The Color of Passion of Youth


It is the color of your heart,

The splash of color of the lipstick

your mother bought you when you were a teen,

It is the color of the flower given to you during courtship

by your suitor

Not to mention the flower gifted

by your girl friend at campus

during your twentieth  birthday


The blood of countless soldiers in the countryside

Shouting for peace.

The color of the grain from the first strike of sunshine

in the time of harvest

The color of the smile from the peasant’s face at first glance

The color of muscovado from the sugar workers




It used to be your favorite

But now at the middle of this winding journey

You opted to be mellow

But still your passion is teeming with this color

Passion for your sisters

In the grassroots

shouting for land justice which is scarce.


Behold the color of your heart!

The burning color of the sensation you feel now

despite the waning ember of your youth.

It remains the color of your Power.





This article is a response on the prompt Chaos.

I thrive on chaos.  I find orderly things to be boring.  Filipinos like me thrive on chaos.  You can see how the jeepneys in Philippine roads do their driving.  They drive bumper to bumpers.  While commuters also do not follow certain rules.  They cross in side of the streets where there is a “No Jaywalking” sign.  There is no order.  Everybody has his own set of rules.  They are orderly in their chaos.


The Chaos theory states that life started in Chaos first before Creation.


I do not know but I really do operate in chaos.  In management setting, you have to have a sense of order.  Otherwise, it will be time wasters.  I have learned to manage my activities, somehow.


My best friend is the opposite of me.  And she said that successful people in the corporate world are those who have a system of order in their personal life and in the office.


Why do I tend to be disorganized.   I do not know but some would say that it is a reflection of your mind.


If you are used to multitasking, you really cannot avoid a certain level of chaos because in a dynamic world, that is how it is.


There can never be orderliness when there is no disorderliness.











Full Moon


To gather the hays

Air cracking sound

The coldness of the night

Soothes my itching skin

The waves of the wind

at my ears blending

Into the barking of the dogs

And the sound of the cars passsing

From the highway street

Makes me toss to my bed

My mind is like the

brightness of the full moon

Beholding ancient skies.