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1.3k · Sep 2013
Religion
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
The sun's ray creeps on the
Face of an old young beggar
As he worships the doorsteps
Of a young old billionaire. He is
Waiting for crumbs to kiss the
Soil for his aching stomach.

In the airwaves, a political leader
Assures the numb polity that "wealth is as
Equitable as salvation." A communist
Hears otherwise: "Wealth is as equitable
As damnation!" There is  cognitive dissonance
Within and between glittering generalities.
Quezon City, Philippines
September 17, 2013
1.1k · Oct 2013
The Execution
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
She eats with bare hands;
A handful of garbage,
A mouthful of life. A day's
Survival and revival,

And healing  of a frail
Body failed by a society
Of affluence, by a faith
Preaching benevolence.

She is an anathema to the
Conscience shaped by a
Consciousness that defines
Being as having. Having

Her before our very eyes
Is itself a sin to our very
Selves, if not to a God who
Sees our humanity as frail

As this child's body.

                           "How is it, that every
                           Execution offends us more
                           Than a ******? It is the
                           Coldness of judges, the painful

                            Preparation that a child is
                            Here being used as a means to
                            Deter reality. For guilt is not
                            Being punished , even if there

                            Were guilt; guilt lies in the
                            Educators, the parents, the
                            Environment, in us, not in her
                            Innocence.**"
For the child I saw wandering at the E. Rodriguez Avenue, Quezon City.
Your circumstance is very disturbing, not enough to be captured in words.

SOURCE NOTE: The quoted words are from my favorite philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche. The italicized words  were altered to fit the images in this piece.

Quezon City, Philippines
October 9, 2013
1.1k · Oct 2013
The Rendition
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
I sit on a cliff to watch the
Sun as it rests at the vastness
Of ocean. Here, I found

A self chained by the oppressive
Landscapes of memories—measuring
The distance of a life lived in the

Folly of youth from the life
Lived in the youthful folly of life.
Life is a circular argument.

                A strange voice from the
 Wilderness utters the words of the
               World. I am compelled to

                                              Listen
        ­                                       Obey
                          Drift from my self.

I lived a life not of my own. Blown
By the wind. Riddled by doctrines
Of truths in multiple versions and

Renditions of power. Powerless I
Have become. Becoming, thus, is
Defined and defied by truths

Relative to utility. Living is an
Attempt in futility unless the myth
Of becoming is braved by believing

In oneness with one's self.
I sit on a cliff to watch the sun as it
Rises from the vastness of ocean.

Here, I find myself.
Postmodern Poetry.
For my favorite philosopher FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE.

University of the Philippines-Diliman
Quezon City, Philippines
October 21, 2013
1.1k · Sep 2013
Nude Portrait
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
It is my dream
To be able to paint you naked
Using tears and clay that has formed
The enchanting decorations in my eyes

I shall draw the curves of your hips,
Like the waves, splashing, as if
Making love to the rocks on the shore...

I shall let your long hair fall
Until it becomes a lush veil
To shroud all your
Weaknesses.

I shall draw your whole body,
And I will be amazed
Like a child is,
To the mysterious Mariposa
Flying back and forth
Fluttering, over the alluring
Rose of the war.
Mariposa is a butterfly. The original word was retained to preserve the rich images that have been ascribed by many Filipino poets to this wonderful creature.

This excellent translation of my Filipino poem entitled "Katawan" is a proof that poetry has been and will always be our soul's universal language. I thank and salute Ms. SALLY A. BAYAN, a poet par excellence, for the honor of reincarnating the images carried by this piece to the English language. Muli, maraming salamat po Bb. Sally! Mabuhay ang makatang Pilipino!

