"Alone I stood
waiting for that special someone
to come and find me.
And there I waited.
An eternity had passed, it seemed,
and no one came for me.

A lonely heart no longer felt alone
Time passed me by and healed old wounds.
So there I remained standing.
And still, no one came for me.

A body without a heart,
blood as cold as ice,
the fear of pain is gone
and dreams of love have died.
I stood tall as a skyscraper,
I felt strong as a rock
And yet, I stood there waiting...

I closed my eyes and a farewell
to the world I bid.
Only my eternal journey was interrupted--
From God's lips to my ears, I heard Him say:

"Wait my Child. Your life I cannot take.
For one who has not loved, a life they
have not lived."

And so with His blessing,
on Earth I still remain,
waiting for you to find me "

I love you bhingg...i miss you so much...

please god let my heart be at peace...

***i'll wait for you in the other side of our rainbow***

"Hitch in Hell”

Hot tropical sun,
Blue sky and humid air,
Foul smell of dead body is everywhere
Young lives wasted and lost forever.
Marching seems like it will never end,
Young lad’s body was stomped
His college ring and watch were looted,
And the only treasure he had,
Tucked in his boots
Safe from the enemy,
Was the old picture of Laura,
His only love.
Death is everywhere
But the young men kept on going
Even a mango tree down the hill
Was one of their goal just to keep on marching,
Marching, marching and marching,
On their sides were the forces of evil.
With their dignity and honor
Being stripped by the enemy,
For them to surrender is to die
Lower than a lap dog,
Treated like a fly….
Their throat was dry,
Water was scarce,
Body was beaten
And no will to fight.
Is this hell?
Is there hope?
Their faces were blank,
Just marching and marching,
Oh, there goes a scream
Another man was bayoneted.
Under the hot Bataan sun,
A young soldier was buried,
With his heart still beating.
Walking on the dirt road and tall grass,
These young warriors were surrendered
By their country to buy time.
The enemy might have crushed them
But their spirits and dignity
Will stay forever.
My hearts cry for them,
Wishing they could be save
But this march
Is what a man calls?
“My hitch in hell!”

By. Jane Mayen Bais