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Roots, Trees, and Fruits

A tree is known by its root
The source of its first life
A fruit is known by the tree
As a man is known through strife.

The root of a man is his family
The tree is the man that has grown-
The words that he writes in poetry
Show the rearing he has known.


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Copyright Cynthia Buhain -Baello
July 6,2009 Tarlac City Philippines


--
'No good tree bears bad fruit, nor does a bad tree bear good fruit.
Each tree is recognized by own fruit.'

Luke 6: 43

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A Call for the Youth (Cinquain)

Wake up
Grab your future!
Never let them ruin
Country, hopes, dreams, and family
Freedom!

'Teach us to number our days aright that we may gain
a heart of wisdom.'

Psalm 90: 12

Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
December 2009
Philippines

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Let My People Go!

Vile corruption!
You're so entrenched
In power tendrils
Your tentacles have tied Justice
And strangled Freedom so-
Let my people go!

Callous Greed!
You bleed my country dry
Of Her people's wages
And make them slaves
You think we do not know?
Let my people go!

Plastic Religion!
Your hypocrisy blinds
Deceives my countrymen
With your lifeless images
Empty rites and traditions
Falsehood in robes!
Evil's gone so low -
Let my people go!

Your chains have bled our wrists, our lips
But this pen writes
It will not dry
In silence cowered
Nor fear cold bars
And prison walls
The ink will flow -
Let my people go!

M ay 15,2009 Tarlac City Philippines

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The Man That Got Away

The night is bitter
The stars have lost their glitter
The wind blows colder
And suddenly youre older
And all because of the man that got away
No more is he the cause
The writings on the wall
Oh but dreams, yeah dreams
Have all gone astray
The man that won you
Has gone off and undone you
The great beginning
Has seen its final ending
Dont know what happened
Its all a crazy game
No more, no more of that ole time thrill
Honey you been through the mill
Never will a new love will be the same
Good riddance ah goodbye
Every, every prickle is you own to
But fools will be fools
And where he goes to
The road gets rougher
Its lonelier and its tougher
We hope you run up
Tomorrow, tomorrow may come up
Theres just no letter
The live long night and day
Ever since this world begun
There aint nothing sadder
Than a one man woman
Crying for the man that got away

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The Man That Got Away

Very nice man
The road is bitter,
The stars have lost their glitter;
The winds grow colder
Suddenly youre older
And all because of the man that got away.
No more his eager call
The writings on the wall
The dreams you dreamed
Have all gone astray
The man that won you
Has run off and undone you.
That great beginning
Has seen the final inning
Dont know what happened
Its all a crazy game
A game
No more that all-time thrill
For youve been through the mill
And never a new love
Will be the same
Good riddance, good-bye
Every trick of his youre on to
But fools will be fools
And wheres he gone to?
The road gets rougher
Its lonelier and tougher
With hope you burn up
Tomorrow he might turn up
Theres just no letup
The live-long night and day
Ever since this world began
There is nothing sadder than
A one-man woman looking for
The man that got away
The man that got away

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I Am The Man That I Am The Sum Of All My Days

I am the man that I am the sum of all my days
but I desire to be the man God wants me to be.
God's working in me and changing my ways
like a potter moulding clay He's transforming me.

This man of flesh is being changed to be like his Lord
God reached down from heaven to this man on earth
and breathed His Spirit in me through His Living Word
kissed me with the kiss of life - The gift of new birth.

A new creation has begun in me through Jesus God's Son
O blessed Spirit complete the work I will not hinder You.
Make me like Christ and finish the work You have begun
for I desire to be like Jesus and do what You want me to.

Keep changing me into the man that you want me to be
that I may walk as Enoch did to love and care as you do.
I know not how much time is left upon this earth for me
but what I have got I give back to serve and worship you.

Great mercy You have shown in the things you have done
and I praise You for Your love during these difficult days.
True repentance I have shown and healing has now begun
in this wretched worldly man by an awesome God of grace.

