MY PRECIOUS

It is well-nigh impossible my dearest true
To let go of someone special like you
You are my lonely heart’s delight
You fill the yearning deep inside

Months and years shall surely pass
The distance may grow between us
And never may another chance arise
For us to gaze into each other’s eyes

Even then, this I solemnly pledge, my love
You are forever enshrined in my heart
Hard and arduous may be the way
From you, I shall never for a moment go astray

Loving you is all that matters to me now
Though gloomy may our fate appears somehow
By no means shall I cease to think of you
Every second of the day till my life is through

Do not forget me, I beseech so humbly
Banish me not from your memory
Even when our ties have all been severed
Do think of me no matter how brief

Always hopeful shall I be, my sweetest
Praying our fortunes shall change for the best
That even someday, when we are past our prime
We shall be brought again to share some time

I have been trying to write a poem for you. But I just cannot think of the words to exactly convey my deepest feelings. Perhaps, at a later time, my pen would once more be able to weave its magic. So, for now, I have written you this simple note for the Christmas.

Christmas is not just a celebration about something. It is more than buying the finest trimmings and the most brilliant and dazzling lights to adorn our houses. It is more than the fine dining that we have with our close kins and friends.

For me, Christmas means taking a pause from everything and digging deep into one’s heart. It means listening to the beatings of our soul that have been drowned out by the din of our everyday living. It means getting back to our real selves and appreciating who we really are.

And appreciating my one true self means being honest to my feelings for you. Despite the months of silence, the insurmountable obstacle that separates us, I should be a hypocrite to say that you are lost in me and that I have moved on. On the contrary, you are still here, imbedded and rooted. Indeed, the wound has not healed, even under the nurturing of Father Time. I am resigned that for this lifetime, you are an integral part of me—never to be weaned away.

I do accept the fact that we may never be physically together. Yet, what should prevent us from communing in our minds and hears through the shared memories that we built in our brief and fleeting moment of togetherness? Even if by chance you have already buried me in the deepest recesses of your sub-consciousness, I, for myself, have not forgotten about you. In fact, I have been thinking so much about you these days, rest assured of that.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

A week after reviving my blog, which has lain dormant for two years, I am back once more, speaking my mind on things that capture my interest or fancy for the moment. Last Sunday, we had a small breather from the gargantuan problems confronting us courtesy of the Pacquiao-De La Hoya fight. Billed by the media as the boxing fight of the decade, it ended with our compatriot beating his opponent black and blue, and forcing the latter to retire before the start of the ninth round. I will not provide a blow-by-blow account of what transpired in the slugfest, knowing that all of us were unerringly hooked in the television and radio during that moment in time. I will not also endeavor to make an analysis of the lopsided bout. I leave that to the experts and so-called boxing aficionados. They are in a better position to venture scholarly analyses.

What I simply want to say is that Pacquiao did one big favor for the country last Sunday. Police claim that crimes were basically inexistent during the boxing bout. Our law enforcers say that they their police blotters were empty that day. This may be a bit of an exaggeration but I am sure, there was a palpable or noticeable dip in the crime rate. This is not the first time that this phenomenon has occured. In fact, the same happenstance was observed in the previous fights of Pacquiao. If for anything else, this only goes to show that criminal elements do take a time out from their crime spree to savor an interesting boxing fight.

With this development, I am tempted to suggest that to resolve our high incidence of crimes, we might as well ask Manny to fight on a daily basis. On second thought, this may be good in the short term, but would prove disastrous in the long run. For one, and obviously, this would be humanly impossible. Our body is simply not made to bear daily beatings. We can only take so much until our body would give up, no matter how well-conditioned we are. For another, a daily boxing bout featuring Pacquiao would destroy its novelty, charm and attraction to the public. The public would simply get fed up with him. They might even pay him more than his guaranteed prize of 11 million dollars just to hang up his gloves.

Well, asking Manny to fight everyday is really and absurd and ridiculous idea. But if this furnishes some answer to the menace of criminality, why not give it a try? hehehe.

Until then...