University of the Philippines-Diliman
September 28, 2013
1.1k · Oct 2013
Logic
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
Deduction*                                                               
God is everywhere;
God is love; love
is every
we'
r
e*

Induction                                                               
I
am
unive­rse;
the universe is
infinite; I am infinite
10W Poetry
QC Phil.
10.5.13
1.1k · Oct 2013
Elements
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
I am the wind.
You are the fire.
We inflame this earth
With passion and desires.

               not even a ray of light
         could penetrate this vacuum

               of darkness. we are
         buried beneath the *****

               of black hole, an abyss of
         reality beyond fantasy

I am the wind.
You are the fire.
We inflame this earth
Until the river of life

               extinguished our fusion
           with water and confusion
****************************************

When lust ends, true love begins.

University of the Philippines-Diliman
Quezon City, Philippines
October 19, 2013
1.1k · Sep 2013
Haiku for the Rain
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
A morning flower                                                 
A heavy morning rainfall
Oh, eternity

Raindrops at rooftop
A stream in my consciousness
Pond of emptiness
Quezon City, Philippines
September 26, 2013
1.1k · Sep 2013
September Seventeen
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
Jarring heartbeats disturb the
Infinite flow of ecstasy. It has
Nothing to do with the immanent
Kaleidoscope of life or love. It is a
Yearning of spirit blighted by wounds.

This day marks a beginning of
Ultimate reinvention of a heart
Birthing anew---leaving the old;
A dawn transmogrified into purpose; a
Lingering thought of living
In search for my being,
Not for the sake of having, but
Against the conventional meaning of
Love, this day marks the beginning.
For Jinky Tubalinal.
Quezon City, Philippines
September 17, 2013
1.1k · Sep 2013
A Letter To My Old Man
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
I have turned twenty-eight now.
You were at my age when you decided
To settle down with Mama.
Now that the passing of time has

Gone far, enough to make us
Realize the idealized moments
Of our lives, momentary though
It seemed, let me speak to you the

Unspeakable words unheard for so
Long. Papa, most of the time
I would catch myself conversing
Within your tone and sharing your

Shadow. I  am your fragments trapped
In the ironic  haze of summertime and
Solitude. I want you to know that
Growing up without you is one of the

Most injurious realities of my life---more
Injurious than betraying my art and heart
For music and Muses. I have learned to
Yearn for nothing. But, I am hoping that

Unlike the oppressive silence which haunted
Our very selves for many years, let this piece
of peace be our silent sanctuary of hope and
Forgiveness.

Your Son,
Yourself
Quezon City, Philippines
September 27, 2013
1.0k · Dec 2015
Selfie
Jose Remillan Dec 2015
So we hold the camera,
Face the lens, and give
Our sweetest smiles.

Knowing that time and
Youthfulness fly together.
Leaving the unchanged

Beings in us, and longing
For the changed moments
For us. Nothing in this world

Endures.

But we both know that it is
Never the years that count.
Counting on each other

Is what really counts.
No matter what.
It does not even matter.
December 4, 2015
Pasacao, CamSur, Philippines
1.0k · Sep 2013
Certainty
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
Tonight, the morose melodies
hummed by our silence will remind
us of our hearts' ambivalence.

Tonight, the moonlight rays
refracted by canopied leaves,
that leave  broken shadows  

showered along this pavement,
are ears that will hear the mellow  
whispers of yesteryear.  Not even

our fated fears from  captivity of  
time and oblivion could deter us.
Because tonight, one thing is certain,

love will never leave us...
Quezon City, Philippines
September 19, 2013
1.0k · Oct 2013
Seasons' Debris
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
The night you left,
You left a part of our
Youth, apart from

What we used to be.
We used to be the
Sunshine seeking

To warm the coldness
Of scars caused by
The boldness of

Summertime.

When the seasons of
Our fate fell from the
Trappings of time,

We once tried to count
The scattered leaves
Left by autumn, and hoped

That these were the lost
Anthems of  our hearts, the
Last hymns of our paradise.

Paradox it was.

But still, we never
Ceased from braving the
Numbing frosts of winter,

Believing in our souls'
Springtime where
Flowers bloom, where

Forever looms.
For Ms. Jinky Tubalinal
U.P. Sunken Garden
Quezon City, Philippines
October 28, 2013
996 · Oct 2013
grounded
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
we're
trees
dreaming
for
sky,
yet
when
uprooted
we'll
die
10W Poetry
QC Phil
10.11.13
992 · Oct 2013
Rain
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
You shelter
The mystery and meaning
Of a thought, looking through
The incomparable charm
Of a muse
Cherished by enchantment...

