How Could You Love me?

Inspired by the book of Hosea

Verse 1:

How could you want me?

When I’ve broken your heart many times.

How could you love me?

When I’ve caused you tears from your eyes.

How could you want me?

When I’ve hurt you and left you behind.

Pre-cho:

But you ran after me.

When I’m after them.

Lovers who captured my heart.

Still called me your own,

When I’m all alone,

I heard you say to me.

Cho:

I want you.

I love you.

I’ll take you in, wipe your sins.

I want you.

I love you.

I’ll win your heart, back again.

Verse2:

How could you want me?

When I’ve lost myself many times.

How could you love me?

When I’ve told you many lies.

How could you want me?

When I’ve loved them and left you behind.

Pre-cho.

Cho.

I’m Still Here

C-G-Am-F-G

Cho:

Coz I’m still here,

When the world has moved on.

I chose to be here,

And chose my soul.

Coz I’m still here,

When the world says go.

I’m in the quiet,

And God calls my name.

Verse 1:

This might sound so easy,

When the world turns around.

It’s when you stop and choose,

To stay behind.

I pray to be stronger,

To see it all go by.

When everybody’s passing you

And saying goodbye.

Cho.

Verse 2:

This might sound so crazy,

I’m always here for you.

When something breaks you,

It breaks me too.

I pray to be stronger,

To see it all by faith,

The cost of following you,

And the life I’ve gained.

Cho.

Verse 3:

Coz I might gain the whole world,

And I might lose my soul.

But I love my God more,

I’ll rather give it all.

Cho.

Breathe

G-C-Em-C-D

V1:

I see your weary face.

Your brow and your tired eyes.

I see your falling tears,

Your failures and all of your fears.

Pre-cho:

I’ll take it all away,

And feel the warmth of my embrace.

And all I want you to do is just…

Cho:

Breathe in,

Breathe out.

Come to me and I’ll renew your weary heart.

Breathe in,

Breathe out.

Come to me and I’ll give peace here in my arms.

V2:

I see your troubled mind.

Your wounds from all of the lies.

I see your hurt and pain.

Your weaknesses you try to hide.

Change my Heart

Change my Heart

V1:

Girl of Fifteen,

Broken heart from a broken dream,

Of a happy home.

Longed for love and just affection.

You hold her tight,

Told her it’s gonna be alright.

She just grew up,

And lost herself for just one night.

Pre-cho:

You strain for words

You don’t know what to say.

You forget your pains,

And compassion takes its place.

And you pray, and pray.

Cho:

O God,

Change my heart to become like yours.

A heart,

After your own.

To love,

The hurting and the angry,

The broken and the lonely

And love them like yours.

V2:

Girl in the closet,

Brokenness from a broken home,

Of a Father,

Longed for the father she’s never known.

You hole her tight,

Told her its gonna be alright.

She just gave up,

And tried to take her life tonight.

Pre-Cho

Cho.

“Every day is a Chance to Die”

Romans 8:36

As it is written: “For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.” [Psalm 44:22]

The Sun is up,

Another day is here.

I wish I wasn’t up,

I just wish to stay here.

But I rise from my bed,

I get ready instead.

I walk to my corner,

And my knees I bend.

I bow my head,

I ready my heart.

Another day is about to start.

And my life is about to end.

Like that Sheep to be slaughtered,

I get ready for death.

Death to all my doubts and fears,

Death to my future wonderings.

But along with it are my dreams and my plans,

Death even to my rights and desires.

So that for His sake,

Every day I die.

That I will no longer live….

And Jesus in me will forever come alive.

Tomorrow by Lope de Vega

Tomorrow by Lope de Vega 

The Passionate Shepherd to his Love by Christopher Marlowe

The Passionate Shepherd to his Love

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherds's swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

- While reading the classical poem, Songs of Solomon come to mind. When the king would urge his love to "Come away with me". Like Jesus, the Passionate Shepherd and to us His Beloved. 

Having a Coke with You by Frank O'Hara

One of my favorite poems. the writer might seem just rambling about his feelings for the girl but that made the poem so much more authentic, real and raw. Very descriptive that you can feel the heart of the writer bursting at it seams. :D Enjoy! 

Having a Coke with You

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever

G-F#m/d-Em-C-d

Verse 1:

I’m tired of living for this world.

With the shining things of no worth.

I don’t want the fame and the money,

If I can’t live for my Daddy.

Pre-chorus:

Em-C-D-C-D

Vanities! Oh Vanities!

Everything is meaningless to me.

If I have the world and everything,

It feels like I’m chasing the wind.

Chorus:

Coz I don’t wanna live forever,

I want to come home to my Father.

I want to live for my Father.

And be with Him forever.

Here I am, SEND ME- Isa. 6:8 (10/7/11)

I hear you speak.

In a crowded jeep or street.

You tell me things, in my Secret Place,

As if we are face to face.

I sense you,

In the Stillness of time.

You make me feel emotions,

While reading between the lines.

I see you in a crowded street.

You are the Lame and Weak.

You are the Angry and the Hurt.

They are your Glory unrefined.

