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Into The Woods

~

I advance onwards

Deeper, deeper into the woods.

A search for, an escape from.

To chase, or to run away.

 

To seek

Deeper, deeper into the woods

To try to understand. Perhaps.

 

I leave the familiar landscapes

Of my every day roads ~

The street signs,

The white marks, and yellow.

The lamp posts in the corner of the street,

The structures that lined my way

Like the waving of your hands 

That used to beacon me home

In my every day travels,

Now fading in the background

After I let go of your grip

That changed gestures driving me away.

 

Tears clouded my vision

But I need to move forth

Deeper, deeper into the woods.

No turning back.

 

I left the compass, and the map behind,

Safe in a chest where I keep the memories.

I brought only, an empty pouch

To stock things I would collect

From places unknown,

And strings to bind together

The twigs, and pieces of woods

I come to gather,

As I journey to the territories untamed

Deeper, deeper into the woods.

 

I am here to forget,

And also to  find a place to re-call the past clearly.

To connect the fragmented pieces

Of the quilt of the story

And to toss away what’s not needed.

To find time to sew  the vignettes together.

To find out how the complete picture appears

With new eyes, how the story goes

From a different perspective. Perhaps.

 

Here I am, a woodsman in a modern world,

A hermit in the jungle of people,

Wandering around the untamed highways;

Lost in the towering reeds of concrete and steel

Finding refuge in the man-made caves

That cost me my savings

To pay an over-night stay ~

Even the kindly service tagged with a price. Sigh.

 

The discomforts I paid to purchase comfort

In my entry to the lush forest of new discoveries

Where some keys are scattered

That would open me new doors of understanding

Deeper, deeper into the woods.

 

In the grounds of the forest are small packages

Of  seeds that encapsule wisdom.

They are gifts of the towering trees

From their fruits that mellowed with time.

They have seen both

The wider view of the lowlands,

And the best view of the heavens.

 

I am here to collect the seeds

To fill the pouch I carried for that purpose.

From these seeds I wanted to grow another forest

Where another wanderer from onother time

Would collect and sow them again, on and on

 

I trod deeper,

Deeper into the woods

Picking remnants of beauty of the past

Blending with the modern aesthetics,

Like an architecture

Built along the shore.

The reflection of its glass structure

Captured by the placid lake

At noon time

Create such a lovely contrast ~

 

Like a bird perched on a metal pole,

The blooms against the skyline,

A fountain in the middle of a busy street,

Like me, a waif in this streets away from home

Trying to blend in the landscape

Gathering woods in the not so common place

For a woodgatherer,

But I have used up my strings

In the bundles of woods of ideas

I gathered, enough to fuel my creations

From here

 

For you

 

It is time to return home.

~

Jeques, Milwaukee. July 30 to August 1, 2010. From his “Traveler’s Soliloquies” poetry collection.

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Caught in the Moment

 
 
Dust settled,
The beating of the drums
Faded in the distance.
Chaos succumbs
To peace.
I am here
.
Caught in the moment
 
Not a ripple in the pond ~
Waters placid ~
Bowers’  reflection
Caught in its stillness. 
I am here
.
Caught in the moment
 .
Listening to the acoustical
Silence of the white bell
Serenading me with its
Sweet charm
 

"Gift of Home, The White Bell" pen and pencil on paper made some mornings during my recent vacation. Jeques, 2010

Wires Faded
In the backdrop
Walls unnoticed
Barriers forgotten,
Heartaches freed
Echoes of old sad stories
Replaced with fresh pages
Of new chapters.
I am here, and now
.
Caught in the moment
.
Today,
The silent ringing
Of the white bell
Signals a beginning
Of stories newly born
Taking shape
To florish
To be told

The White Bell clinging, rising, blooming embellishing the wire fence home

Hope surmounts the fences
Words demolished the barricades
Joy overtakes sadness
Shortcomings forgotten
Love prevails.
I am here
.
Caught in the moment
.
Healed and blossoming
Watching the reflections
Captive on the page of my heart
Caught in its stillness
.
I am here.

"Gift of Home: The White Bell," pen and pencil on paper of the white bell in bloom I wanted to take back to chicago, but I can't, so I drew it cpative on paper to take the gift with me anywhere in the world. Jeques, 2010

—–

Jeques, 2010. From his Traveler’s Soliloquies poetry collection.


“Amistad”(Friendship)

 

"Amistad" Pen and ink on paper by Jeques(drawing and poem started while waiting for his flight to the Philippines, 02082010 and was completed and polished in his return to Chicago)

I searched your eyes

Amid the souls

That flock the streets

I travel.

 

Where were you?