You may subside...
Still, it would seem, the storm that
You hold
Stands to be an encumbrance,
Borne
By doubt and memory...

The clouds may leave
The rainbow may shroud
The apprehension that looms...
Yet, upon your coming...
Sadness and happiness
In my heart
Would be instilled...
I thank Ms. SALLY BAYAN for this wonderful translation of my Filipino poem entitled "Ulan."
Ms. Sally's poetry is accessible in this site. Thank you Ms. Sally for the motherly appreciation...

Quezon City, Philippines
October 25, 2013
943 · Oct 2013
Walking
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
I sleep on a bed
Of bedlam so I
Can bury the
Past in a pasture

Of dreams—dreaded
Reality of surreal
Reflections, refracted
Into beams and beads

Of droplets, drowning
A memory of innocence.
It remains a turtle-back.
Walking.
University of the Philippines-Diliman
Quezon City, Philippines
October 25, 2013
929 · Sep 2013
The Promise
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
The long hours of the night, and
Our unperturbed slumber
Would not suffice to fully understand this
Immortal moment; because we know
We could never fight grief and loneliness
We take comfort in one's promise
And acceptance of one's feelings.

Hush now, my darling.
Wherever this life of ours lead us,
This life painted with endless waiting,
Endless incarnations, and decisions to be made,
Trust that I would remain bound to the mystery
Of your love and devotion
This moment, now, may be too soon, too early
As yet to stand as a stronghold, a wall to support us
To prop us up while we are apart.
But always remember,
Not everything comes to an end,
For it is in our nature to believe
To have faith in the promise of pure love...
This excellent translation of my Filipino poem entitled "Panata" is a proof that poetry has been and will always be our soul's universal language. I thank and salute Ms. SALLY A. BAYAN, a poet par excellence, for the honor of reincarnating the images carried by this piece to the English language. Muli, maraming salamat po Bb. Sally! Mabuhay ang makatang Pilipino!

University of the Philippines
September 27, 2013
909 · Oct 2013
Expressway
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
I have traveled this road
So many times, toward
The remoteness and
Nearness of our love.

In rhythm and rhyme
Our hearts and minds repose
Their faith, conquering
A thousand cycles of tires,

Which, no matter how many
Times they and this fate bring
Me closer and farther from you,
This road, will remain barely

As a road, because you are
The **path...
This is an English translation of my Filipino poem entitled, "SLEX" which is an acronym for South Luzon Expressway. SLEX is the road that connects the imperial Manila (capital of the Philippines) to the southern provinces of the region. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Luzon_Expressway

For my childhood sweetheart.

Quezon City, Philippines
October 11, 2013
876 · Oct 2013
Parecido
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
Usted es como un espejo besado
por los rayos del sol, luego se extendió
a la luz en el rincón oscuro, sucio y secreto
de una pequeña habitación.

Soy como la pequeña habitación iluminada
por su luz, ciega, preocupada, y se enamoró
de la luz, no el espejo frágil.
This poem is the Spanish translation of my Filipino poem entitled "Parang."
An excellent English translation of the same entitled, "As If", by Ms. SALLY A. BAYAN, is accessible in my page in this site. May the Chavacano-speaking Filipinos in insurgent-ridden Zamboanga find time to read this humble piece. I pray for peace in their land.

Quezon City, Philippines
October 2, 2013
864 · Nov 2013
Drip
Jose Remillan Nov 2013
Your eyes embody a dream
Which I wished must have been real.
But nothing is more real than a dream

Dreamed with a whiter shades of pale.
There, I feel your whispers, your touch,
Your gasps. As if it is our last. Blasts

Of light invading our thoughts, lifting
Our souls beneath the pit of our beings.
For this moment, let us forget who we are,

Who we were, where reason and love
Collide; because this is a world we've built
So we can hide.  Be calm, just drip.
For Ms. Jinky Tubalinal, my girl, my woman, and my friend.

