WHAT KIND OF SEEDS DID YOU SOW

WHAT KIND OF SEEDS DID YOU SOW
my son archie

POM-POM GIRL, INDIAN BRIDE

POM-POM GIRL, INDIAN BRIDE
the run-away bride, your Mount Everest

WAR OF THE UNIVERSE

WAR OF THE UNIVERSE
Seek protection under the dove's wings

Our Lady Of Guadalupe

Our Lady Of Guadalupe
Graced by Nay Tita, your light shines on

THE HOLY TRINITY

THE HOLY TRINITY
FATHER, SON, AND HOLY SPIRIT

Just A Piece In Her Chessboard?

Just A Piece In Her Chessboard?
To restore Arts Health and integration back to society

Eulogy For Marina

Eulogy For Marina
In Honor Of The Virgin Of Antipolo

I Am The Clown Bobo

I Am The Clown Bobo
Through her eyes, my grand daughter, Tiara Luise Imperial

Blessings To My Soul

Blessings To My Soul
Mama Tita, Your Light Lives On

Solar Energy From Lifeless Objects

Solar Energy From Lifeless Objects
A collection from my antiques

Oil In Nana's Kitchen

Oil In Nana's Kitchen
I Big Mo...from my cash register....

Born In The House Of Levi

Born In The House Of Levi
A design, concept and rendition in collaboration with my son

Artist In Saint Bartholomew

Artist In Saint Bartholomew
My niece Malen

Bitter-Sweet Memories

Bitter-Sweet Memories
Held at the entrance

Coconut Vendor, done by Carmen Herrera-Uy, early '80's, oil on canvasss

Coconut Vendor, done by Carmen Herrera-Uy, early '80's, oil on canvasss
Reserved for Manang Grace E-M...Herrera

Lotus, Emblem Of Truth And Purity

Lotus, Emblem Of Truth And Purity
By Oscar M. Figuracion Jr.

Keep Still My Jittery Bug

Keep Still My Jittery Bug
Kalachuchi flowers, a reflection....

My veil as a bride

My veil as a bride
Mother of one, surrogate of many

Friday, May 28, 2010

Height Of Domesticity

Travelling around since childhood
Flying to the heights of freedom
For my ailing son, drained by some lass so greedy
Draining His pockets through a lead rosary

Her power of suggestion I am unmasking
Blindlessly following her Egyptian King
I am a true Pilipino, refusing Blood Money
Ugly Pay I say around Judas' Belt

His golden watch was pawned for Her Perfect Gift
A comb for her hair so long and black
Did not know she had her hair sold for his gift
I cannot remember now, exactly for where is it

It was braided into a necklace if I must guess
Of a lady who attended a party of the upperclass
Wanted to belong, she borrowed from a rich maiden
Lost it somewhere, paid it monthly for life

Lost her youth earning, to payback her dues
And all was finished to the last shilling
Only to realize, the necklace is an immitation of the real one
Somewhere in time thrown to the sea of Nautilus

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