Third Eye Testimony

A man of many names;
He came to me today.
Said he flew from the Thames
Thinking like Faraday,
But here, he will be free
To be a nobody.

He once lived in your own land,
Fetching water for him
And driving the unmanned.
He wasn’t who he seemed;
He got away with it.
He’s one man they can’t beat.

He is here and he’s there,
Day and night in somewhere
His pair of feet may care.

He was in their country
To declare their own fight.
If you think like a tree,
He had used their own might
And he left them for dead.
He’s from the Thames, he said.


Thriller Dreams

When you’re bored, then you sleep,
In your dreams, you will write
About mountaints so steep.
You will find Mr. Right
And he will make you jump,
Not over a low ramp …

Jump over the ravine.
Don’t you ever look down.
It’s what I really mean.
Jump, despite all the frown
That they’re giving you two;
They might wanna jump, too.

And there comes the sunrise,
Wake up and be so wise.
Today, write something nice.

At your desk, you will write
About mountains so steep.
She will find Mr. Right,
But you will make him slip
To make a good story;
For readers love worry.

Writer’s Block

He’s like an empty desert,
Straight and without features.
He’s like a rock concert
Where the band ain’t so sure
Whether music shall roam,
Or they will just go home.

He’s like a night of clouds,
No more beautiful stars.
He’s like a big, big crowd,
Faceless and source of SARS.
I wonder how he lives,
But she will surely leave.

He’s the being she can see
When she can’t write any;
There’s no future in he.

Unless she says goodbye
Like a sudden sunrise.
Her life will not pass by
With no words of the wise
When infatuation
Goes to inspiration.

My Story is Finished, but It’s Only 31,810 Words …

Dear readers,
How have you been? I hope that you are still doing fine.

Here is the synopsis for my Camp NaNoWriMo April 2014 novel. The current working title is “From the Human Chain” and it’s in the Thriller/Suspense genre.

It was the final day of summer break in Mount Shepard, a mountain that was known for its tall trees. It was also the final day of vacation for Abe, Joel, Mark, Keanu, Sean, Bennie and Myrtle.They were a group of tourists.

Abe was recently divorced by his wife, who had been blaming him for the death of their son. He was an obese man who loved eating and he wasn’t the traveler type, but he went to the mountain in an attempt to get away from everything and bring his life back into focus.

Joel was the older brother of Myrtle. They used to be orphans, but Joel had grown up and became Myrtle’s surrogate father.

Mark was an adventurer who loved summer and all things concerning adventure. This one summer was bad, though, since his older sister made him look after his nephew, Bennie.

Keanu was unemployed. He had just quit his job in law-enforcement after his assignment failed and he had decided to climb the mountain in order to figure out what he really wanted to do in life.

Sean was a businessman. That was all that he said about himself.

Their tour guide, Shaun, invited them to a picnic on the huge branch of a giant tree. Both the beauty and the thrill about it was attractive. They had a breath-taking view of the lake below the mountain as they were suspended in the air meters from the ground. A place where they can take pictures for priceless memories of a beautiful summer. A place that was not what it looked like.

Suddenly, the branch broke off and all of them fell, clinging to each other. Abe caught another branch on their way to the ground and held on to it as Joel held on to him, Mark held on to Joel, and so on with Keanu, Shaun, Sean, Bennie and Myrtle.

Some of them had to go in order for Abe to save himself, or else all of them would fall to their death. Shaun had to decide fast who would go and who would stay. What do people do in the face of death? Their real personalities come out, the ones that they had been hiding and denying. Some will accept their fate. Some will sacrifice their luck for others. And some will do drastic things to stay alive.

I always prepare a novel outline before writing a novel. I made my novel outline for NaNoWriMo 2013 very long because 50,000 looked very big to me back then, but the novel ended up going beyond 50,000 words. To avoid that from happening again, I made my novel outline for Camp NaNoWriMo April 2014 very short. As it turns out, the novel ended in only 31,810 words. I finished writing “From the Human Chain” on April 25.

I checked the NaNoWriMo forums to see what to do when your novel ends in less words than the goal, and the other novelists advised that you should go back to the beginning of the novel and fill gaps in the plot, add back stories and add plot twists until you reach 50,000 words. Other novelists advised writing separate stories for each character just to give yourself a chance to reconsider certain parts of the novel and adding those stories to the manuscript to reach 50,000 words. I chose to do the latter.

Since finishing the main novel, I have been writing about my protagonist’s past, his family, how his father met his mother and the ups and downs in his parents’ love relationship before my protagonist came around (things that are never mentioned in the main novel). I also plan to write about my villain’s past, his father’s career, his love life, etc. I will not include these back stories when I publish the novel, but I’m thinking of creating a prequel, or a sequel, that features these parts in the characters’ lives.

Thank you for reading. Have a nice day and happy writing.


Photo credit: me.

To Die for You

Very orange and smooth.
You are quiet and sweet,
And the flavor is good.
In this garden, we meet,
But I’ve chosen to stay;
We’re beginning today.

Fresh, green leaves, they surround,
Making the air smell cool.
They make musical sound
As they don’t make fine food.
Dancing in the breezes,
Though sweet taste each misses.

Let’s sit together, dear,
As the silence we hear
When nature is so near.

To be on this hard bench,
It’s white in day and night.
Cover yourself from stench.
Soon enough, I turn white.
I’m with you forever
And leaving you never.

