#pilipinas - Hello Poetry

112422 Brutal eyes, Lament in the melody of hope. Diverse imagery rolls on each soul Defining the core of their music – A genre that is one of a kind With dustings of masculinity Making a legacy for this generation. Each voice has no nerves – And they’re like a formless water Searching for an everlasting container. To showcase the exquisiteness of the Pearl, The backbone of their glory. At first, they find no one to understand them Even branded with hostile names But they never surrender their flags And raised the Nations’ banner so high Even if all their villains did belittle them. Their chords were like no other – Their skills, they never hype about And yet both the moon and the stars Collided for them And now is their time! Some say: maybe it was their destiny… Maybe it’s just for a while. But their passion and thirst for their craft are unrivaled – Always exceeding their best As if their competitor is their living mirror. Today, even if the Sun has exposed their grandeur, Their modesty becomes a plus factor. The world is their stage, While A’TIN is their steady sustenance. They had sleepless nights before But tenacity led them to so many doors. Many clowns had backed down And some even turned from villains Into aficionados who call them their ‘masters.’ They were born to be a standard – And they deserve mad respect from every Juan. Coz they’re not just stars but kings of their kind, World-class vanquishers that we all look up to! And this is just the beginning Of the unfolding to the world of their God-given stories!

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Nov 24, 2022

Nov 24, 2022 at 9:38 AM UTC

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****** Letters (The Making of SB19)

112422 Brutal eyes, Lament in the melody of hope. Diverse imagery rolls on each soul Defining the core of their music – A genre that is one of a kind With dustings of masculinity Making a legacy for this generation. Each voice has no nerves – And they’re like a formless water Searching for an everlasting container. To showcase the exquisiteness of the Pearl, The backbone of their glory. At first, they find no one to understand them Even branded with hostile names But they never surrender their flags And raised the Nations’ banner so high Even if all their villains did belittle them. Their chords were like no other – Their skills, they never hype about And yet both the moon and the stars Collided for them And now is their time! Some say: maybe it was their destiny… Maybe it’s just for a while. But their passion and thirst for their craft are unrivaled – Always exceeding their best As if their competitor is their living mirror. Today, even if the Sun has exposed their grandeur, Their modesty becomes a plus factor. The world is their stage, While A’TIN is their steady sustenance. They had sleepless nights before But tenacity led them to so many doors. Many clowns had backed down And some even turned from villains Into aficionados who call them their ‘masters.’ They were born to be a standard – And they deserve mad respect from every Juan. Coz they’re not just stars but kings of their kind, World-class vanquishers that we all look up to! And this is just the beginning Of the unfolding to the world of their God-given stories!