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The Man That Got Away

The night is bitter,
The stars have lost their glitter,
The winds grow colder,
And suddenly youre older
And all because of
The man that got away.
No more his eager call,
The writings on the wall,
The dreams you dreamed have all
Gone astray.
The man that won you
Has run off and undone you.
That great beginning
Has seen its final inning,
Dont know what happened
Its all a crazy game.
No more that all-time thrill
For youve been through the mill,
And never a new love will
Be the same.
Good riddance, good-bye.
Every trick of his youre on to -
But fools will be fools and wheres he gone to?
The road gets rougher,
Its lonelier and tougher.
With hope you burn up,
Tomorrow he may turn up.
Theres just no letup
The livelong night and day.
Ever since this world began
There is nothing sadder than
A one-man woman
Looking for the man that got away . . .

The road gets rougher,
Its lonelier and tougher.
With hope you burn up,
Tomorrow he may turn up.
Theres just no letup
The livelong night and day.
Ever since this world began
There is nothing sadder than
A one-man woman
Looking for the man
The man that got away . . .
The man that got away . . .

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The Man Who Has No Problems

The man who has no problems
My pastor once had said
Is not the one who had solved them
But the one who's already dead.

The man who has no problems
Is one who've lost his mind
He who has drugged his system
When peace he could not find.

The man who has no problems
Is he who drinks to flee
And drowns himself in alcohol
His escape from Reality

The man who has no problems
I doubt if there was one
For Life is full of challenges
Of tears and joy till it is done.


'I am leaving you with a gift - peace of mind and heart.'

JOHN 14: 27

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Hymn XIV: Happy the Man That Finds the Grace

Happy the man that finds the grace,
The blessing of God's chosen race,
The wisdom coming from above,
The faith that sweetly works by love.

Happy beyond description he
Who knows, The Saviour died for me,
The gift unspeakable obtains,
And heavenly understanding gains.

Wisdom divine! Who tells the price
Of wisdom's costly merchandise
Wisdom to silver we prefer,
And gold is dross compared to her.

Her hands are filled with length of days,
True riches, and immortal praise,
Riches of Christ, on all bestowed,
And honour that descends from God.

To purest joys she all invites,
Chaste, holy, spiritual delights;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her flowery paths are peace.

Happy the man who wisdom gains,
Thrice happy who his guest retains!
He owns, and shall for ever own,
Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven are one.

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Hymn XIV: Happy the Man That Finds the Grace

Happy the man that finds the grace,
The blessing of God's chosen race,
The wisdom coming from above,
The faith that sweetly works by love.

Happy beyond description he
Who knows, The Saviour died for me,
The gift unspeakable obtains,
And heavenly understanding gains.

Wisdom divine! Who tells the price
Of wisdom's costly merchandise
Wisdom to silver we prefer,
And gold is dross compared to her.

Her hands are filled with length of days,
True riches, and immortal praise,
Riches of Christ, on all bestowed,
And honour that descends from God.

To purest joys she all invites,
Chaste, holy, spiritual delights;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her flowery paths are peace.

Happy the man who wisdom gains,
Thrice happy who his guest retains!
He owns, and shall for ever own,
Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven are one.

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The Man Who Has Everything

(lowe/tennant)
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(come on, come on, come on, come on)
(how long will you do some more? )
(how long will you do some more? )
(you got to you got to - love love)
(come on, how long will you do some more? )
(how long will you do some more? )
(lololololove)
(aah) what do you want? (aah)
(aah) what do you want? (aah)
(come on, come on, come on, come on)
(how long will you do some more? )
(how long will you do some more? )
(you got to you got to - love love)
(how long will you do some more? )
(how long will you do some more? )
(lololololove)
(oh) what do you want?
(oh) what do you want?
(come on, come on, come on, come on)
(how long will you do some more? )
(how long will you do some more? )
(you got to you got to - love love)
(how long will you do some more? )
(how long will you do some more? )
(lololololove)
What do you give
When the man who has everything needs such a lot?
Learn how he lives
How theres only one thing he hasnt got:
Love

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Here I am, a man that is world-weary (in answer to T.S. Eliot)

I

Here I am, a man that is world-weary,
in a month without rain
and passion and the pain
are still aflame and burning in me.

