A Theory On Solar Energy's Use

When you lose on something, do something to balance in...
Negative energies like ions can be put to service....

Catch them from rays into a silver-coated tin disc...
Store them in some basin inside your yard....
Maybe catch them in some alloy of jade.....
Is this the treasure chest from the East?

From negative points to positive...
Or is it the other way round, whatever is it..
Like the batteries of a car giving light on the road....
Light for your home to free you from darkness.....
Your light to your children coming from your Spirit.

Oil In Nana's Kitchen

Gathered antic rosebuds in my kitchen...
Over from my first visit to Tagaytay from San Andres...
Down to learning making salted duck's eggs in Cambridge
I now post in my PC from cameraworld...

Vast in the waters of Sea World in San Diego....
Everlasting flowers from Baguio..
Just fried French Fries with oils from Congressional St.
Over now in my old little antique banjo...

Born In The House Of Levi

Living my life all-over again...
As I chance upon this picture in my chest....
It is the emblem of my son's clothing,
Embroidered in canvass jeans, with buttons and thread.

Standing beside a small money tree in the east
Bounded in the west by a Chinese Bamboo,
Housed under the roof of a new Vegas....
Shall it be, or shall it not?
The future's not ours to see, a song I learned,
One ordinary morning.

Little Artist In My Soul

By colors on board or magical words
Spinning your magic for His Kingdom
Pictures as far as the eyes can see
Inner heart of soul or light of mind sailing

Came as inspiration whispered by Eve
Mother or daughter in the coop
As pellets are fed, palay or corn ears
Gobbled within your gizzard....

His spirits came in tongues of fire
Swimming around within the vast sea
Then merchants came singing your song
Moving your souls to High Heavens........

Bordadera, Good Morning Yesterday

They come from the hinterlands of Tagaytay
Working tirelessly with hands
Spinning flax in and out of linens
Guided by needle-pulling-threads
Within the domain of the bastador

A visiting Filipina wanted to buy her painting
With a measely few pesos....
But refused to pay for the shipping cost
Either by land or post office
So after several negotiations dropped her
Like a hot potato....

So I kept it as a collection,
For all the world to admire
With embroidered products like linens
Barongs and Kimonas for men and women

Little Coconut Vendor

Little coconut vendor of the market...
I see you everywhere around
From the market selling grated coconut
Down to Makati exporting dessicated as my Romeo....

As two little boys running the streets ...
Pushing a wooden cart of green coconuts under the rain....
Oh what a beautiful sight I keep up in my memory stem.....
Now always around to welcome me homewardbound......
In the little stand selling Coconut Juice with shredded strands,
For a very comfortable five pesos.

May I Lay My Eggs Lord?

May I lay my eggs oh lord?
Let me have a nest to house these fruits
Coming from my womb of this generation
Swelling within this body....

Like a rabbit....a symbol of productivity....
Don't be harrassed by that fatallly attracted lady....
Just brush aside her suggestions....
Maybe she really is hungry for a place of her own.....