Poem - Weaver's Art

Sorry for being very (100x) late... I was just caught up in reality with studies, recreation, love and such. Here is a poem which I made on July 27, 2008. I was trying to make a sonnet and I have realized making it proved to be very, very difficult. So, I converted my initial sonnet into a poem instead. I hope you enjoy this; the title is: "Weaver's Art".

as spiders weave webs, she sews the view
leaf by leaf, she sought such beaut to be true
the artful eyes deemed seedless upon her
as if fall descends time, her leaves wither

the wood frames such piece into sorrow
though light falls through its dull bow
- an apprentice's masterpiece turns to nil
from just a battle of grandmasters will

as her art branches, try as her hands make,
it stills as thorns and becomes wooden stakes
piercing its beholder's dreams of being epic
as if dreams are flesh and bleeds death quick

her eyes hopeful yet her hands are empty
grasping such a trophy she can only see
slowly, her eyes close up into oblivion
and the shadow of her art fades into dawn

Poem - Her Flower, My Drug

This is an impersonal poem but good (for me). And sorry if there are any misspelled words, I did this for around 15 minutes just to get a post into my blog. I’ll edit it before the next update. ^_^


Her Flower, My Drug

She held it close to her heart
As she dove down the cool waters
Towards Gaia from an endless ocean

A pinnacle where gods get cluttered
Like madmen and dim-witted hooligans
And where men’s eyes fall down

I fall to my knees, I crawl for it
My body hungers for my drug,
The only drug heaven can give

Flowers are all over my eyes yet
I can only go for the flower held
By the angel swimming across the sky

Let me go, oh Earth, let me swim
To your beloved Sky and let me
Touch her cradle, her embrace

Let me suck her flower’s honey
As vampires would do for blood
Let me breathe the air flowers grant

Lovely Sky, be my crevice to hide in
And show me the Eden of your flower
Let me exist in our ecstasy

Poem - Meaning of Life

This is a poem I, still, made in high school. I was fed up with too much love at that time. This is my expression for what I've felt that perceived experience. The title is "Meaning of Life."

Life is all about death and pain
And sweet love comes as the desert rain
Life is predefined in the past and in our youth
But, what it really is, is hidden from the truth

Life is the beginning and end is its death
From a child’s eternity, it has been set
Doom it will bring, for everyone, to all
As time moves on, civilizations will fall

Life is a pain to each entity
From a baby’s birth to eternity
Its pain grasping the heart
Our mind, can’t take it, splits apart

Life is also the giver of that sweet dew called love
Since man was born, he desires it; it he must have
The love given by God, parents and every friend
Yet it is love, there is pain, sometimes it really does end

Life is what I told you – death, love, pain
Through time and ages come, will you still be sane?
Life is the rise and fall of a wave’s beat
Life has meaning to all who see it, to those it shall meet

Poem - Death

Here is another one of my poems from high school. I have wrote many poems about life and death in a good or bad outlook. This one is in a dark way. This is entitled "Death."

It lurks in the deep dark
Even in this world of light
It may leave a terrifying mark
That shatters your hearty sight

IT has evolved through generations
From an ignorant baby to a slaughterer
All over it has its dominations
As the greatest life reaper

A monster yet a guide
To your sweet Nirvana
Or someone who takes your side
To the fire-infested Hellena

Its smile will give you a fearful frown
Its voice will give you a cold chill
Its gaze will make you look down
Yet to others, a terrible thrill

Be fearful of its eyes
Still, empty and shattering red
Screaming of its victim’s cries
Till you are dead, dead, dead

Be powerless of its voice
Full of beauty and cold evil
Mysteriously and silently a noise
Till you’re soul is gone and shriveled

Be depressed of its smile
Sharp, slimy and blue
Making you so fragile
Till you’re not you

Yes, Death is in the midst
Be careful and be patient
It might be man or beast
You might be its next client

Just remember to fear nothing
‘Cause you’ll be one of us
It’ll give you a slashing
You’ll die and become dust

Yes, you are next!
And you’ll surely cry
Your body will be totally flexed
And then you’ll die.

Poem - Hide & Seek

This is a poem I made at my last year at high school and it is the only poem that got published in my high school magazine. Hope you enjoy it

“Hide & Seek”

Last night, I scarcely heard
Him who speaks the Holy word
I heard from Him, the light
Yet I can’t forego, I can’t fight

For the shadow that engulfs my soul
Is pitch-dark of a dead coal
It covers my toes to the top of my brow
Grasping my heart, beating so slow

Again, I heard Him clearly
When He was seeking for me
I felt His goodness, His power
Though, I must yield fear, I cower

For the shadow blinds me,
Petrifies me like a stone-like tree
Cold and frozen to the bone
Silent, sad and all alone

He who speaks the Holy word
Call me last and call me third
When the light comes, stay with me
So I can be what you want me to be

Yesterday, I heard Him shout
The words from His mouth
And darkness came for me to dare
I stepped forward and I wasn’t scared

For the shadow that engulfs my soul
Is crawling away at the level of my sole
My spirit purified and my mind enlightened
My heart unburdened, thoroughly lightened

My soul freely roams this earthly Eden
And God is with me, partly hidden
He will protect me, no need to worry
For in Him, eternal is glory

Rushing Speed, Pain

Poems again hehe

I present you two short poems – Rushing Speed and Pain – that I wrote in my high school days. I think around my sophomore and junior years.