At the gates of death, destruction and desolation
I did in my youth trod
fired a rifle, a canon and whatever gun in angry shot
and then had a obligation

II

to be true to my country, to be true to you
but now I am getting weary
while life is slowly getting eerie
as if it’s coming to an end, as if I have lost the glue

that has hold my body and my spirit together
and whatever waits in the new day
is coming from the hand of the new government to bother
my fellow countrymen and I and still God do I obey.

II

We live in times of signs and wonders
in the technological new age,
but my fellow men is at rage
as if they are getting orders

that is swaddled in darkness
to maim, to rob and kill
driving every white man to the edge of the abyss
as if it is to them an immense thrill

III
but still there are many blessings
flowing from the hand of God
that I, this poor sod
of a human being see every day in my awakening

and with careful hands
we try to build a future
but I feel like an old horse led to the pasture
in a place of pitiless lands

IV

and from shoelaces we build
try and produce something great
as if we are masters of some or other guild
knowing that time is running out and we cannot wait

in a world where this knowledge
is not comprehended by everyone
where the world of yesterday is totally gone,
we try to earn a living and to live on standing at the edge

V
of a darkening abyss
and with courage, without any fear
we see the new morning drawing near
as if it is

the age and time that a whole nation has waited on
and while the battle begins we comprehend that the fighting
is not left to us alone and that it’s spreading
from the very hand of God, that His armies are marching on

VI

and the thousand thoughts and small deliberations
will not lead us to victory
nor any arms we take up in our iniquity
as we are only mere men in His mighty considerations

with love and understanding and in truth
we have to wait on His salvation
coming to our wrecked nation
and every one even the youth

VII

have got to comprehend
that the battle will in due time
draw to an end
that in this world of hardship and crime,

salvation will be coming from a power supreme and divine
and that His righteousness is overpowering
even in impossible situations still conquering
and that His covenant stays through time without any decline.

[Reference: Gerontion by T.S. Eliot.]

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The Borough. Letter VIII: Trades

OF manufactures, trade, inventions rare,
Steam-towers and looms, you'd know our Borough's

share -
'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects here,
Who hazard thrice ten thousand pounds a-year;
We've no huge buildings, where incessant noise
Is made by springs and spindles, girls and boys;
Where, 'mid such thundering sounds, the maiden's

song
Is 'Harmony in Uproar' all day long.
Still common minds with us in common trade,
Have gain'd more wealth than ever student made;
And yet a merchant, when he gives his son
His college-learning, thinks his duty done;
A way to wealth he leaves his boy to find,
Just when he's made for the discovery blind.
Jones and his wife perceived their elder boy
Took to his learning, and it gave them joy;
This they encouraged, and were bless'd to see
Their son a fellow with a high degree;
A living fell, he married, and his sire
Declared 'twas all a father could require;
Children then bless'd them, and when letters came,
The parents proudly told each grandchild's name.
Meantime the sons at home in trade were placed,
Money their object--just the father's taste;
Saving he lived and long, and when he died,
He gave them all his fortune to divide:
'Martin,' said he, 'at vast expense was taught;
He gain'd his wish, and has the ease he sought.'
Thus the good priest (the Christian scholar!)

