Mr Meowmers

This is a sad story...




:)

MarcAndAngel

It's been two weeks that i have subscribed to this blog via RSS in Google Reader:

http://www.marcandangel.com/

The wisdom flowing from it is like a balm that soothes the soul and mind.

Go and read it carefully.



MAC

Of Love and waiting

A text message...

"Love may take long.
But it will always take you to where you belong.
Just hold on and enjoy the journey.
No need to hurry because your heart will know when it's finally home.
Learn the perfect time so that you may discover that all the pain found in waiting has a magnificent and awesome purpose.
In God's time, you will fall in love for the right reason with the right person. When that time comes, love will be worth the wait, the tears, the pain.
Then you'll forget you've ever waited."



Fowarded ;)



MAC

piece of advice: Proverbs 19:14

After all the howdy's and all the intricate normalcy of hi's and quo mo esta's,

My friend texted....

"Read Proverbs 19:14"


Fasho, it never occurred to me that it does apply. Just keep on supplicating.

:)

And i never texted back. Contented that i may now enter dreamland.

MAC

Of something intense (sonnets and sleep)

I've been indulging to Shakespeare's sonnets lately in order for slumber to seep in to my veins - like an anti dote to counter the day's and time's savages.


Nothing in particular really mends in place the strands of thoughts running through my head all at once. Except that, i'm trying to think back of this sonnet i've read back in high school or prolly back in my elementary days. I couldn't place exactly the Roman numeral for it but something hit me like a deja vu as i read thru this sonnet CXVI.... like a nerve was impinge somewhere, driving me in to a melancholic stupor. And here it goes...

Sonnet CXVI

(by Shakespeare)

Let me not the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments, love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds

Or bends with the remover to remove

Oh no! It is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken

It is the star to every wandering bark

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken

Love's not Time's fool

Though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours or weeks

But bears it out even to the edge of doom

If this be error and upon me prov'd

I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd

Personally, i'm quite enjoying reading the verses. It tries to calm the waters deep down, smoothing something that has been dormant, those things left unsaid, things that are now part of the photographic memory lane.

This sounded corny, but of Thee may grant the wishes of my heart. And i guess, there's no stopping this time. :)

MAC