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Jose Remillan Sep 2013
Minsang ibinigay sa atin ang pagkakataong
Unawain ang kahulugan ng kamusmusan.
Sa lupaing ugat ng ating kakuluwa at
Kanlungan ng mga pangako at pangarap
Sabay nating kinatha ang tula ng ating buhay;
Mga saknong at tugma na sarikulay, mga katagang
Baon natin sa malayu-layong paglalakbay.

Pagal nga tayong nanahan sa puso ng bawat isa,
Di man tiyak ang katiyakan, natitiyak natin
Na ang pag-ibig, kailanman di tayo iiwan.

Mahal ko, hanggang sa huling tapon ng lupa
At huling tapon ng luha, hanggang sa huling
Liwanag ng itutulos **** kandila, hanggang
Sa huling pagpagpag mo ng pangungulila,
Patuloy kitang mamahalin, anuman ang mangyari,
Anuman ang mangyari.

Singbigat ng katotohanan at pangarap na kalawakan,
Ito ang huling handog ng makata **** kababata:
Ang mabatid kong ikaw ay mabuhay na eternal at
Malaya.
"Kakawat" is a Bicol word for "playmate." This poem tackles the images of childhood love, dreams, and promises.

July  18, 2013
Bacoor City, Philippines
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
Your eyes are stuck on the
Afterglow invading the
Horizon. You wipe your
Tears with a rugged piece

Of cloth dotted with stars
And stripes, in remembrance
Of a nation's power, and
Prowess of sons and daughters

Flirting with  anarchy and democracy.  
Until then the world stood still, devouring
Your flesh and fantasies of happiness
And freedom. Now, let these words

Rebuke your vices and folly:
*You are all too human to be holy.
In memory of young American soldiers who died in several wars
staged by the U.S.A. on its quest toward  global hegemony.

Quezon City, Philippines
September 16, 2013
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
Eros* will never agree with
The way you ****** your *****
To this ******. Screams and
Scratches, moans and murmurs

Of pleasure and pain, devoid of
Reason, embellished with passion.
Seasons of lust and burn, slash
And turn, tides of libido that has
No way to subside. You worship

This body at the altar of pretensions.
Hoping that even the gods through
The oracles, will speak to you in the
Language of mortals, and will bring

You some cataclysmic eruptions of
Heaven and hell. Will is nothing to
You unless confronted by contentment,
And sealed with chastisement.
For MICHEL FOUCAULT, one of my favorite philosophers.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michel_Foucault

Quezon City, Philippines
September 15, 2013
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
Here I am, disenchanted. With eyes
Blinded by the realities of life, living
The edge of a knife, leaving the
Libido of youthfulness, striving
Toward usefulness.

Here I am, alone in the world
Of comforting illusions.
Delusions of beauty and spectacles,
Mind like receptacle of a past
Frozen beneath the wings of time.

Rhyme and rhythm of pulse,
Of devoted and daring heart.
There you are, still, writing the
Poem of life, dispersed by the prism
Of time, dancing its rhythm and rhyme.
Quezon City, Philippines
September 15, 2013
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
Speak your mind
Mind your words
Words are enough
Enough is enigma

Enigma is light
Light is blindness
Blindness is truth
Truth is beauty

Beauty is madness
Madness is liberty
Liberty is prison
Prison is soul

Soul is a poet.
Quezon City, Philippines
September 14, 2013
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
Shatter the myth of life,
Laugh insanely for there
Is no soul except what
You have placed deep
Down your thoughts.

Shatter the cosmologies
Of western world, for
Your world in itself is the
Constellation of your
Reality, and the wilderness of

Your weird universe.
In memory of Friedrich Nietzsche, the first postmodern man.
Quezon City, Philippines
Septermber 14, 2013
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
Kulang ang haba ng magdamag at lalim ng
Himbing upang lubos nating maunawaan ang
Imortal na sandaling ito. Dahil alam natin na
Wala tayong anumang panlaban sa lumbay
At pangungulila, nagkakasya na lamang tayo sa
Isang pangako at pag-ako ng damdamin.

Tahan na mahal ko...
Umasa kang saan mang lupalop tayo tangayin ng
Buhay at paghihintay, ng siklo at pagpapasya,
Ako'y mananatiling nakapako sa hiwaga ng iyong
Langit na pagsinta. Kapos man ang sandaling
Ito upang maging sandalan natin sa saglit
Na paglayo, alalahanin **** hindi lahat
Ay humahantong sa wakas dahil
Likas sa atin ang manalig sa pagsintang wagas.
Quezon City, Philippines
September 12, 2013
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