University of the Philippines--Diliman
Quezon City, Philippines
November 18, 2013
848 · Jun 2016
RUINS
Jose Remillan Jun 2016
It was believed by the founders
that the edifice would suffice to
house their dreams and demons.
Until the blood of new generation,

younger, bolder, tainted the papers,
muted the words, mutilated the bodies
of gods. Thick clouds swathed

the conflicted souls, confused crime
from cries for freedom and happiness.

Then there were ruins: us.
843 · Jan 2014
Begin Again
Jose Remillan Jan 2014
So this is the end
Of beginning's end.
Its been a long journey
In search for our selves.

Selves sold to life's seasons,
All for nothing except
The expected unexpected
Ironies of time. Flotsam

Freed from the bedlam
Of dreams, its been who
We are. Are we becoming
Who we are? Begin again.

Again, begin.
University of the Philippines---Diliman
Quezon City, Philippines
January 17, 2014
829 · Oct 2013
the limits of reason
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
the vastness of everything                                        
imprisoned one's mind inside
the vastness of everything
chained freedom at
the vastness of everything
we are condemned to obey
the vastness of everything
a tyranny of choice exists at
the vastness of everything
Postmodern Poetry
Quezon City, Philippines
October 8, 2013
779 · Oct 2013
The Day Poetry Dies
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
Poets                                                          
Are
Not
Poets

By
Poems.
They
Must

Embrace
Humanity.

                        ­      La Poesía Día Muere

                                 Los
                                 Poetas
                                 No
                                 Son
                                 Poetas

                                 De  
                                 Poemas.
                                 Deben
                                 Abrazar

                                  A la
                                  Humanidad.


La Poésie de Jour Meurt

Les
poètes
sont
pas
des
poètes

de
poèmes.
Ils
doivent
embrasser

*l'humanité.
10W Poetry (in English)
QC Phil.
10.25.13
752 · Oct 2013
Photo Album
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
Our faded photographs,
Our faded memories,
I'm a sentimental
Fool.
10W Poetry
10.14.13
749 · Jun 2016
BEFORE THE RAIN
Jose Remillan Jun 2016
You stayed until midnight.
Its been a while since the
Last time we talked about life.

But even before I mumbled
Words, tears flooded them.
Again, I found myself in the

Glorious ruins of what we were,
What you were, and what you
Are to me now. Before the rain,

We wore the same smile, while trapping
Time and chasing stars, in the
Constellation of dreams, a forgotten

Universe of our souls.
747 · Sep 2013
Philosophy
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
Quests for questions are endless
For answers have been here,
And for so long, here we are,
searching the right questions.

The universe is the answer, so
What is the question? Your existence
Is the answer, so what is the question?
Civilization is the answer, so what is the

Question? Humanity is the answer.
Here, we pose the greatest delusion.
Not even the idols of philosophizing
Solved the riddles of being, time, and

Oblivion. But a perpetually perturbed
Mind is the right question to a quest
For meaning and being. This is not
Philosophizing, this is philosophy.
Quezon City, Philippines
September 18, 2013
742 · Oct 2013
kite
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
y
ou*
were crafted
to      reach      the
h
      *o

          r
­     i
z
o    
n
       and        
to
      f
    a
l
    **l
10W Poetry
QC Phil
10.22.13
737 · Apr 2014
Silent Soul
Jose Remillan Apr 2014
I must have compared you
To the dawning glow of June.
For the  glitters of glow
Blown across the horizon

Are reasons to celebrate
The silence sunken deep
Within our oceans of memories.
I must have compared you

To the glowing dawn of June.
For you are the bride of this
Life's  fate and faith to the
Galaxies of hearts, of a

