We all walk in the ocean of darkness
With uncertainties as our enemies
Some cry with uneven pathways they try
Flashlights can be used but few can buy
Reminder: flashlights do have batteries.
Young Man’s Isolation
No city lights
No disco nights
No roaring crowd
No music so loud.
No gadgets to show
No gizmos’ glow.
No nightly gimmick
No teenage frolic.
‘Tis my isolation
For my vocation.
‘Tis worldly loss
For the sake of the cross.
‘The Moon’ (a Parody of ‘The Sea’ by Natividad Marquez)
Why does the moon smile, mother
as it blooms above the sky.
Because the moon loves to observe, my dear
Those buddies passing by.
Why does the moon blanch, mother
As if someone disappeared?
He is saddened by the envious clouds
Because he is sheltered.
Why is the moon so bright, mother
As if it is just five kilometers at sight?
Because he wants hurl our anxious night
By shedding his formidable light.