But I am saddened,

for the ones called turn a deaf ear,

the ones with seeing eyes turn blind.

and those who could speak become dumb.

Why do they refuse?

To hear the unrelenting Call.

Why do they turn away?

to let your Way.

I am hurt.

not for me but for you.

Outstretched,

you gave your life.

arms wide opened,

You let them in.

But they let themselves out.

"I love you"

You keep on telling me.

"My feelings for you is much to strong."

You keep reminding me.

God, Father.

Jesus, My Friend and Lover.

Why can't they see it?

Why can't they feel it?

Why can't they hear it?

Send me Lord to the Hurting.

Your Comfort be their Comfort.

Send me to the Angry.

Your Forgiveness be their Forgiveness.

Send me to the Hungry and Thirsty.

Your Food of Life be their Bread and Water.

Send me to the Weak.

Your Strength be their Strength.

Send me to the Unloved and w/o Purpose

Your Love, Compassion and Grace be their Life's meaning.

Lord, just send me..."I am here."

The Saint Must Walk Alone- 12/10/11

The Saint Must Walk Alone

Loneliness.

It comes and it goes.

I settles in the middle of the night.

Oh! Surely You would know?

You, who knelt at the Garden, anguished and alone.

Surely, I have to pass through the Garden of my own soul.

Pain.

It comes and it goes.

It settles deep in my heart and soul.

Oh! Surely You would know?

You, who carried the heaviness of the Cross, Hands and Feet pierced.

Surely, I have to let the pierce within.

Crowd.

They come and they go.

Oh! Surely You would know?

You, despite the multitudes, your sorrows were unrelieved.

Deserted and Friendless. No one knew your Heart.

Surely, I, will be a Star that will live Set-Apart..

For the Cross is not a thing of Beauty.

Something to be taken so lightly.

It is an overpowering, overwhelming and all absorbing entity.

It seeks to crucify our old life, hopes and our dreams.

Our plans and will set aside, He be Glorified.

A life lived not for yourself but for Another.

Seeking the Joy and pleasure of the Master.

Oh! Surely You would know?

Surely, you knew.

"...Whose Soul alike a Star and dwelt apart."
The Saint Must Walk Alone.

The Saint Must Walk Alone...

Poem inspired by "The Radical Cross" by A.W Tozer.

Parts of poems from Chapter; "The Saint must walk alone.

At His Feet-2/1/12

"He sank, he fell, he lay still.

At her feet. And where he sank,

there he died." Judges 5:27

Wherever you are,

Be still.

I am here.

I am here.

At His feet you sank, fell 

and laid still.

At the feet of your bride Jesus.

I will also be still,

At the feet of my Prince.

And as we die from all our dreams and desires.

Die from our selves.

As we lay still at His feet,

I know there, we will surely meet.

At the Cross.

At His feet.

Only at His feet.

When I Go To Church…

When I go to church, I contemplate;

Of the things I’ve done,

Of the sins I made.

While I contemplate, I kneel and pray,

I ask for forgiveness for all the sins I made

And hope my soul is saved.

While I kneel and pray, I contemplate,

Why do I pray to the unseen God?

And realized, because it’s about faith.

Heaven is near, hell is here,

And every minute counts.

Sin is an unseen battle, and judgment is at hand.

When I go to church, I contemplate;

Of being a Christian,

And my sinful state.

>I’m not shouting “I am clean!”

But whispering, “God, if you wish, you can make me clean.”

For You came not for the righteous but for the sinners.

While I contemplate, I kneel and pray,

I thank you for the air I breathe,

And for your everyday grace.

Love is patient, love is kind.

And Sacrifice is the ultimate show,

Like what you’ve done, to your only son.

So Lord, when I go to church, I will kneel and pray;

And thank you for the Virgin Maiden,

And for the child in the manger,

And to The man in the cross,

For God your love is endearing,

And gave me a reason to live for a cause.

The Last Leaf (My Misery)

I sit at my bed, cold to the feet.

Sickness has come and gave me no ease.

My love, you are at my side,

Holding my hands as cold as ice.

I stare at the wall opposite to my room.

There it is! The ivy vine also once at bloom.

Small yet strong, we spread our arms for our dreams.

Yet we remained dependent to the wall we yielded.

But we are same, weak and feeble,

In time we slowly withered.

Our arms and vines have found its boundaries,

Yet the wall was unnerving to show our fragility.

We both bloomed in our lives

Gay springs and everlasting summers,

Now we’re at our autumn and cold winter.

The last leaf, clinging for its life,

I’ll also cling to mine for the last time.

So I’ll wait patiently for the last leaf to fall,

And alas! My last breath I’ll draw.

Deceitful Facade

I used to dream of your face,

And how I long for it to gaze.

I used to wait for you to walk by,

And how I long for you to give me your smile.

I used to stare at your eyes,

And how I long for them to be mine.

I used to dream of your lips,

And how I long for them to kiss.

I used to reminisce every moment we had,

And how it makes me smile and mad.

I used to laugh with your jokes so corny,

And how it makes me now so lonely.

Now everything seems so distant.

I’ve become so bitter and cold.

