Biography of Inner Whispers
I prefer no penname but InNer WhisPers (aka Greca) . Grew with a will to accept challenges in life. Has interest of seeking the beauty of being a human molded by many struggles of fulfilling my dreams.
Am now a freelance photographer, working underground secretly. And until now i don't stop dreaming of beautiful colors i can portray with my works. And all of you whom I met and will be meeting give me inspiration. I see to it that I visit each of ur profile and let myself be fascinated with your works too. Indeed, we are all part of arts and poetry in our own ways...
I have been working in no time...not limiting myself to write whenever I get new ideas. And i'm really trying to be responsible being. And sharing my inner thoughts is a privilege I can't hold.
I took up criminology, computer programming and into photography and swarovski/jewelry art designing (entrepreneur) .
I admire the sun so much as it rises in the east and sets in the west...amazing colours!
Life is great. The body cooperates with the mind and I have a great heart for every positive way of life. I hate judgmental people. Each is unique. Each has songs hidden in their inner depths of inner thoughts. I believe in freedom of expression yet I still believe that there are words better kept than said. I am a very vulnerable woman though unpredictable and extraordinary sometimes but I feel the same as any human being who believes in lOve, hopes and dreams.
Poems are the songs of our soul...Sometimes our mirror of who we are or the inner wantings of our soul. Anyone can be a poet. Shakespeare's spirit resides to each one of us. We just have to listen from our inner whisper of our inner thoughts...
I am not a good poet as great as anyone here but I have in me the blood of being a poet that comes within my heart and soul...An exhaust from the real world... expressing the occurences of my imaginations, wants, desires, weaknesses, strengths, love, lust, beliefs and dreams...exercising freedom of expression.
Hope you read between the lines... Thanks for reading!
TIDBITS OF InNer WhisPers
My beauty regimen as an artist is seeing the world through creative eyes. I try to stay positive and remove negative clutter from my head. Reading a lot has helped me see and analyze situations from different prospective. What makes up my creative routine is the love of observing people and non-verbal messages they send through their body movements. I can paint especially when there's music around in the background. I'd like to teach art to children and the lessons have kids taught me is to enjoy the simple things in life, to take more risks, and most of all, to love more and judge less. I still don't enjoy wearing high heels but I wear them on events. I never wore make up, I'd like to write scripts, play guitar, record an album. Been always challenge my control on nude session paintings 'coz it takes hours to do so...there's so much possibility-the sky is the limit!
I like to focus on being healthy and doing things that makes me happy. If I feel like I look at my best then I'm not going to change who I am, no matter what people may demand of me. I'd respect their opinions but what matters most is what I believe who really I am. I've learned to accept that I have something no one else has and it's awesome! What's important is that I am doing what I love and am proud of it.
Inner Whispers Poems
! ! T A N I K A L A
Walang laya niya'ng ginugol ang kahapong pait ang hatol Tanikala'ng nag-uugnay sa kabiyak ng kaluluwa ay naputol, Huminto sa pagtakbo, ngatal na napaluhod, humagulgol Ano ba'ng dusa ito, tanikala'ng ginamit, bakit kinalawang at napurol?
! H A M O G
Gabi... Dalaw ng pangungulila. Pilit na ipininta sa kwadro ng gunita...
! S I N A G
Sa papasikat na araw, ako ay nakatingin Libo-libong kulay ang nakapinta sa panginoorin, Kasabay ng pamamayagpag ng tandang, unti-unting tumambad sa paningin Ang pagsabog ng kanyang liwanag, tuluyang ginapi ang dilim!
* Inosente...Pa Rin Ba?
Sipunin si Nene noong una ko'ng masilayan At sa paglalaro ng tayaan-pung tila walang kamalayan, Kahit pa nga ba panloob ay lawlaw, garter ay maluwang Wala siyang pakialam kahit na makitaan, tumiwangwang!
! Walang Paglagyang Agam-Agam
Batid ko, sa taghoy ng katahimikan mo Bakas sa ihip ng hangin ang nakakunot na noo, Samyo ng nagbabagang hangin ng AGAM-AGAM Hindi mapigilang sakit ng di malamang pakiramdam.
! K A T A L
Pag-sulong ng oras at araw ay lubhang kaybagal Daig ang labing tatlong taong lumipas na kaytagal Pag-hihintay sa totong pag-ibig, wagas na pagmamahal Di man inlintana, malamig na lugar, MAINIT NA KATAL.
! ! S I D H I
Tumatakbo siya sa parang ng kawalan Matinding sikat ng araw, tumuyot sa kanyang lalamunan, Masalsal na paghinga, tibok ng puso'y naghabulan Paligid ay tila limbo, umiikot, bumibilis ang pag-inog!
* Doble - Kara...Nga Ba?
Puso ko'y doble - kara nang mahalin kita natutong umasam, magtiwala sa tamis ng iyong pagsinta, subalit nabahiran ng pangamba at kawalang pag-asa nang ako'y umibig, puso ko'y nahati sa dalawa!
! Will You...Hmn...Will You?
If I am there beside you, will you hold my hand, kiss it with tender grace and with eyes that comprehend? Will you touch my hair that fall on my cheeks swept by air in perfume scent and fix?
* Mahal Kita, Alam Mo...
PAG-IBIG NA UMAAPAW... Sa aking pagharap sa salamin sa bawat umaga Ninanais ng puso kong sa bawat nagdaang gabi ikaw ang kasama
Malakas na lindol ang kumawala, nayanig ang bansa, intensity 8 ang umariba lintik na earthquake di napigilang kumawala noong Hunyo1990 ata, tama ba?
! ! ! Anino Ng Kandilang Naupos
Halik sa kandila ng malamlam na dilaw na apoy sabay ng usal ng panalangin ‘di mawari…
! ! Same Rhythm With Nature Frogs
There on the couch she snoozes and lay Easing her back from a tiresome day, Put on music to entice her imaginations And there in the forest she found herself in deep hallucination...
* Handog Ko'Y Kahirapan Nga Ba?
Ilang milyong hakbang na ang aking nagawa Payak na yapak, sa lansangan buhay ay tinahak, Bitbit ko ay Ginebra, pamatid-uhaw sa pagal na kaluluwa Nagbabakasakaling mapawi nito ang hangaring guminhawa.
Time doesn't wait
It comes. It goes
Life is but a race against time
Or is it?
Or are we just imagining that it is so?
For in truth we can choose
To run after time and exhaust ourselves
Or let time flow