 

Among the lips

That sipped the juice

Of simple joy

I offer

 

How would I single out

Your smile?

 

I ride the tides

To ambiguous blue

With hopes

To find you

 

Where were you?

 

The isles dissolved,

And lost my hope

To see you

 

Where would I find

Your waiting arms?

 

I climb the mountains

But the fogs had seized you;

I reached the summit

And you’re not there

 

Where were you?

 

When the rains

Washed away everything

Down the mountains

 

Would you catch my tears

In the streams?

 

I left the stars

And slept in the cradle

Of the waning moon

 

Where were you?

 

In dark nights

When dreams didn’t visit

My sleep

 

Would I catch a glimpse

Of you at daybreak?

 

I search your eyes

Amid the souls

That flock the streets

I travel.

 

I guess I’d be forever this way

Til the day I catch true friendship

In the eyes

 

Until the day

When fate lay on my empty hands

The gift of ‘Amistad’

 

Where were you?

 

Jeques, 2010. From his “Traveler’s Soliloquies” poetry collection.

 


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to my home land:

 

The Philippines

 

 

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Boracay Island, Philippines

Returning to the sea ~
Communing with all its elements.
I’m home . . .

first stop - tattoo

It's nice to be back!


Around Visayas

Festivals Around Visayas in one place.
One Visayas. All the fun in one festival!

Dinagyang Costume of Iloilo during One Visayas

Around Visayas in one place


The Pictures Speak

Before I gain weight

Before wrinkles set in

Before grey hair overtakes my crown

Before aging claims my youthful spirit . . .

 

Here I am, 37, single and Happy!

Jeques, 37, single and Happy!

 Weaving memories from colorful yarns of fun reuniting with old friends and family back home.

 Let the pictures speak . . .

My mother welcoming me home

breakfast at home after years of being away

fun in the sun!

going green

shared fun is doubled

shared laughter

communing with nature

to take part in praise of nature

ethereal moment

moments you wish would freeze

nature's gift

gift of the river

calming and free

relaxing and free

peace and quiet

such a great escape from the freezing winter of Chicago


New York: What You Mean To Me

 

The places we visit are like peepholes we take a peek, revealing parts of a bigger picture of the journeys we take. This is what New York showed me. I visited the place for the first time last year, but it felt like I was there forever.

 

Land of childhood dreams

                                  Hedged in by enormous seas

                                                                           Damselfly alights

 

Have you ever had thought so strong it follows you all through life? I have. It is incessant and tarry as the  waves to the shore that come, and go, and come back in erratic intensity of currents taking me back, up, down and forth.

Years back, I wrote this haiku piece included in my Filipino Immigration collection and  New York, I have to confess, was the place in mind when I wrote it. I had a strong feeling even then, though I didn’t know exactly when, that one day I’m going alight on to its grounds like the damselfly and walk its streets where my dream arrived ahead of me. For somebody who lived in the other side of the world, it was a dream that for years I half-believed, but after January 17, 2009, with all my heart, I now do.

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I first saw America in a postcard, in a picture of a snowy Time Square, New York and visited the place countless times in my thoughts. I’m not sure who owned that card, or who sent it to whom and from where, but I think of it now an invitation sent by my fate from the future to come to a place. An enticement I ignored, or perhaps I turned down at some point doubting possibilities, but the invitation ever haunting.

Years after, I arrived in Chicago and saw snow for the first time. I walked the streets in many snowy days, and my thought of the christmas card would return, unreeling in waves and waves of flashback  like an old film but the picture always incomplete, not until last year, when fate put me exactly in that old picture of the postcard I once viewed as a child. My dream and I converged in Time Square where all the elements conspired, and felt the snow the way the child thought it should feel melting on my face when I  arrive to answer that long time invitation.

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I really thought my many years of incessant thoughts of New York ended when I finally answered its invitation. But I fear, No! I left many stones unturned with my brief weekend visit last year that continue to frequent my reveries, courting me with new angles of possibility. This is what New York mean to me now. For many years, it’s something impossible and far away, and when I reached to touch its grounds, it remained mystical and distant. I felt ignored during my visit. I even wonder it  noticed my presence. Perhaps it’s my fault for ignoring the invitation too long that fate have forgotten about the christmas card and didn’t recognize me when I finally stepped into the picture to answer its long time invitation.

 

I love New York

But it didn’t love me back

 

A love that endured

Years of dreaming

And wake up

To walk its streets

For fleeting moment

And temporary bliss

That dissolves

With its rushing time.

 

I chased you

In the fast lanes

Of my recurring dreams.

I run after your affection

In the weekend

I spent with you,

Unnoticed.