I ceased to gaze at your smile,

Your eyes and lips I refuse to be mine.

Now I see you in a different light,

My heart feels so despised.

Yes, everything is not what it seems,

My eyes you’ve really deceived.

Dance with me (08/06/07)

We’ll begin with flirting glances,

As we remain motionless.

I’ll make the first move,

Dance with me and my love I’ll prove.

Dance with me tonight,

Make my lonely heart smile.

I’ll slowly hold your hand,

Hoping you’ll not resist mine.

Dance with me tonight,

Make me complete inside.

I’ll slowly linger in our moment,

Hoping our time would not end.

And as the music ends,

I’ll try to memorize every detail of your face.

Hoping you’ll memorize mine.

As I slowly linger in our moments for the last time.

Monotony

Stranded in the midst of sleepy faces,

In this four walls with our dozing trances.

I wish to be outside this lonely place,

To be with my imagination once again.

Stranded in the midst of wandering eyes,

In these four walls with our boredom disguised.

I wish to be outside this lonely place,

To be with my imagination once again.

Stranded in the midst of false scribbling of notes,

In this four walls with our doodles and caricatures.

I wish to be outside this lonely place,

To be with my imagination once again.

But as I stare at the screened window

And clear blue sky,

I pondered and slowly realized.

In me boredom I’ve written a poem,

I was with my imagination all along. 

SEASONS- January 2006

Shall I compare thee to the changing seasons?

…Like the first day of Spring

The first blossoming flowers of May,

Dancing in the cool breeze

Why art thou so fond and gay?

…Like the Summer breeze

Thou art so warm and at ease

Thy fondness and thy heart,

Will it be everlasting like the sun’s warmth?

…Like the changing hues of leaves

The fickle leaves of Fall

Thou art falling away from me,

Hast thy love gone and ceased?

…Like the bitter hand the snow of Winter,

So aloof is the morning weather.

Will I still be the one you hold?

Why hast thou so wan and cold?

Hope Lost (5/11/08)

P.S: Times when I was really an Emo and a Pessimist. Thank God for renewing of mind.

My cell phone beeps, I take a deep breathe.

Hoping it would finally be you texting.

In the midst of this four walls,

Lighted with a single lamp.

A shed a tear.

All hope is lost.

The phone rings, a beat escapes my heart.

Hoping it would finally be you calling.

In the loudness of silence,

In this dark and empty room.

I break a sob.

All hope is gone.

I miss you more, every passing night.

Not a single day passed without a thought of you.

My calendar is scratched and marked;

The anticipation is too great My Love, To see you once again.

But all hope is gone, I am so lost.

For the thought of you not thinking of me.

Missing you even I’m not missed by you.

As the tears flow endlessly.

I, in this four-walled,

Dark and empty room.

The noise of solitude is deafening.

I’ll never forget after you’ve finally forgotten me.

All hope is lost, all hope is lost. 

True Love Waits Jan 31-Feb 1, 2006

Suuuppper Throwback poem! When I was still an "NBSB" nung HS ako..

Amidst the romance and infatuation,

Lord let me hear your intuition.

Let me not be blinded by lust

And show me that chastity is a must.

Deafen me Lord for every mockery,

For being single and my individuality

Lord, keep my heart strong for every rejection

And show me his not worth my attention.

Give me wisdom to which is wrong or right,

Every time my rebellious heart strikes.

Give me Lord the strength to withstand it all,

Lust, temptation, and rejection.

Open my eyes for every deep attention

And show me his true intentions.

If he is pure of heart and free from lust

Help me Lord if my heart I can entrust.

Show me Lord the joy of waiting

Let me find this time my life’s true meaning

And remind me that true love will always wait,

For me and my true mate.

And when the game looks inviting

Remind me that the joy of intimacy is committing.

Party From Dusk till Dawn

I wrote this poem in the wee hours while recovering from a hangover when I had my first OJT in Dvo last 2009. I found it in my archives. Just want to share. It was before I met the Lord.

As I breathe in and out the smoke.

It gets to my eyes; I’m blinded for a while.

Bitter it may taste, yet still I take.

The beer I claim mine.

Sounds of people’s chatter,

Loud music that gets louder.

Which will I prefer?

The bustle of the party or

The solitude of silence?

But I do not worry for it may not matter.

As the party goes on,

From dusk till dawn.

I feel so tipsy,

Yet; still I drink more and am merry.

The people I call “friends” laugh with no end.

To me all of this seems shallow,

But I bite my doubt coz I’ll get lost

If this crowd I don’t follow.

And when the party is over,

I walk swaying to my empty room.

I opened the lock,

It was already early morn.

Straight to bed in my party clothes,

With beer and smoke to smell.

But as sleep comes, I utter a prayer,

“Lord, was I happy today?”

I realize it was wrong to ask,

I have done these things on my own accord.

But the tears I could not mask.

What did it take for me to please the friends I’m with?

It took my soul and left me so weak.

What did it take to fill the emptiness in me?

It took buckets of beer but it only made me sick.

What did it take for me to be happy?

It only took my integrity and my God along the way.