Clipped Wings

Every one's idea of angels is always spiritual of nature, often described as of the young's resemblance, dressed in white piece of cloth with huge all white feathered wings. There truly are angels, the ones that God sends to help the troubled, kiss the ills, strengthen the weak, and keep the children. Angels live in every child's heart. They laugh with them in joy and cries with them in sorrow. They stay among them to protect their innocence, keep them safe from harm and assure God's love in every one.

Once I asked God, how come I wasn't blessed to be a mother? There were so many people who brought children into this world then never cared for them, never loved them, never even bother to turn around and give a second look at them. I question the unfairness of the world how could the other heartless adults were chosen to bring these children about and then just hurt them? That these neglected and abandoned children should pay the price for their ignorance. In the silence of the night you will hear their endless pleas, "I wish I was never born".

In my family I have plenty of nieces and nephews. I love each and everyone of them. I talked to their angels and asked them to stay with them and keep them safe and healthy. I help and supported each one of them in my own little ways. But I still am not the "one".... the one that brought them here, the hand they want to hold and want to hold them, the kiss they want at night before bed, the one they call upon when they lost their first tooth, the one they run to when they fall on their knees, the one they call "mom" or "dad", the one they wish to be by their side when they blow their birthday candles and the one they can show off to their new shoes, new tooth or school cards.

Once a child is denied of happiness, his/ her angel's wing gets clipped. And it will take a very long time to forever before a new one grows, just as a child will carry it along, the sadness seeps from the deepest of his/ her heart. They may laugh at different joys and achievements but the one they will most remember is what hurt them the most. How did I know this? I am one of them with angel's wings were clipped.

Karma will come across to those who abandon the children, to those who deny their existence and to those hurt their tiny hearts. Say your prayers for the children, give them the opportunity to become a better us. Let their angels fly their spirits high by giving them love and assurance that when they need you...you will be there!

Forgotten Michael's Song

I' ve always love this song since I was in grade school, for it's melody and the message it brought to me... We mostly can't realize the importance of something or someone until we don't have it anymore. And all will be left is a memory of it.

ONE DAY IN YOUR LIFE

(by: Michael Jackson)

One day in your life

You'll remember a place

Someone touching your face

You'll come back and you'll look around, you'll . . .

One day in your life

You'll remember the love you found here

You'll remember me somehow

Though you don't need me now

I will stay in your heart

And when things fall apart

You'll remember one day . . .

One day in your life

When you find that you're always waiting

For a love we used to share

Just call my name, and I'll be there

You'll remember me somehow

Though you don't need me now

I will stay in your heart

And when things fall apart

You'll remember one day . . .

One day in your life

When you find that you're always lonely

For a love we used to share

Just call my name, and I'll be there.

Who knows who?

A year ago, a friend of mine sent me a humor mail containing different comic strips and verses about corporate morale. Money talking or not, human behaviors still play the businesses orchestra, whether it is a small retail store business, an insurance company, manufacturers or even government. People begin to lose the idea of working hard to get "there", why? It is so much easier to get promoted if you know who to "tickle". They master their creativity into pleasing their superiors by learning so much about this person. What's worst? It has nothing to do with the corporation but rather the "in-corporation" that always play a louder music and always gets all the attention.


In my personal professional experience in the health-care industry, I have established my credibility as an employee by working so unbelievably hard and perform the tasks I was assigned to do to the highest quality. I, not only learned the job but mastered it. Through the years I have received over a dozen of recommendation letters from providers, consultants and co-workers. My experiences in the area of Health Information Management somehow made it easy for me to get hired for the same position for decades. However, getting promotion was out of the question as my intelligence and capabilities are obviously not the "criteria" needed to get the advancement I deserve. Simply because....I don't kiss ass! Wow, i said that loud, didn't I? In my working environment, a good observant will be able to determine who the "disciples" are. You sometimes will see them parading in the workplace like a "mafia". Are they all exemplary employees? Well, depends on what area we're pertaining to. Working it in or working it out?


A business won't last, may shine for a while but won't last unless the morale practices involve use of better judgments on assigning people to perform the work needed to get done. The economy needed people who can make it survive not who can go around it. Each role in a particular business operation is significant and each position must function to it's appropriate level of performance to keep a clean and progressive business operation. The mainframe of any enterprise or administration is staffing. There are lots of qualified honest employees and people who really have good potential to learn and perform adequately once given the opportunity, far more ethical and skilled. As long as someone in the corporate administration keep the nepotistic practice to its exaggeration, no business operation will last.



(here's a borrowed clip for your entertainment)

http://www.berro.com/entertainment/corporate.htm

http://www.authorstream.com/Presentation/Lilly-10339-Corporate-Lessons-CORPORATE-LESSONS-corporate-lessons-ppt-powerpoint/

Why Write and Paint?

Did anyone ever wonder why people write things? Obviously, a writer writes for a lot of different reasons. For instance, to inform others of some facts; to remind themselves of what to do next; to set regulations or procedures on some things or even just to share their thoughts.

I never thought I could write poetry or even short stories. In my high school, I used to write plays for our English Literature projects and in college I am the highest in class for essay writing. It is a funny thing now I couldn’t even get to write at least one sensible essay for my CBEST examination for a teaching credential. Poetry is something I could easily come up with. However, lately I just couldn’t write. Writing on my blog-page “Expression” is really helping when things play in my head and I couldn’t get it in lines of rhymes.

I also write for reasons. One main reason is to express myself when I couldn’t believe one would be able to understand over a sit down coffee conversations where my tangents shoot or how my heart aches. There were times when I couldn’t rationalize my own emotions myself, I just feel them, accept them and even try harder to understand them. Writing them would be so much easier than explaining them. Most of the times I feel invisible and I get frustrated when nobody seemed to see me, hear me or feel me., just as how I have written it in “Fantasy” At least through poetry, musings or even paintings, I have the freedom to say things about it or even illustrate it and don’t have to feel aggravated by the hypocrisy of a recipient of my actions or facial expressions.

Living today’s life isn’t simple and easy anymore. Most people are farther more attentive to worldly needs and familiar things than giving time to tap within their own soul and try to get to know the absoluteness of others. What I meant is we interact with each other based on how we could mutually satisfy our physical senses and not how our spirit could engage with one another. This is something I could hardly explain to others. When I wrote my poem “Elements of Life” and have people read it, most of them described it as “cerebral” and still they couldn’t grasp the message in its entirety. When it simply mean how a physical element that can be touched and seen be metaphorically symbolizes something that can’t be seen but felt and known if one will just take the time to appreciate the events and the God’s given life itself.

One should be able to know more about me through my poetry. This is also one of the reasons why I write… to be known, to be seen, to be felt. It doesn’t have to be now. I may be long gone from this world before someone could say…”So this is who she really was and who else knew?” During my "breathing" time, most people probably see me as a geek goddess who get her hips wider sitting, either in front of the computer and type “stuff” or Chinese sofa table and paint “craps”. However, I know better that in the future, someone will keep my works and will treasure them and hopefully will have them pass on as my legacy. They aren’t worth for museums, galleries or even reader’s digest, but they are fragments of my behavior and personality when put together become a what I am all about.

I have saved all my writings and my arts and still have not thought about whom I am going to entrust them to. I was hoping my own child but I no longer see that possible. So for now, I am still creating and writing with my invisibility and time will come my creations will resurrect me and then I will finally be seen.