finds
'What estimate is made by vulgar minds;
He sees his brothers, who had every gift
Of thriving, now assisted in their thrift;
While he, whom learning, habits, all prevent,
Is largely mulct for each impediment.
Yet let us own that Trade has much of chance,
Not all the careful by their care advance;
With the same parts and prospects, one a seat
Builds for himself; one finds it in the Fleet.
Then to the wealthy you will see denied
Comforts and joys that with the poor abide:
There are who labour through the year, and yet
No more have gain'd than--not to be in debt:
Who still maintain the same laborious course,
Yet pleasure hails them from some favourite source,
And health, amusements, children, wife, or friend,
With life's dull views their consolations blend.
Nor these alone possess the lenient power
Of soothing life in the desponding hour;
Some favourite studies, some delightful care,
The mind with trouble and distresses share;
And by a coin, a flower, a verse, a boat,
The stagnant spirits have been set afloat;
They pleased at first, and then the habit grew,
Till the fond heart no higher pleasure knew;
Till, from all cares and other comforts freed,
Th' important nothing took in life the lead.
With all his phlegm, it broke a Dutchman's

heart,
At a vast price, with one loved root to part;
And toys like these fill many a British mind,
Although their hearts are found of firmer kind.
Oft have I smiled the happy pride to see
Of humble tradesmen, in their evening glee;
When of some pleasing fancied good possess'd,
Each grew alert, was busy, and was bless'd:
Whether the call-bird yield the hour's delight,
Or, magnified in microscope the mite;
Or whether tumblers, croppers, carriers seize
The gentle mind, they rule it and they please.
There is my friend the Weaver: strong desires
Reign in his breast; 'tis beauty he admires:
See! to the shady grove he wings his way,
And feels in hope the raptures of the day -
Eager he looks: and soon, to glad his eyes,
From the sweet bower, by nature form'd, arise
Bright troops of virgin moths and fresh-born

butterflies;
Who broke that morning from their half-year's

sleep,
To fly o'er flowers where they were wont to creep.
Above the sovereign oak, a sovereign skims,
The purple Emp'ror, strong in wing and limbs:
There fair Camilla takes her flight serene,
Adonis blue, and Paphia silver-queen;
With every filmy fly from mead or bower,
And hungry Sphinx who threads the honey'd flower;
She o'er the Larkspur's bed, where sweets abound.
Views ev'ry bell, and hums th' approving sound;
Poised on her busy plumes, with feeling nice
She draws from every flower, nor tries a floret

twice.
He fears no bailiff's wrath, no baron's blame,
His is untax'd and undisputed game:
Nor less the place of curious plant he knows;
He both his Flora and his Fauna shows;
For him is blooming in its rich array
The glorious flower which bore the palm away;
In vain a rival tried his utmost art,
His was the prize, and joy o'erflow'd his heart.
'This, this! is beauty; cast, I pray, your eyes
On this my glory! see the grace! the size!
Was ever stem so tall, so stout, so strong,
Exact in breadth, in just proportion long?
These brilliant hues are all distinct and clean,
No kindred tint, no blending streaks between:
This is no shaded, run-off, pin-eyed thing;
A king of flowers, a flower for England's king:
I own my pride, and thank the favouring star
Which shed such beauty on my fair Bizarre.'
Thus may the poor the cheap indulgence seize,
While the most wealthy pine and pray for ease;
Content not always waits upon success,
And more may he enjoy who profits less.
Walter and William took (their father dead)
Jointly the trade to which they both were bred;
When fix'd, they married, and they quickly found
With due success their honest labours crown'd;
Few were their losses, but although a few,
Walter was vex'd and somewhat peevish grew:
'You put your trust in every pleading fool,'
Said he to William, and grew strange and cool.
'Brother forbear,' he answer'd; 'take your due,
Nor let my lack of caution injure you:'
Half friends they parted,--better so to close,
Than longer wait to part entirely foes.
Walter had knowledge, prudence, jealous care;
He let no idle views his bosom share;
He never thought nor felt for other men -
'Let one mind one, and all are minded then.'
Friends he respected, and believed them just,
But they were men, and he would no man trust;
He tried and watch'd his people day and night, -
The good it harm'd not; for the bad 'twas right:
He could their humours bear, nay disrespect,
But he could yield no pardon to neglect;
That all about him were of him afraid
'Was right,' he said--'so should we be obey'd.'
These merchant-maxims, much good fortune too,
And ever keeping one grand point in view,
To vast amount his once small portion drew.
William was kind and easy; he complied
With all requests, or grieved when he denied;
To please his wife he made a costly trip,
To please his child he let a bargain slip;
Prone to compassion, mild with the distress'd,
He bore with all who poverty profess'd,
And some would he assist, nor one would he arrest.
He had some loss at sea, bad debts at land,
His clerk absconded with some bills in hand,
And plans so often fail'd, that he no longer

