Own Kind

Own Kind

In the void of flower and torns,
Im thankful you are neither those.
Nor rose or morning glory,
You are one of your own kind,
My own flower that bloom before the spiring,
Yet, never wilted in the winter.

In the void of thunderstorm and sunny,
Im thankful you are neither those.
Nor harm those that surround or giving full power for people to take granted for,
You are one of your own kind,
My own weather that wouldnt change even at night,
Yet, remain the same everyday and after.

In the void of emotions and feelings,
Im thankful you are neither those,
Nor there rage to long to hold or the cheer that just presumed the others,
You are one of your own kind,
My innerself that I always improved,
Yet, you cheerish this imperfect me the most.

My My MAN

My My Man

When I said I love you

He just nod or reply with "em"

My my man with not many words of love

Still, in his action I found love

There I knew I in his heart. 

When I said take care ,

He replied "em" and asked me to take care of myself.

My my man that seem like he doesnt care,

Still, in his action I found them,

There I knew he is my number one fan. 

When I mess my life,

Never ever did he lay his hand,

On my cheek or on my hand,

Never ever did he beat me out of my crap,

My my man with not many words of advice,

Still, in his action I found myself,

There I knew I am his life.

Seldomly I heard his prayer,

Wander if I ever in one of his list,

My my man with the faith of mustard seed,

He committed it in silent,

Still, in his action I found my strength,

There I knew I am his prayer item. 

He might not the perfect man,

But he is my perfect king.

In his imperfection, 

In his silent,

In his action,

I found three those things,

Hope, Faith, and Love. 

And most importantly he teaches me love.

One that will stay against all odd. 

My my man, my father, my Pa. 

"Action speaks louder than words". 

He is that kind of my my man.

Happy Father's Day Apa.

You always be my my man. 

June 16, 2151 (Sunday)