Rushing Speed

A light flashes across the eye
Like a star winks from Heaven’s sky
Simple and quick yet impulsive
Feel the rhythm and you’ll believe

Overwhelming velocity
Rushing forward critically
Running high to soul’s reaction
From passion to an obsession

Energy drains, still strength remains
Rushing through hills, mountains and plains
Stiff bones are strained and cold sweat rains
Endure the pain and life sustains

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Pain

My heart throbs of pain
A source of sorrow
A death made of chain
Never to let go

A simple tradition
A complex addiction
Can’t stop aching inside
I have to leave your side

I can’t leave you
But I need to
Waving goodbye
Regretful lie

Now I’m ready,
I am all set
To go my way
At my glory’s death

This poem is one of my masterpieces. It has a good choice of words to be as accurate as it can be to the experience and, one can say, this is a very grand introduction to a greeting. :-)
(Note: I wrote this in my high school days)

This poem is entitled "Birthday."

This day makes you extraordinary
And even if your mood might vary
This day passes on with great dignity, hidden
Only in the frame of your heart could it be seen

Of the psyche and heart, feel its masterpiece
In the center, nurtured by still silence and peace
The scenery of your soul, the core of life
Your why of surpassing the everyday strife

Only a minute piece can be described and defined
For everything else is so intricate to the mind
It is as if you're in the axis of every character
And it is as if every fragment matters

The complexity of one's time and how one grows
Is like the countless stars at night and the petals of a rose
Each one has its own sense and each one means something
But when each piece is united to a whole, it is everything

This day is that masterpiece, that extraordinary, that complex
A day where dreams and moments seem to stretch, to flex
Bursting with hope yet restoring to its original form
But with the awareness of daily life's sweet storm

This one-of-a-kind day is just for you, letting you know
It never repeats; for today's once is a memory tomorrow
So, may I make this day more radiant, more sentient, more anew
Let this words remain in your heart, "Happy Birthday to you"

I have posted a few blogs but I have been blogging for 1 year or so... but on different blogs which I don't know the password or email I've used, maybe lost emails. hehe

So, I'll reintroduce myself (In VB6 programming language, that is ReDim) hehe :-)

I love programming especially on the Visual Basic Series. I have the introduction and basics on C/C++ and Java but didn't go further in studying those languages. Relating to languages, I grew up on English and Tagalog through my education and family. My family is pure Filipino but, in all our conversations, I found English easier to speak and write than anything. I had to analyze when it comes to speaking the local languages.

I have written essays in my high school days but stopped due to its innocence (no conflict)
I always thought of a utopia but that's not reality. I have my childhood fantasies but I, being a young adult, have to stick to reality and keep moving forward to my priorities in life. If dreams were to be only attached to, then how can I reach them? I have to keep moving forward till I get to the other side of the horizon.

Also, I love making poems - rhyming or free verse. I just need a theme, a past experience or an experience that would happen, and a metaphor. Sometimes, I just need time to make a poem from a minimum of 30 minutes to a week. I will present 2 poems to you at the end of this post. :-) The first would be my very first poem written at 2001 and the second would be a love and frienship poem dedicated to someone special to me in high school. But this poem has touched me not as a dedication or as a link to that someone but as a poem of itself. I love the way it sounds, the way it can be read and how it is made - by happy thoughts.

Again, my poems could be my experiences, another person's experience (some individuals have requested me to make poems for their uses) and other possibilities :-)

Lastly, another thing about me, I like different things. I like "balot" which is uncooked duck egg and other exotic food. When I explain, I don't like complicating and would simplify it further as I can unless I want to complicate it to hide hidden meanings (like some of my poems).

Here are samples of my poem collection (I'll add more in the future):

1.) Broken Love (2001)

I cried for love
in my shadow's tear.
I raised myself above
but swallowed by fear.
I gave you a smile
and you returned.
I gave you trust,
you just turned.
I walked a mile
to forget the past.
I came back for you
just to break my heart to two.

Note: I know the poem is a sad one but when I was making it, I had no relationships nor was I broken hearted then.

2.) Friendship and Fondness (2003)

As you see me today
Remember that for perpetuity
For wherever your path lays
My friendship for you is eternity

This might be my crest foundation
For letdowns and glories to appear
So I'm here to declare my passion,
My fondness for you, my friend, so dear

I'm alive to be your friend
Whatever happens, you're secure
In my heart... It never ends.
By dangers, no one can lure

Yet in reality, there's no finish
To some downbeat force
Even if it comes through, those wishes
But I'm here throughout life's course

I am your friend and this is your day
So, I'm here, as one to tell you
I am your admirer and I say
My friend, I've grown fond of you

Note: The only thing edited in this poem is at the last line of the last stanza which is : "My friend." I changed it to protect myself and to the one who owns the name I replaced.

That's it for now. Tomorrow, I'll share another poem I'd love to share now but I'm a bit sleepy.

G'night to y'all ^_^