Universe inside.
For Khiwai.
724 · Oct 2013
Sunset in Paradise
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
As she leaves our room,
Darkness invades horizon,
Flowers cease to bloom...
HAIKU
for one's soul.
QC Phil.
10.7.13
Southwinds Memory
720 · Sep 2013
Meaning
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
719 · Oct 2013
The Midnight Sun
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
A zenith of irony
Scorching heat, burning passion
A polar phenomena
My soul's insomnia
DODOITSU
for one's soul.
QC Phil
10.8.13
Southwinds Memory
718 · Sep 2013
Southwinds
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
Journey reclaimed, two souls
In summer haze. Beyond
Nightfall and blues, ballads of
Kindred youth. Yes,
You came with a melody

Touching my fantasy.
Ultramarine skies, beyond the
Blossoming night.
Again and again under this
Light and sight, we built the
Immortal memories of the
Nightfall with might.
All is said, all is done. Now
Loneliness haunts us, all is gone.
712 · Oct 2013
The Enigma
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
The last drop of morning
dew has kissed the ground.
Scattered leaves remind the spring

of rites in changing the
seasons of life and beginning
in Heaney's words, "begin again."

We begin to gain white
hairs in the cycle of
hours; ours not even enough

to live the gain. But
again, we begin. Why are
we here?  People change

because changes change people.
For my beloved Irish poet, the late SEAMUS HEANEY.
Heaney, Harvard University's resident poet, is as rare as his poetry.
The quoted words of Heaney are from his poem "Villanelle for an Anniversary."

Quezon City, Philippines
October 3, 2013
688 · Oct 2013
Chasing Sanity
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
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Postmodern Poetry
QC Phil.
10.8.13
679 · Oct 2014
Sunset
Jose Remillan Oct 2014
The dusk has set in her eyes
Before the Nightingale sings
The melancholic melody of
Madness.

I hear it like a lullaby, she hears
It as our last goodbye, as if the
First rain in February is the
Last rain of May.

Nothing in this nothingness
Invades my soul, not unlike
The likehood of a candle left
In the rain.

Nothing reigns in my mind
Like a childhood remembered
With pain.
677 · Apr 2014
The Thirteenth Floor
Jose Remillan Apr 2014
There's just one little
Flaw in your thesis.
None of this is real.

You pull the plug,
I disappear.
And nothing I ever say,

Nothing I ever do,
will ever matter.
669 · May 2017
I Dreamt Last Night
Jose Remillan May 2017

And I saw her silhouette, backlit by a
make-shift sun, her hair draped
around her shoulder, her eyes

glittering

in tears, her smile I haven't seen for
years--it seemed. I have forgotten the
dirge when the bridge was burnt by

our

flaming hearts. Nothing was left but
ghosts and an urn of love letters. And here
again, I dreamt last night. And I saw

her

dress still resting on my restless chair,
as if no one left, nothing is lifted, not
even her goodbye, and my hello.
So I have to leave it to the clock to

speak,

for it confesses that I am weak.
669 · Feb 2015
She Came To Stay
Jose Remillan Feb 2015
So it dawned on me. Your shadow
Is a dawn that drowns me in a
Dream of madness. Isn't it we are

Here to spend the midnight of
Summertime at the ***** of our
Nothingness? Nothing has been

Buried beneath us, has ever been
Here, beyond our heart's folly.
After all, all is a myth, making us

Believe to give what we have
Never been. Except for a piece of
Ourselves in each other's longing

For another night. I stay.
665 · May 2016
MOONLIGHT
Jose Remillan May 2016
December revelries are never
About you. They are
About the yuletide, about
Everything that was never
About you. But somehow,

You

Keep your faithful grandeur
Upon our mortal eyes,
Upon our bounded beings.
Reminding us of our
Fragile existence, of our

Excesses and excuses for
Not being life itself,
For just being a
Reminder and remainder of

Its majestic beauty.