 

I love New York

But it didn’t love me back.

 

I contented myself

With passing glances

A vagabond

A tourist

A spectator

A stranger

A passerby

An audience

Until the curtains dropped

And the show ended

When day light shied away

From your night lights.

But that’s when I start to dream,

Again, where you become real.

 

Only in dreams

That I belong to you

And when I trully walk your streets

And leave marks

Of my footsteps

In your heart.

 

Tomorrow,

When you wake up,

I hope you recognize

My footprints

Among the many vagabond

That walked the paths

That meet in the intersection

Where dreams alight

And don’t dissolve

With the fumes

Of your heavy traffic.

 

Only then that my dream

Would really come alive.

New York is one of the places I visited that intrigued me to fathom its relevance to my journey. It is like a hole in a lock where a key would fit one day awaiting to be turned to reveal me many things behind the shut door. I doubt the possibilities no more when fate put me in that picture and walked the streets of the postcard of long ago that gave me the preview of what was to come and in fleeting moments became a surreal reality that weekend. I know I need to come back to complete the story and when I do, I would not leave a single stone unturned.

Our dreams may reside in many different places. Places that would speak to us in many different languages, giving us messages, revealing to us secret codes that would help decipher the mysteries of our journeys.  I wish my pictures would work like the old postcard did to me and reach the eyes and hearts of dreamers to invite, to entice and reassure that dreams still come alive if we believe. And I hope you would answer that invitation soon.

 Don’t make your dreams wait too long.

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Jeques at Stairway to heaven. Time Square, New York, January 2009

 

 

 

 

 


Weekend, Unforgettable!

 

We travel to open our eyes,

Our minds

Our hearts

To the world

Different from our own . . .

@Ramada hotel, Racine WI

to arrive

at kenosha, WI

in the temporary dwelling place

bday @ kenosha, WI

under a roof where many dwellers took shelter 

relaxing @ the harbor, kenosha

to innhale the earth’s fresh breath, of whissling winds and singing lake.

rendezvous with native amrican community

to commune with the locals

with native americans

to be part of her inhabitants

rendezvous with native american community

to belong to her community

inside tepee camp

to reside in her home

tepee camp, kenosha

to feel safe

rendezvous with native american family

to become part of her family

lighthouse, kenosha, WI

to go back in time following the signals of the earth’s light house

18th century canoe at rendezvous

to dock ashore

 pike river rendezvous at kensha

 to anchor in her harbor

 at the lobby, ramada

to find comfort in her warm embrace

taste of wisconsin

to walk her streets

wisconsin's famous cheese products

to taste her produce

 

lunch at down town, racine

to dine on her table

harbor market

to shop in her market

with a great artist in the fair

to buy her products

with young artist bros at the fair, racine

to met up with young artists

young artist with his mom

to befriend her vendors

horse carriage

to ride on life’s carriage

with 18th century americans

to blend with the commuters

train joy ride

take a train ride around town

with the juggler bros

to be amused by performing artists, jugglers

with the juggler bro and nephew

to be child-like again

18th century war

to find that quietude in spite of the turmoil

attack of the pirates

to find internal peace in the midst of the present and ancients wars battling in our heads

kenosha museumto be enriched by the heritage

@lakeshore kenosha, WI

to feel refreshed and renewed

@lakeshore, kenosha

to be reinvigorated body and soul

lovely racine, WI

to thank the heavens for the gracesracine park

to seize the moment

ramada patio

to bless the day

funtaine at racine park

to bathe in the earth’s fountains

racine park

to be reassured we are part of the streams of the universe

racine

to be ready for our next  trips

tryin to row

to sail forth

leaving ramada

to embark in life’s new journey again

on and on.

The destination ever beaconing in the distance

 

We are part of heavens’ immense plans

each one of us is a special thread

that makes up the universe’s colorful tapestries.

 

. . . Their part of the world and mine are no different afterall,

We take shelter in the same roof

Under the same arched skies.

 

(Kenosha and Racine, Wisconsin, July 31 to August 2, 2009)


My Birthday, 2009

Jeques’s Weekend Birthday Getaway, July 31 to August 2, 2009: Kenosha, Wisconsin.

Just the first day, more pictures to come!

jeques 

@kenosha

@kenosha

  

@Ramada hotel, Racine WI

@Ramada hotel, Racine WI

@lakeshore kenosha, WI

@lakeshore kenosha, WI

@lakeshore, kenosha lighthouse, kenosha, WI

lighthouse, kenosha

lighthouse, kenosha

tepee and native american

tepee and native american

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tepee camp, kenosha

tepee camp, kenosha

inside tepee camp

inside tepee camp

 

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