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I Came From A Distant Place


I Came From A Distant Place

                        I Came From A Distant Place

I came from a distant place
But that place was not for me
Even though its skies were blue
Away from there I had to go

The people there, I love them all
But the people there made me small
That’s why I became so mad
But right now for being so I’m sad

When I was young in that distant place
There were no storms, just soft breeze
There my ship began to sail
With hopes someday I’d never fail

In that place as I grow
Hard strong winds furiously blew
It’s really sad to think
That my ship – it has to sink

I knew it was so unkind
To leave my sunken ship behind
But for me it was a crossroad
Leading to my life or to my load

This new place is not like that place
You greet me here with an embrace
Tho’ my life was as dark as night
Can go through it ’cause you give me light

From this place I’ve clearly seen
The stormy sea where I have been
Thanks to you for what you give
A strong new ship for me to live

That distant place had been a part of me
And the people there I long to see
I’ll pray someday they’ll greet me warm
Forevermore, they’ll do me no harm

                                                 doroastig
                                                 sometime in mid ’75
                                                 Pigsapawan, Gov. Gen., Dvo. Or.



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A Bird’s Day’s Flight


A Bird’s Day’s Flight

                        A Bird’s Day’s Flight

I woke up to the cold breaking morn
Another exhausting day was just born
A day meant for countless little things
But I didn’t ponder, I just spread my wings

To look for a foamy nest far away I tried
I did not take the folk’s words as guide
I left my nest and followed my way
It is not of velvet, I hate to stay

A bright colored flower I’ve seen on my way
And upon it’s soft petals I did lay
Truly there was comfort at its best
The comfort I never felt on my nest

Then my flower’s beauty began to fade
Because it was in the sun not in a shade
When the sun has sipped all the dew
The comfort was gone, away I had to go

Within my heart I felt little pain
But I knew I had to try again
To the highest cloud I hurriedly flew
So high that only me dared to

I reached the shapely cloud of silver
And tried so hard to find a nest there
But the trees – oh! no one can be found
There was emptiness, no one was around

Finally I find comfort not on the flower I love
Nor on the silvery clouds high above
But it is just here on my forsaken nest
As the day closes at the time of my rest

                                                 doroastig
                                                 july 1, ’75





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Transmutation


Transmutation


                      Transmutation

I won’t miss the sun,
     it’s light nor it’s warmth
I won’t miss the pale dawn
     nor the grey dusk
Nor the starry nights with the breeze
     so mild and soothing
That penetrates through the breasts
     where hearts are aching

I won’t care if flowers fade,
     in them there’ll be no beauty
I won’t care if the birds will sing
     not the song of liberty
If the seas will run dry
     and skies will turn to black
And man will have the all the wars
     and peace they lack

          if they’ll make me hungry
               the bread I’ll bit not
          if they’ll make me thirsty
               the wine I’ll sip not
          if they’ll make me lifeless
               I’ll be living
          if they’ll make me motionless
               I’ll be moving

          I can’t be scented
               I’ll have no odor
          I won’t fade
               I’ll have no color
          I can’t be molded
               I’ll be shapeless
          I won’t grow old
               I’ll be ageless

          They’ll make me dumb
               but I can loudly shout
          That the seeds I’ve sown
               all began to sprout
          Then there’ll be no yesterday
               there’ll be no tomorrow
          There’ll be pure joy
               there’ll be no sorrow

          At last I’ll find all the glories
               no more life’s storm
          I’ll remember not my sad stories
               only my long-dreamt rainbows form


I’m tired of being alive, and who is not?
Who’ll watch the play when performers rot?
We all saw it but only few like to stare
And the characters said they don’t care
As long as they can show to us who they are
By changing love stories into stories of war
They can’t hear us with our soft whisper
For their dreams are as deafening as thunder
We have the preacher’s music but it’s all in vain
All of us heard but only a few cared to listen
When shall we learn to stick to the words?
shall we when we’ll be pierced with swords?

                                            by doroastig
                                            sometime in the mid’75



I wrote this almost forty years ago when the time was so harsh. When I did this, my vision was blurred that I was not able to see lightnings, only the roar of thunder. That was the time I was transmuted.

