’s drenched wet…
It doesn’t matter for what reason I was sad…
Or what I did was something bad…
Your love shines through it;
It’s your strength that I tap…

Walking alongside down the beach…
You are ever within reach…
Sometimes we may be whispering…
But I know,
Your grace is for me to sing…
If my life is a drawing,
Your love would be its paint and ink…
Through my music and praises my lips sing…
My life for you,
My Friend, Father and King…

It really makes all the difference. Experiencing God's love doesn't free us from pain and death. Rather we can embrace them with the confident that God is in control, even over them. Jesus' death on the cross has also made those who believe die along with it; Jesus' resurection from death has also made those who believe arise again, died to our sin, born into the glory of Christ.

Anyway...It's the Season of Love!!

Sometimes Cupid Can Also Bite!!

It was just a stare…
Crept in a feeling so rare…
Falling back into infatuation’s cruel lair…
This time around how well would I fare??
To God I pray a silent plea…
Could she be the one for me??
So I tread on slowly…
Around her I tried to be…
But that wasn’t at all easy…
I was shy I guess…
And almost made it a total mess…
It dented my confidence…
I am nowhere near to be a Jason!!
The Golden Fleece is out of reach…
Its defenses are too strong to breach…
By sympathy I survive the feat…
But not without the casualty of my fleets…
It was a worthless effort,
Or even a foolish run…
For it was already won by one…
My efforts are again in vain…
And I reared silently in pain…
My turn is still yet to come…
For now it is best to remain calm…
Till another Fleece is in sight…
And fight my way through to reach its side…
Oh hell, now i know…
Sometimes Cupid can also bite!!

-Bornion Crusader-

A Reflection of the Recent Yesterdays...

Standing in midst of multitude…
Thus starts a new prelude…
With some secret expectations...
I took the first step into this sticky situation…
Havoc struck well before I could find my footing…
So many qualities in me are found wanting…
A group was there in need for me to lead…
Silently inside to God I pleaded…
Please get me out of this shit!!

The group was a big real mess…
We had perverts so as muich as pests…
Nothing ever seems correct…
No solid grounds for me to tread…
Life seems to be at the gloomiest…
A little more in tears, I would burst…

But then things turn for the better…
As we get to know one other…
Things start to move and ideas flow…
We are becoming somewhat a big bang blow…
Though it turned out to be an all time low…
I think we had fun; and together had some row…
We learned to accept the good and bad…
As well as the normal and the mad…
I couldn’t be more proud and happy for them…
They gave it all and with love stood firm…

But then time flew swiftly among our midst…
Leaving the good memories behind and we are to take our leave…
So in sadness and with a little grief…
Tears soak onto our sleeves…
We parted ways, sad yet gay…
For it was a time worthy of remembrance, day after day…
How much would I give to be with them again…
Hopefully our friendship would blossom,

And never be in vain..

-Bornion Crusader-

Group Matang

"Matang Konon..."

Me, Hubert and Joshua...looks like Do-Re-Mi lorr..a somewhat cruel reminder of my heigh...*sigh* :P

You would always be my friend..

I’ve loved, and am loved…
I’ve served, and am served…
I am for the trouble worth,
And sometimes those troubles get on people’s nerve…

I’ve hated, and being hated…
After all I’m a creation, something created…
From one to hundred, you tell me how much should I be rated…
Then I shall tell you, how much you are graded…

I’m imperfect, far from any forms of perfection…
So that is why I keep doing improvisations…
I seek to make the right choice at life’s complicated interjections…
Whereby roads lead to roads; how shall I make my selections??

I’m just another person…
Prone to pain and desperation…
Yet I can bring comfort and quell dissatisfaction…
If you would trust me in every situation…

All in all…
I can’t guarantee any friends that with me they would never fall…
But I can promise that I am always there whenever they give my name a call…
And they can always trust me, above all.

I don’t know about them, but here I make my stand…
My life is for a purpose, Love till the very end…
As how God love me, that’s how I to this world was sent…
Though things didn’t come through how I wished or plan…

I wish you all the best and you would always be my friend…

-Bornion Crusader-

Killing the Mockingbird

“It’s a sin to kill the mockingbird…
When it sings its heart out”…
Ask thyself, and see if thy worthy to stand among the clouds…
Shedding of innocent blood…
Is no trip around the roundabout…

Authorities play the Hunter’s Game…
While pricking on their prey…
Thinking that birds have no feelings;
Or do they?
Birds have no rights or have any say…
Picking their spot, picking their day…
To give the bird a courteous “Go away”…

Arming their rifles, taking their aim…
Thirst has set their hearts aflame…
Pulling the trigger, the bird flew astray…
It may not die, or it may…
But it doesn’t matter to them anyway…
They have disposed the bird standing in their way…

But the bird wasn’t a foolish one…
It knows; being the special hunt…
It is different from those under the sun…
Preferring the dark and shade, it was always on the run…
Plucking on olives rather than palms…
It was deemed to bring lesser goodness but more harm…

Sometimes its voice cause people to be adrenaline pumped…
Or in the mid day heat turbulent minds calmed…
It enjoys motivating people reaching what they want…
In return asked for nothing but some bread crumbs…
Or just some sweet plums…
As a payment for what it had sung…

Those who witness the murder…
Would scream in agony on top of their lungs…
For one had mercilessly suffered…
From the ferocious back stabbing tongues…
May it be a lesson or a reminder…
People are not disposables or mere junks…

For the next time around…
You might find yourself weighted, yet lesser by a pound…
Then you’ll realize your heart is hollowed; it is nowhere to be found…
You’ve traded your heart for a bullet round…
To shoot that mockingbird out of contention, out of bounds…

-Bornion Crusader-