See you in 2034,
With a yearning for
A memorable life changed
by the universe of

Chance.
December 25, 2015 Pasacao Camsur
662 · Oct 2013
Crossroads
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
Time*                                                
just
seize
the day, for it
may
be
your*
last

                                  Life      ­                                                                 ­       
today,
seize
your
life, for nothing
in
this
world
endures

                                     Love                                                         ­                     
love:
an
endless
compromise between
the
ideal
and
the
possible
10W Poetry
QC, Phil.
10.4.13
656 · Mar 2015
SOMEDAY
Jose Remillan Mar 2015
When I'm gone,
With the wind of
Time, I'll see you

In a dream of
Thousand dreams.
I'll whisper the words

Taken from us by
The hurts our hearts
Have had, over the years

Of longing for our old
Selves, like the first
Time we looked

Into each other's eyes.
Someday, when I'm gone
With the wind of time

I'll soar above the
Horizon of your memory,
Beyond our lives and love's

Greatest irony.
655 · Sep 2013
As If
Jose Remillan Sep 2013
you* are the mirror kissed by
the beams of the sun thereon
showering light upon a dark,
slovenly and secretive corner
of a small room. As if

I am that small room
brightened with so much light
it blinded me, it troubled me, but
I loved the light not the mirror
that breaks...
This is a translation of my Filipino poem entitled "Parang."
The translation was made by Ms. Sally A. Bayan; a fellow
poet contributing in this portal for poets.
Maraming salamat po Ms. Sally!
Mabuhay ang mga makatang Pilipino!
641 · May 2017
Winter Solstice
Jose Remillan May 2017

the glare didn't make it to my eyes,
perhaps not anymore till this hour.
darkness has swathed this cold
corpse of throbbing heart's
longed-for forlorn
freedom from
freezing

numbness of the night, of all that is
human left in me, that has left me,
that has forsaken me. that
it could have been fate is
nothing but a question of
faith; now a question of
happiness. passing.
so this day.

so am i.
633 · May 2017
The Hypothesis
Jose Remillan May 2017
I breath but I don't bleed in
Her world. Time ceases to
Unify my senses, seasons
Change according to purpose.

Once the reason for being
Has been consumed, the being
Dies and a new beginning
Lies above the character.

That is the first world.
A word in the creator's mind
Is reality in hibernation.
And it is always beyond good

And evil, for even the process
Of beginning is a function of
Pursuing happiness, of pursuing
Rebirth amidst the oceans of

Variables, of chances.

Changing planes of plain existence
Is all but question of reason of Being,
For being here, for being there in my
Version of truth and reality, in her

Vision of love and eternity.
626 · Oct 2013
A Poet's Dream
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
Heaney has died; between
his finger and
his thumb:
"I"
10W Poetry
QC Phil.
10.5.13
The words "between," "finger," and "thumb" were borrowed from
Seamus Heaney's legendary poem entitled, "Digging."
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/digging-1/
623 · Oct 2013
Life and Its Meaning
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
Birth.                                                           ­                                     



























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Death.
Postmodern Poetry

University of the Philippines-Diliman
Quezon City, Philippines
October 22, 2013
614 · Sep 2013
Poet
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
603 · Oct 2013
Haiku for the Travelers
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
We met in this place
A poets' crossroads of love
Here, our last embrace

End to end we chased
Ourselves, our hopes, onward gaze                                    
You said it's over

Never in this road
Never this journey of fate
Not our love and faith
For Ms. Glorynor Valencia-Navarro, a dear friend and a professor of love and hope.
This poem is an experimental deviation from the "understood" definition of Haiku.

Quezon City, Philippines
October 3, 2013
589 · Oct 2013
schooling
Jose Remillan Oct 2013
pour water into vessel
until standard level
is reached.
futile.
10W Poetry
QC Phil.
10.27.13
571 · Jan 2016
MY SUNSET SKY
Jose Remillan Jan 2016
I saw the horizon in
Gloomy crimson hue,
On that moment you
Told me about its

Hopeful hue of glow.
In your eyes it was never
Sunset, nor was it an
Hour away from

Darkness. Daylight it
Was, you assured me.
That time lives beyond
Here and now, that

Love conquers its passing,
Its boundaries within our
Fears of trying to open
Once again the windows

Of our hearts.

You, indeed, are the most
Beautiful confusion of
My heart, my hereafter,
And my piece of forever.

(For A.)
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