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Bear's rumbling thoughts: December 2010
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People trust me with their secrets. So who do I trust with mine? Kapag Sinabi Ko Sa'yo. Para sa isang tao mula sa aking nakaraan. Salamat sa Kanya, sa panahon at oras na pinahiram Niya. Nakakalungkot hindi ko siya pwedeng sabihin ang tunay nyang pangalan. Paalam Ysabelle, pinakamahalaga ang iyong mga ngiti. Kapag sinabi ko sa iyo na ika'y minamahal. Sana'y maunawaan mo na ako'y isang mortal. At di ko kayang abutin ang mga bituin at buwan. O di kaya ay sisirin perlas ng karagatan. You can hear the audio f...
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Bear's rumbling thoughts: June 2009
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People trust me with their secrets. So who do I trust with mine? After surfing the net and hoping to find some nice people to talk to, I just decided to scribble something just to ease some tensions on my mind. And it seems there's no halting them. They become undeterred unsubmissive and ever winning whatever the war they are waging against. They fire from my back like dragons from its chains, a heart attack to an old man, stroke for the hags and like a thief in the night. There seems to be endless l...
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Bear's rumbling thoughts: The Cory Poem
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People trust me with their secrets. So who do I trust with mine? Based 100% on quotes of Cory Aquino). I just do whatever it is that I believe I should do,. Regardless of the risks to my life. I would rather die a meaningful death. Than to live a meaningless life. Faith is not simply a patience. That passively suffers until the storm is past. Rather, it is a spirit that bears things. With blazing, serene hope. It is true you cannot eat freedom. And you cannot power machinery with democracy. My tribute to...
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Bear's rumbling thoughts: Another blank verse for a blank afternoon
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People trust me with their secrets. So who do I trust with mine? Another blank verse for a blank afternoon. Ringing, I wish my phone is. Out there I wait what lies ahead. Mingling with the remaining memories. Understanding where I stood. Leaves me with nothing but the truth. Outraged I am on the steps I took. Incessant still my destiny moves. Awry, flurry and fury mixed within me. Mistakes have been done before. Insistent still I am to once more be there and. Sadness ruins me, leaving me in solitary.
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Bear's rumbling thoughts: May 2010
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People trust me with their secrets. So who do I trust with mine? My take on the May 10 polls. Matic are going to "manage" the election, with the news reports about the ballot testing, I wish them luck. I am an Overseas Filipino Worker, and I do not feel anything more than that. Basically I am still a proletariat. I am not even elated on the label Bagong Bayani. Because I can't hardly feel it or is it only lip service to entice thousands more to leave the country every day for the dollars? I think therefo...
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Bear's rumbling thoughts: August 2009
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People trust me with their secrets. So who do I trust with mine? Another blank verse for a blank afternoon. Ringing, I wish my phone is. Out there I wait what lies ahead. Mingling with the remaining memories. Understanding where I stood. Leaves me with nothing but the truth. Outraged I am on the steps I took. Incessant still my destiny moves. Awry, flurry and fury mixed within me. Mistakes have been done before. Insistent still I am to once more be there and. Sadness ruins me, leaving me in solitary.
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Bear's rumbling thoughts: When such solitude becomes
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People trust me with their secrets. So who do I trust with mine? When such solitude becomes. Shades of red are nowhere. Flowers bloom after a hundred century. Smiles are scarce and fright abounds. Butterflies, cardinals and squirrels. Are not in sight, even in periphery. Excitement, glee, fondness, bliss. Are replaced by winter-cold fear. The whole sky is enveloped in darkness. Abundant humid desert and barren wasteland. Are playgrounds for ragged kids,. Whose laughters are taboo. Without chances to cope.
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Bear's rumbling thoughts: November 2009
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People trust me with their secrets. So who do I trust with mine? When such solitude becomes. Shades of red are nowhere. Flowers bloom after a hundred century. Smiles are scarce and fright abounds. Butterflies, cardinals and squirrels. Are not in sight, even in periphery. Excitement, glee, fondness, bliss. Are replaced by winter-cold fear. The whole sky is enveloped in darkness. Abundant humid desert and barren wasteland. Are playgrounds for ragged kids,. Whose laughters are taboo. Without chances to cope.
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Bear's rumbling thoughts: December 2009
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People trust me with their secrets. So who do I trust with mine? Although You'd Never Know. To all who broke Shagami's heart). To all of you. Who have brushed me aside. Neglected, turned their backs, ignored me. Although you'd never know. For not returning any calls. For not replying every note. For not smiling back. For not being there. Felt the cold shoulders. The unwarmth in the rubs. Seen true lies, fake smiles. Although you'd never know. Each day I write a poem for you. And burn it in the air. Likes...
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Bear's rumbling thoughts: Although You'd Never Know
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People trust me with their secrets. So who do I trust with mine? Although You'd Never Know. To all who broke Shagami's heart). To all of you. Who have brushed me aside. Neglected, turned their backs, ignored me. Although you'd never know. For not returning any calls. For not replying every note. For not smiling back. For not being there. Felt the cold shoulders. The unwarmth in the rubs. Seen true lies, fake smiles. Although you'd never know. Each day I write a poem for you. And burn it in the air. Likes...
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