February 18, 2011 1 Comment
Here is another poem which I wrote last year.
I wonder what made me write these poems. This was actually part of a requirement for a literature class, but I believe this is still worth sharing with you all.
Perhaps naa pa tingali masakitan hangtod niining higayona tungod sa mga desisyon nga basin og wa’ nila buhata kaniadto.
An epiphany of dreams so longed for
In a scheme of things coveted for
Dispels a rancor of things existing
In a world bruised by my folly
Trampled by wretched despair and
Obliterated by the shadows of naught.
Like the dulcet singing of birds yodeling melodious hymns
Of praise and thanksgiving and adoration to Him
Who is my master plotter and schemer
I will continue to sing my song forever
In search for something higher
Even if Beelzebub continues to put the beasts’ marks and pester.
Although my hands are unworthy
Disgraced, horrid and filthy
The scythe of my raucous rancor
I wield supposedly, now I drop
To lay cornerstones, weave dreams and to erect fortresses
With the succor of a Being as mighty as there is the mightiest fortress.
Now I stand alone
Between the welcoming arms of despair in a wide avenue
And the ubiquitousness of the small alleys of hope
I will be the audacious soul
Who comes not with might nor with height
But with naked humility
I will greet my Lord with my song and sing:
“O Immaculate Immortal Being, behold,
here I come
To welcome you with joyful pain
In the scheme of what is and what may.”