Showcase - Hello Poetry

Mar 2013

Emanuel Martinez

Criminal Association (Consumerist Agency?)

Does it sting you if I tell you, you're a ******, a thief, and a liar by association?
Sure you've been convicted and you wear your prison tags with pride
This is not a tale, this is not for your entertainment, I'm talking about you!

Wearing your abercrombie and fitch, am I interrupting the call on your iphone!
Sure what you buy has been cleansed to hide the stench of blood and sweat
Do you know where it's made? Do you care about those who made it?

Think you got it bad? Wait until you see factory workers cry!
They can't because their tears dehydrate their malnourished bodies
Your thinking its alright to be at ease, better think twice

Panic, your self-preservation is not safe, your body's agency will soon give way
Living in ghettos, urban centers, metropolises, seeking comfort among congestion
Depositories for the excesses of humanity, fresh produce scarce, drugs plenty
Commercial, social, fashion districts hiding alley ways and misery

March 9, 2013

Mar 2013

JK Cabresos

I'll be gone forever... goodbye!

Three days were left
and I'll be gone forever.
Forever means,
you won't see me anymore.
And if you're lucky enough
to see me in the news
or hear my name.
Then probably,
that would be the time
that I was dead.

Mar 2013

Emanuel Martinez

Your Faith in Capitalist Misanthropy

Young people can you feel the suffering?

roca wear, gucci, apple, facebook, mcdonalds, apple bee's,
honda, lamborghini, harvard, Community College
american express, pnc bank, walmart

Wage Slaves, ceos, owners, lenders, renters, indebtedness
Structural dehumanization, systematic mechanization
Exploited labor feeding blood to your hungering consumerism

Young people you are embracing MISANTHROPY!

Embracing the hate of your own humanity! Why the hypocrisy?
Wealthy children, poor children
Trying for enlightenment through education

Parents garnering wealth through the oppression of their victims
Parents garnering debt through the oppression from economic inequality
Still you invest and promote the only legitimization of your being: CAPITALIST UTILITY

Capitalism engineering unrelenting misanthropy
Vicious economic system discarding humanity
Perfecting the concentration and accumulation of wealth
With the expansion of human alienation and murderous competition

Prostituting your body to labor exploitation and consumerism
Where does your wealth end up?
multinational companies? financial corporations? military arms contractors?
Loyalty lies in their pockets, backstabbing everyday tactics
Killing you through the exploitation of your body
Because they know the birth of another proletariat or bourgeoisie can replace you

Entities, not human, how much have they bought you for so that you cannot see!!!
Beware of these misanthropic missionaries granting your body power and agency
When your body can no longer be plundered for profit you will taste tears and blood

Young people will you deliver your forefathers and fathers
From worshiping capitalist misanthropy?

March 8, 2013

Feb 2013

Emanuel Martinez

Madness (Sanity's Cadaver)

Face                     of MADNESS        , gather your twisted strength
Stench like sadness? (Do)n't                             confuse, its greatness
Sway through the fractures and disjointedness
      Disembodied                      manifestation, useless phenomenon
S(cul)p(ture)s hammered into DisFuRme/nt
Castrate salient pieces                     of that body
      Spew inhuman lexicon insinuating         i-n/co\here/nce
Slaughter the (harm)ony                   within cadence
Screech!         H     o      w      l!          Growl!
Rel(easing) murderous miseries within infected entr[ails]
      R A G E, count{less} bullets                              turning fl{ashes} of sanity to CAD(AVE)R(S)
De[generate] ripping throat of conscio(us)ness

February 24, 2013

Feb 2013

JK Cabresos

Patience

Patience is a whimsical weather,
a scenery beneath a pale moonlit night;
somehow a velvet rope,
which binds memories between the lines.
Patience gains that trust
rare in a world of waiting,
a knightly sacrifice
that only someone's words can end.
It should not be talked about,
it has its own voice to speak for itself,
it means no boundaries,
no time, no conflicts.
It is a bizarre blossom,
a man could ever hold in his hands.
And patience is a kind of love,
explained in every bewildered circumstance.

Feb 2013

N23

As if

at any moment the reality that I have spent my life creating
will collapse into a thousand pieces, blanketing the ground
in fragments (of desires
that have lulled me to sleep at night with the hum of half-formed expectations)
only to be replaced with an undefinable hybrid emotion;

equal parts loss and anticipation.

I find my words inappropriately, overwhelmingly, unequivocally
inadequate
to describe something that could mean
everything &(or) nothing at all.

This is the way that you make me feel.

Feb 2013

JK Cabresos

Young Forever

I do not know how fast time passes by
but all I know, from the very first moment
that I was caught by your loving arms,
I know time will never come between us
to separate our hearts
into two different roads.