Note: This poem is in response to the NaPoWriMo post titled, “Day 27.” We are given four photographs. We can choose one and we are to write a poem from it. We are allowed to use our own photo, but the first thing that I can think of is the famous 1961 photo of East German soldier Conrad Schumann deflecting into West Germany by jumping over the Berlin Wall (it was still a barbed wire fence at that time). The only problem is that I’ve spent a majority of this month creating poems about war and conflict and I would like to try out other themes. So I just chose the last photo among the four.

It’s the photo of a skeleton who is sitting next to a pumpkin on a white bench in a garden. I found the photo funny as soon as I saw it and it made me think up a story in which someone chose to be the the companion of the pumpkin in the garden forever until he starved to death, rotted and turned into a skeleton. That’s what inspired “To Die for You.” Please pardon my sense of humor.

You can view the photo here.

The Reader

Taken into a world of might and songs,
Long robes that glide on floor, wealthy with grace,
Olden moments that bring image so strong

Horses and men with swords of king who longs
For peace, flowers in fields and pretty face.
A world’s nature that still removes the wrong.

A work by you, delight of words, octaves,
Measure and lines inspire this mind so well.
An art so bright as day and sweet as wine.

You bring my soul into lovely, lil’ raves;
A book fine.

Note: The poem above is in response to the NaPoWriMo post titled, “Day 26.” The optional poetry prompt for us today is to create a curtal sonnet. We are allowed to create poems that don’t rhyme and go outside of iambic pentameter, but I tried to stay within the original rules.

The articles on Wikipedia about this topic are not very complete as of posting this, so I just guessed the missing details. For example, even though a curtal sonnet begins with a sestet, I wrote the sestet of my curtal sonnet in the manner of the octave of a Petrarchan sonnet. Also, Wikipedia doesn’t provide a specific rhyming scheme for the quatrain of a curtal sonnet, so I just copied the rhyming scheme of “Pied Beauty” by Gerard Manley Hopkins (which I read as ABCA).
I hope that I didn’t confuse the whole thing.

Round and Round

He is there in the east.
He is there, he’s rising.
He is there in the mist;
He is there, appearing.
He is there on the roof;
He is there, not aloof.

He is there, overhead.
He is there in the rain,
He is there as we wed;
He is there, shines on grain.
He is there, warming us.
He is there, with the mass.

He is there in their hearts.
He is there in my art.
He is there since the start.

He is there in the sea,
He is there in the waves,
He is there in my dreams,
He is there and he saves.
He is there, everywhere.
He is there, he ain’t there.



Note: The poem above is in response to the post in the NaPoWriMo website titled, “Day 25.” The optional poetry prompt for us is to write a poem that uses anaphora. I did not try to learn how far it can go as suggested in the NaPoWriMo website, but it reached the usual length of my poetry.

Mightier than the Sword

These concrete, they cover
The real structure around.
Bricks, layer-by-layer,
Built to protect the sound;
Do they really protect
As their walls stand erect?

Blocking my dear freedom
Of movement, physical,
But the makers are dumb,
For no walls are mental;
They cannot halt thinking
Of a poet’s dreaming.

They’re forever written
As the villains of men,
Men who write great poems.

Sing, poet in me,
Sing beyond these cold bars
As they make me not free!
Stand up for a real war.
Roosters be awakened;
Words written by my pen.



Note: The poem above is in response to the post on the NaPoWriMo website titled, “Day 24.” The optional prompt for us today is to “write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like.”

Secret Love

It’s all the grated cheese
For the optimum bets.
Reclusive guardian’s miss
Is the cat from Tibet.
Let him hear her purr, purr,
Like the small, great helper.

Simonet has datum.
It’s like a floral dress
Of Sol, the cute mermaid;
It is omnipresent,
But it’s about my tryst
In the cedar cellar.

Spread something else, darling.
Like Reddit, news spreading.
Or else, I’m receding.

He thinks he is Hermes,
Make me like Evita,
The hated, little miss
While he munched on Fita.
Don’t let Simonet say
The love of all my days.

Note: The poem above is in response to the post on the NaPoWriMo website titled, “Day 23.” The optional prompt for us today is make a homophonic translation. I chose these ten lines from a poem by the German composer Carl Orff.

Ecce gratum
et optatum
Ver reducit gaudia.
floret pratum.
Sol serenat omnia.
iamiam cedant tristia!
Aestas redit,
nunc recedit
Hiemis saevitia.

From these lines, I made my homophonic translation to English.

It’s the grated
Bet optimum
Very reclusive guardian
Purr purr
Floral Simonet datum
Sol mermaid omnipresent
Imma cedar tryst
Just as Reddit
Noun receding
Hermes, Evita.

And then I created “Secret Love” out of my homophonic translation. Personally speaking, I think that it’s hilarious.


Very long time ago
In faraway kingdom,
A prince with huge ego
Had made his own fandom
Simply for his own self
Like he was a cute elf.

But people just obeyed
Because he was a prince,
Not ’cause he was unfazed
By dragons, evil queens
And ogres in the woods.
Do nothing great he could.

One day, his mother sang:
Love yourself and love hangs,
Love others, love returns;
This is what a king earns.

So when he became king
With a crown on his head,
He thought about this thing.
Abandoning his dread,
Dread of other people,
Followed her example.

That day, his people sang:
Love himself and love hangs
Love all us, we return
All the love that we earn

Note: The poem above is in response to the post on the NaPoWriMo website titled, “Day 22.” The optional prompt for us is to write a poem for children. My poem is made in the style of a fairy tale.