plann'd.
To a small house (his brother's) he withdrew,
At easy rent--the man was not a Jew;
And there his losses and his cares he bore,
Nor found that want of wealth could make him poor.
No, he in fact was rich! nor could he move,
But he was follow'd by the looks of love;
All he had suffer'd, every former grief,
Made those around more studious in relief;
He saw a cheerful smile in every face,
And lost all thoughts of error and disgrace.
Pleasant it was to see them in their walk
Round their small garden, and to hear them talk;
Free are their children, but their love refrains
From all offence--none murmurs, none complains;
Whether a book amused them, speech or play,
Their looks were lively, and their hearts were gay;
There no forced efforts for delight were made,
Joy came with prudence, and without parade;
Their common comforts they had all in view,
Light were their troubles, and their wishes few:
Thrift made them easy for the coming day,
Religion took the dread of death away;
A cheerful spirit still ensured content,
And love smiled round them wheresoe'er they went.
Walter, meantime, with all his wealth's

increase,
Gain'd many points, but could not purchase peace;
When he withdrew from business for an hour,
Some fled his presence, all confess'd his power;
He sought affection, but received instead
Fear undisguised, and love-repelling dread;
He look'd around him--'Harriet, dost thou love?'
'I do my duty,' said the timid dove;
'Good Heav'n, your duty! prithee, tell me now -
To love and honour--was not that your vow?
Come, my good Harriet, I would gladly seek
Your inmost thought--Why can't the woman speak?
Have you not all things?'--'Sir, do I complain?' -
'No, that's my part, which I perform in vain;
I want a simple answer, and direct -
But you evade; yes! 'tis as I suspect.
Come then, my children! Watt! upon your knees
Vow that you love me.'--'Yes, sir, if you please.'
'Again! By Heav'n, it mads me; I require
Love, and they'll do whatever I desire:
Thus too my people shun me; I would spend
A thousand pounds to get a single friend;
I would be happy--I have means to pay
For love and friendship, and you run away:
Ungrateful creatures! why, you seem to dread
My very looks; I know you wish me dead.
Come hither, Nancy! you must hold me dear;
Hither, I say; why! what have you to fear?
You see I'm gentle--Come, you trifler, come:
My God! she trembles!--Idiot, leave the room!
Madam; your children hate me; I suppose
They know their cue; you make them all my foes:
I've not a friend in all the world--not one:
I'd be a bankrupt sooner; nay, 'tis done;
In every better hope of life I fail,
You're all tormentors, and my house a jail.
Out of my sight! I'll sit and make my will -
What, glad to go? stay, devils, and be still;
'Tis to your Uncle's cot you wish to run,
To learn to live at ease and be undone;
Him you can love, who lost his whole estate,
And I, who gain you fortunes, have your hate;
'Tis in my absence you yourselves enjoy:
Tom! are you glad to lose me? tell me, boy:
Yes! does he answer?--Yes! upon my soul;
No awe, no fear, no duty, no control!
Away! away! ten thousand devils seize
All I possess, and plunder where they please!
What's wealth to me?--yes, yes! it gives me sway,
And you shall feel it--Go! begone, I say.'

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I Loved A Man that Loved to Fish

I loved a man that loved to fish.
He’d go down to the waters and cast his rod like a penny for a wish.

