Hello 2018!

What better way to end

the first day of 2018

with this ball of fire in the sky

this side of SoCal.

-January 1st, Twenty Eighteen



​How can we not stop and

see the beauty around us?


Growling stomach

and aching back,

sores from the cold

facing the storm bold.

I may be from the hood

but my soul is good.

I just need some food;

Give me if you could.

On the go but at a loss-

This is not a cause

but my cross;

Spare me some clothes.

It’s getting hotter-

skin burnt, sorer.

At night, it’s colder;

I truly need shelter.

Yes, this is poverty.

No food yet still lucky

to be alive, hopefully

some day I will cope.

The Beginning of the Fall

“Keep falling and stay grounded…”

-Tree to its leaves


What kind of a man are you looking for?”

She looked at the man seated beside her and asked, “Do you really want to know?”

The man nodded quite reluctantly, “‘Yes.”

Well, I will have to ask him what can he can do for me that I can’t do for myself? I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man… or woman for that matter. I will have to ask him, ‘What can you bring to the table?'”

The man looked at her in awe, clearly he was thinking she was referring to money.

But before he could utter a word, she was quick to correct his thought and stated, “I am not referring to money. I need something more. I need him to be striving for excellence mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don’t need a simple-minded man.

“I need him to be striving for excellence spiritually because I don’t need to be unequally yoked, believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster.

“I need him to be striving for excellence financially because I don’t need a financial burden. I need him to be sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded.

“I need him to have integrity in dealing with relationships. Lies and game-playing are not my idea of a strong man. I need a man who is family-oriented. One who can be the leader, priest and provider to the lives entrusted to him by God.

I need someone whom I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn’t taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive, he just has to be worthy. And by the way I am not looking for him. He will find me. He will recognize himself in me. He may not be able to explain the connection, but he will always be drawn to me. God made woman to be a helpmate for man. I can’t help a man if he can’t help himself.”

When she finished, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face.

He said, “You are asking a lot.”

“It’s because I’m worth a lot.” 



Raging, crying and just feeling blue
Excruciating under the stormy rainy hue
Great expectations become an enemy
Remembering life less yesterday’s memory.

Everything else seems to turn into gloom
Tunnel of darkness once seemed to bloom
Sensing from the start it’s headed to doom
Ostracized even with your lousy writing plume.

Never again will I stoop down to asp moles
You’ve been the leader of roaming dark souls
Or are you part of those playful assholes
Undermining one’s emotions down to the coals?

Golden Skies

pico de loro

pico de loro

A lovely peak of the sunrise gives this magical golden color to the skies.

Each golden sunrise my eyes set on has given me thoughts of all the goodness I have received. It makes me marvel about life itself and takes me to wander off my mind to all the delights I have set foot on. I am simply in awe, thankful for the graces and fortune that have crossed my path.

In all its stillness and beauty, the golden sunrise sets as the peaceful bridge to my day ahead.




There she is in Downtown.

Staring, gazing, looking down.

Captured, trapped, frozen,

Expressive and so alone.

La Mujer en la pared.


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