I do remember our childhood
when we used to be the best of friends,
we were lying on the grass,
while watching those beautiful stars,
waiting for them to fall for us,
but as we believed in each other’s side
and knew each other better,
I think I was the one
who have fallen in love with you.

After fifty years of marriage
love is always there to remind me
that it is a wonderful gift
to have a chance to live with you
to create memories that I can keep
whenever you would sail oceans apart.

I thought time will not be too rude to us,
but I was only mistaken!
And now, my wishes and prayers are too late
for Him to hear,
but I really want to be young forever,
for even if I will grow old with you,
there will be a day that it is either you
who will be left behind or it is I,
for even if I will grow old with you,
I know time will never be stopped anymore
from separating our hearts
into two different roads.

You may also visit my blog: http://penned-words.blogspot.com/
© 2012

Feb 2013

JK Cabresos

You Used To Believe In The Morning

I woke up in the morning only this day,
from an infuriated dream,
where I have been for years, I think.
A dream where the smiles smiled for every truth,
and the cries cried for every lose.
In that place, love will be the one to seek,
hearts and minds always coordinate,
like it was you and I, remember?
There is no such thing as, “edges of forever”,
memories will never be cold as fire,
and revenge, yes, revenge is beautiful,
like it was you and I, remember?
It was a pure and vivid imagery
of a perfect world,
to where we want to go together,
a world far from what was ours,
a world with which hatred never remains
after death comes alive.
But I still woke up.
Then I looked at the window,
and remember,
that even how many times I tried to hide
and close my eyes in order to go there,
we could never be back
in each other’s arms again,
for you used to believe in the morning.

You may also visit my blog: http://penned-words.blogspot.com/
© 2012

Feb 2013

JK Cabresos

TORPE

I'm smiling out of no reason,
talking to your pictures
for I don't have the courage
to talk to you in person,
I'm writing a letter I won't send,
every time I see you
my heart skips a beat
and it's a fact that I'm so stupid.

There were times I dialed your number,
but then I just canceled it, my choice,
well, it seems so hard for me
to hear even a single word
from your voice,
I can't speak what my heart
is beating so loud,
and it's a fact that I'm still
hiding in the clouds.

It's the unusual me,
and I don't even know it,
honestly, I'm always a coward
when it comes to you,
my smiles couldn't conceal
these feelings I feel for you
and it's a fact that I'm here
just waiting.

Waiting for the right time, I guess.

TORPE (adj.)
- a Filipino word meas being too shy to pursue amorous desires.
- shy with the opposite ***.
- the word TORPE is used to describe young men who don't know how to approach the girls they like. Sometimes even an attractive man who is confident in other aspects of his life can be seen as TORPE when it comes to girls.

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Feb 2013

JK Cabresos

Too much love is ignorance

Too much love is ignorance.
It may **** your eyes with tears
once your heart will be shattered,
and you will forget other people
that are willing to love you the most.

Too much love is ignorance.
You may misconstrue the ways of love
for oftentimes, you will be voiceless
once you cage yourself into your lover’s den.
Love has its own voice and it speaks for itself.

Too much love is ignorance.
It may be you have just been blinded
and could no longer determine the fact.
Ignorant in a way that you cannot love
any certain person more than God.

Jan 2013

JK Cabresos

To My Readers

I may not be able to provoke beauty
in my words.
Nod.
For I'm just a writer with no experience
of any masterpiece.

But for those appreciations, all of you
have given to my works.
Smile.
For each has left butterfly that will always
be inside my chest.

And that is irrevocable.

Jan 2013

JK Cabresos

Dying Embers

Echoing voice of the moonlit night
Foresee but unarmored from past,
Fragmented heart of broken lights;
Unraveling miseries already did last.

Drowned by tears of years were lost
From crawling those diverging roads,
Victim of dying embers found his cost;
Resemblance of faith is in the woods.

But God above guided his way home
And dry every little river in his mind,
Mournful shadows are still unknown;
Embers of souls are always in divine.

Jan 2013

JK Cabresos

Mine To Keep

Trees line the riverbank,
I sat, still waiting for you.
Our names are written on a tree;
I remember, you were not mine,
you were never mine to keep.

Our childhood memories
stained my mind, lingering forever,
but it was a mistake
and I have never been consoled.
Now, I could not seem to find you,
you were gone as years grew old.

You helped me conquer fears
and taught me how to love that day,
when loving seems so naive.
I remember, you were not mine,
you were never mine to keep.

We cherish this place,
our vows, nobody cares.
We sailed the river together
and promised to never let go.
Sometimes river is just river.

Memories of this riverbank,
I wept, still waiting for you.
Alone, but this river must flow;
I remember, you were not mine,
you were never mine to lose.