What he thought, whatever what- if he played, I’d love to know
For when he was away fishing his face was a glow.

Wishing away he’d sit all day and night,
Wading his patience against the twilight.

Patience was his tool
He’d tire his fish like the destructive heart of a fool.

With a gentle cast, not too high or low, his shinny fly would lure
Then his fish would run and he’d ignore.

After it was caught he’d throw it back for another man’s game
Or catch it again tomorrow, they were all the same.

I loved a man that loved to fish
And in his shadow I ran waiting to be his wish.

(Bernadette Bridges 9/08)

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Bible in Poetry: James 1

1A servant of God and of Christ,
Greetings from James to the twelve tribes
Scattered among the world’s nations:

Trials and Temptations:

2 You consider it as pure joy,
Whenever you face many trials,
3 Because you know by testing faith
You develop perseverance.
4 By perseverance you’re mature
Your work becomes complete and whole;
And does not lack in anything.
5 If you lack wisdom, ask of God,
Who gives to all generously,
And without finding fault with you.
6 But when God asks, you must believe,
And not have doubt, for the doubter
Is like a wave upon the sea,
That’s blown and tossed across by wind.
7 A man with doubts shouldn’t think he will
Receive a thing from the Lord God;
8 He is a double-minded man,
Unstable in all that he does.
9 In humble circumstances then,
The brother ought to be quite proud,
In his high position God-given.
10 The one who’s rich should take pride in
His low position, for he’ll pass
Away like wild a flower then.
11 For, sun rises with scorching heat,
Withers the plant; its blossom falls
Its beauty is destroyed fully.
Similarly, the rich man fades,
Ev’n while he does his business.
12 Bless’d is the man who perseveres
In face of trials, and stood test;
He will receive the crown of life,
That God will give those who love Him.
13 When tempted, none should ever say,
'God is tempting me so often.'
For, God isn’t tempted by evil,
Nor does He tempt ev’r anyone;
14 But everyone is tempted by
His evil desires of own;
He’s dragged away and too enticed.
15 And when desire has conceived,
It gives birth to sin and more sin;
When fully grown, it leads to death.
16 Don't be deceived, my dear brothers.
17 Each good and perfect gift’s from God,
And comes from Father in heaven,
Who does not change like shadows cast.
18 He chose to give us birth by truth,
That we may be first fruits, He made.

Listening and Doing:

19 Take note of this, my dear brothers:
Each one should be quick to listen,
Slow to speak and slow to anger,
20 For man's anger doesn’t bring about
The righteous life that God desires.
21 Get rid of moral filth, evil
That’s prevalent in abundance,
And humbly accept planted word
Of God in you, which can save you.
22 Don’t merely listen to the word,
And get deceived, Do what it says.
23 For he who listens to the word,
But does not do whatev’r it says,
Is like a man who sees his face
In a mirror, all but in vain,
24 And, after looking at himself,
He goes away and soon forgets
What he looks like immediately.
25 The man who looks intently then,
Into the perfect law that gives
Freedom, and continues with this,
Not forgetting what he has heard,
But doing it—he will be blessed
In what he does, at anytime.
26 If you think you are religious,
And do not hold your tongue in rein,
You deceive yourself in your life
And worthless is your religion.
27 The religion that God accepts
As pure and faultless is just this:
To tend to orphans and widows
In distress and keep oneself from
Being polluted by the world.

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My Friend in Afghanistan

My friend in Aghanistan
Stationed in the frontlines,
He sleeps with his loaded gun
And has never stepped on a mine.

He is a brave young man,
Fighting in eternal wars
From Iraq to Afghanistan -
He may yet get a purple star.

I wrote him to say a prayer
And to connect him with some sanity,
For the trauma and carnage there
May break up a man mentally.

My friend in Afghanistan
My prayer for him was this:
That he remain a whole man
And may he go home in one piece.

But I sadly learned today
His copter blew up in flames,
He has gone permanently away -
Another pawn in these war games.