Now I am awaken and can clearly see the lightning and hear its roaring thunder. The thunder I heard forty years ago was just a drum beaten to make people believe there was a storm, unlike the present situation when the storm is a real one. If I was transmuted by a man-made storm then, how much more with a real one now?





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Ang Pamana


“Ang bayan ng isang tao ay hindi isang tiyak na lugar ng lupa, ng mga bundok, ilog, at gubat, ngunit ito ay isang alituntunin; at pagkamakabayan ay katapatan sa alituntuning iyon.” ~ George William Curtis
“Gusto kong makita ang isang tao na nagmamalaki sa lugar kung saan siya nakatira. Gusto kong makita ang isang tao na ipinagmamalaki ng lugar na kanyang tinitirhan.” ~ Abraham Lincoln



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Ang Aking Ana


Paunawa: Ang tulang ito ay import mula sa dating friendster blog ko na aking na-revive. Ito’y nai-publish ko noong ika-11 ng Abril, 2008 na ang mga komento ay makikita rito. Sa tulang ito ay may babaeng nagduda na hindi ako ang may gawa. Ang sagot ko kanya ay makikita rito.

Ang Aking Ana

Ang aking naging panganay, Ana Regina Carmeli

Ang tulang nasa ibaba ay naisulat ko nung ako’y binata pa. Kasama ng iba ko pang naisulat, ito’y itinago ko na lang at kinalimutan. Nang nakita ko na ang babaing inibig ko nang husto, ako’y nagpasyang lumagay na sa tahimik…

Pagdaan ng mga araw, nalaman kong malapit na akong maging tatay. May napagkasunduan kami ng misis ko na kung lalaki ang magiging panganay namin, ako ang pipili ng magiging pangalan. Kung babae naman, siya. Nung mga panahong ‘yon may napili na ako: Juan Carlos Isidoro, in short, JCI. Ang Juan ay sa lolo ko sa mother side. Ang Carlos ay sa Carlos P. Garcia na pinsan ng nanay ko at ang Isidoro naman ay siyempre, sa akin.

Nang siya’y nagluwal na, isang sanggol na babae kaya siya ang nagbigay ng pangalan. Dahil sa ang misis ko ay palasimba, ang naging pangalan ng sanggol ay Ana Regina Carmeli. Hindi ko alam kung saan niya nakuha ang ‘Ana’. Ang alam ko ay ang Regina Carmeli, Queen of (Mt.) Carmel. Nang itanong ko ito sa kanya, sumagi lang daw sa isipan niya. Ang sapantaha ko’y nakuha niya ito sa karakter na ginawa ko. Baka nasa subconscious na niya ito dahil nung magkasintahan pa lang kami, nabasa na niya ang mga naisulat ko.

‘Yon lang…


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The Filipino is Worth Dying For – Benigno Aquino Jr.


The Filipino is Worth Dying For – Benigno Aquino Jr.

Benigno S. Aquino, Jr.
pinagkukunan: Wikipedia

Senador ng Pilipinas
Nanilbihan
Disyembre 30, 1967Setyembre 23,

Presidential Adviser on Defense Affairs
Nanilbihan
1949 – 1954

Alkalde ng Concepcion, Tarlac
Nanilbihan
1955 – 1959

Bise-Gobernador ng Tarlac
Nanilbihan
1959 – 1961

Gobernador ng Tarlac
Nanilbihan
Disyembre 30, 1961 – Disyembre 30, 1967

Kapanganakan Nobyembre 27, 1932
Concepcion, Tarlac, Pilipinas
Kamatayan Agosto 21,
Paliparang Pandaigdig ng Maynila, Lungsod ng Parañaque, Kalakhang Maynila, Pilipinas
Kabansaan Pilipino
Partidong pampulitika
  • Nacionalista Party (1954–1961)
  • Liberal (1961–1983)
  • Lakas ng Bayan (1978)
Asawa Corazon Aquino
Tirahan Times Street, Lungsod Quezon
Alma mater Unibersidad ng Pilipinas (hindi nagtapos)
Pamantasang Ateneo de Manila (hindi nagtapos)
Mataas na Paaralan ng San Beda (Nagtapos, 1948)
Hanapbuhay Mamamahayag, Politiko
Propesyon Mamamahayag, sibil tagapaglingkod
Relihiyon Katoliko Romano

Narito ang huling panayam kay Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino, Jr.:




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