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Pen
_____________

The radiance of my pen was already ebbed
My outcry seem now, not that much effective
But this could not be the hindrance for me to go on
For as long as my pen breath I won't ceased

But foe owed a vigor and have a lot of arms
That it needs a miracle for them to be ruined
But as a mark of history, armor was defeated by a pen
That wisdom count most than those of precious gem

But now indeed the battle was not mostly of war
Instead a disease that ruled the heart of many earthlings
That thy deeds sound very earsplitting
Do I have enough ink to calm their flame?

But maybe this time I was destined to be defeated
For I am weak and one breath away to death
Oh sky!  I should be dead! But this i'm quite sure
That my pen will continue to battle....


written: June 14, 2001 @ 9:00 AM

Mysterious Aries
Drawing images using some words
Telling some stories that are unheard
Stealing the moment, freezing the time
Killing the beast that vultures the mind

Spilling blood, the pen is our knife
Collecting traces from this mysterious life
Connecting dots to create a line
Polishing stones to make it shine

Our words are riddles, a must to decode
Giving multiple key for them to unload
The meaning of some could make readers insane
If wrongly unlock it will conquer their brain

We are a shape-shifter just like the cloud
Painting angels and demons to enlighten the crowd
Hoping they’ll listen to our joy and our pain
Wishing they’ll get the lesson of our every rain



11/03/2015
Mysterious Aries
solEmn oaSis Nov 2015
dapat tayo ay merong isang pag-big
nasyon
na walang kaukulang ano mang
limitasyon
kahit mahirap o mayaman iisa ang
ipaglaban
itaguyod ang pagiging makatao't
makabayan

" *wala na ngang hihigit pa sa pagbubuwis ng sariling buhay

para sa pagtatanggol sa ating Inang Bayan! "
my sincere acknowledgement to Miss Dan Mills and unto Dead lover!!
i know...both of you, knows about this italic and bold format ;)
" I am happy " ,,, Celebration time!! Congrats!
i mean, you know! you know what i mean
solEmn oaSis Nov 2015
***
in
a
trip
to
The
PROS
And
­
CONS
let
us
not
be
rude
neither because of my pen why she comes nor my tongue has not yet done
in saying straight to the point...that.. " for her,, i'm not a vagabond "
someday i will get back
bouncing through a poem
just for you my kind of woman!
announcing a "single syllable word"
from start to end.

#shapeofapparition101
solEmn oaSis Nov 2015
IKA-9 NG NOBYEMBRE, 2 MIL QUINCE TAONG KASALUKUYAN
KASALUKUYAN AKO NAGMUMUNI KUNG KAILAN AT ILAN
ilan pa kaya sa inyo ang sa akin ay naniniwala
naniniwalang kaya ko pang magpatuloy
magpatuloy sa aking mga adhikain
adhikain na nagsisilbing inspirasyon
inspirasyong bumubuhay sa aking mga anak
mga anak na gagabay sa ating pagtanda
sa ating pagtanda...tanging hiling ko,tayo ay buo pa rin
buo pa rin ang pananampalataya,pag-ibig at pag-asa
pag-asang maituturing na ginto sa loob ng kahon
loob ng kahon na siyang daanan ng mga mensahe
mensaheng dapat ingatan at gawing pribado
pribado na hindi tulad ng aking buhay
aking buhay na nakasalalay sa mundo ng mga makata
makata ng bawat lahi na minsan nang pinag-apoy ang mitsa at tuloyang*  nagningas
nagningas hanggang sa pumutok  ang araw
ANG ARAW NG KASARINLAN ay KASAYSAYAN ng KALAYAAN!
kalayaang makapagpahayag ng sariling himig at pahiwatig
nitong aking IKA-DALAWAMPU'T ISANG TULA
TULANG PINAMAGATAN KONG
=_ PAANYAYA AT PASINAYA _=
i proudly present to you my 21st presentation
of my emotion beyond the caption...
here in Hello Poetry,,
i found my self unselfishly!
though each one of us,
attending our own world sometimes.
  Nov 2015 solEmn oaSis
Maria Etre
I found myself wasted
literally
I was outward and true
I was fearless and sometimes blue

I found myself wasted
consumed by my favorite drink
happy I am able to click

I found myself wasted
befriending everyone
oblivious to their intentions

I found myself wasted
wasting..no not wasting
enjoying the night

I found myself wasted
I wish everyone
can be wasted
so they can
remove
that ugly
facade
that
keeps you
from
me
  Nov 2015 solEmn oaSis
Paul Butters
People like that I speak plain.
They don’t like when poets are vain.
Hope they love this little refrain.
Think I’ll do it, again and again.

Flowery language isn’t always for me,
I keep my verses wandering free.
Simple words do hold the key,
So a sapling becomes a tree.

Paul Butters
A few nice rhymes.
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