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July 5,2009 Tarlac City Philippines

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If I Had Known

If I had known how great the pain
Of loosing you would be,
This heart of mine would have been chained
Blindfolded, locked, and not be free.

If I had known this constant dying
Vain endless thoughts of you that plague,
With eyes that never cease from crying
Boundless questions that are vague.

Why did you give me love then leave?
I would have ran away from this-
What fault of mine now lets me grieve
The loss of you, I love and miss?

If I had known the final end
Of what our love would lastly meet,
To you this heart would have been sent
And where you go, you will take it.


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Aug ust 6,2009
Tarlac City
Philippines

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The Eyes Are Windows

The eyes are windows of the heart
Wherein transparency will show
A myriad feelings to impart
From where in sadness, tears do flow.

The eyes will say contents of heart
The speech two lovers freely speak,
For Silence eloquently starts
Romance in muted communique.

The eyes are windows of all cares,
Display the sad and wearied soul;
Distant looks and empty stares
Reveal a man who is not whole.

His weak attempts to somehow hide
What's clearly felt and seen-
Will showcase all the stuff inside
Deep secrets of where love had been.

The eyes are windows too of kindness
Touching looks that give embrace,
Blessing one words of forgiveness
Of bitter hurts there is no trace.

The eyes of Love are open windows,
Giving joy, shared happiness;
Reaching forth to let one know
It always seeks to bless with goodness.

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(Written May 4,2009 Tarlac City Philippines)

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God is Unchanging

He is the Father of unchanging lights
The River of Life and flowing Grace
Alpha and Omega, our God of might
Eternal LORD of the human race.

There is no shadow or iota of Doubt
His Word says there is all about Truth
He changes not and we can't live without
The Light of His Word, from which we bear fruit.

Times may change and many will deceive
Some will say His Word is obsolete today
Say that God loves all men and forgives
They make their own view to suit their way.

God changes not and so does His Word
The Rock of Ages for a man will not bend
He gave His Word for the good it accords
It will stand firm and strong to the very end!

'The words that I have spoken to you are Spirit and they are Life.'

JOHN 6: 63

'Sanctify them by the Truth, Your Word is Truth.'

JOHN 17: 17

'Your Word, oh LORD, is eternal; it stands firm in the heavens.'

PSALM 119: 89-90

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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
June 9,2012

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Heart Content

When the tongue is used as a whip
Through toxic words that rage
The heart is revealed from those lips,
And the venom's released from its cage.

From out of the mouth the heart speaks,
No pretense can be hidden with masks,
Each word that is written or spoken,
Brings the man's character to task.

Before God all must give account,
For every word or deed that is done,
The judgement and sentence amounts
To the fruit of the words reaped by man.

The tongue has power of life and death,
And those who love it will reap the fruit
Whatever's written, whatever's spoken,
Will crush the heart with bitter roots.

Words have a way of exposing
What is inside the heart of a man
If it is God he is really believing
Or if he is just a plastic 'Christian'.




'The lips of the righteous know what is fitting but the mouth of
the wicked, only what is perverse.'

Proverbs 10: 32


November 8,2008 Tarlac City

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The Other Woman

In Love there is strong competition
For the central focus in the heart of a man
Two things divert his male attention,
His lady love and 'the other woman'.

The surge of emotions will at first prevail
And his heart in a trance will follow,
Engrossed in enchantment that never fails
To drown his good reason and plans for tomorrow.

His endless love pledged in quick promises
The moon and the stars he will offer,
Drunk in the ecstasy of her sweet kisses
Even his name he will not remember.

But touch 'the other woman' in his life
Instantly he goes back to his senses,
Guarded like gold with the sharpest knife
His grip so strong and so are his defenses.

Money is the 'other woman' there is to deal,
When pushed to a choice, a man always holds
That precious love he won't let you steal-
For Money, he will leave you out in the cold.



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August 3,2009

Tarlac City

Philippines

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