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The Blind Who Dreamt Colors

I dreamt of the day that I could see colors.
To grasp the sublimity of color schemes, 
To teleport into the colors of dreams
Oh, how colorful and meaningful life that would be!
 
In this plain old canvas where we exist,
They say that colors give life and bliss.
Every color has its own part to contribute to the world. 
Then why are different colors opposing each other?
Isn’t that absurd?

In this day of chaos, of endless color clashes, 
Different colors might contrast but it also enhances one another.
Don’t ever think that beauty solely lies in your own point of view.
I think all you have to do is to see the art beneath the abstract of it all.
 
 
Someone told me " Eyes are not the sine qua non 
To fathom the beauty that lies behind these hues."
He explained that," we all perceive hue differently. 
The hue that you see may not be the same hue I see."

Now, if you ask me what my favorite colors are…
 
It would be the glorious colors of the brave; 
Hoisted and marveled with great pride and honor,
For these colors have witnessed history and many battles unfold.
The lives of the ones we’ve lost and loved
in order to protect the canvas of which they are shown.
Provoked in the sight of bloodshed; it will manifest its ire 
and be unfurled upside down
Making it more majestic than anyone has ever known.
 
 
Red, is the symbol of patriotism and valor.
This scarlet rage represents the real passion of fire;
It’s desire to wage war and deliver it to its triumph 
Conquering the deadliest enemy of all - fear.
 
The royal hue of blue, known for its reserved and calm disposition 
is the essence of tranquility,
With the willingness to sacrifice oneself for freedom.
Blue, the symbol of peace, truth and justice 
would then be our guide to the voyage of purity.

The golden yellow - color of the sun 
Signifies unity, sovereignty and freedom.
 
These colors that have covered the caskets of our heroes
will be solemnly folded and passed by on to their heirs.
Illuminated at night and hoisted at the peak for a moment
Then flown at half-mast when mourning, in honor of the decedent
From that day until the day of interment it shall be flown, it shall be flown...
 

Now you tell me if I am blind, 
For I see everything beyond the naked eye.
Once I dreamt of the day that I could see colors.
But now I understand this color harmony.
Because in this color wheel world the blind can now finally see.

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The Cry of a Nation

My sisters! My brothers!

Do you despise us this much?

Do you really think we deserve all this?

Well, if that's the case then, my brother,

 

I suppose you think so highly of yourself

To even spat those kinds of remarks,

knowing that your brothers are suffering, starving,

and in constant fear of death.

 

I suppose you take delight of the tragic demise of the multitude.

I suppose you are fond of the fact that many brave men

had risked, had sacrificed their lives to save the wounded.

I suppose you bask at the thought that we,

the people of the same race, of the same nation had finally fallen.

 

I suppose you think we are not brothers as well.

Are we not?

Are we not of the same land, of the same nation?

OF...THE...SAME...RACE?!!

Do we not share - the same blood and the same heart?

 

Huh! How awfully austere of you to perceive us that way.

Belittling into thinking that we are useless, unimportant, insignificant!

But the truth is my brother, because of the law, of which you so adamantly protest,

It had in fact, saved the lives of many and had prevented more casualties of war.

 

So, Instead of the insulting remarks of indignity,

Which will only dispirit even our small inch of hope,

 

We, out of patriotism, WILL UNITE

We, out of fear, WILL SEEK the Father's guidance

And we, out of love, will continue TO FIGHT.

'Tis and it'll be THE CRY OF OUR NATION.

GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY...

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Memories of a Chalk

Silhouettes fade as summer draws near
Yearning for their presence in this barren room
Rippling sounds of one's laughter cause me to tear
Awakens this reverie like scent perfume

The vastness I never thought existed
Past the hallways where we've spent our youth
Smiles of the little ones thus recollected
Pictures from the bulletins show love and truth

Just as my heart, the red apple sits quietly
Treasuring the bond of our love so pure
The hugs, fights, celebration and anxieties
Carves the path to grow and mature

Oh darlings, it pains me to say goodbye
So please keep this chalk to remember me by.

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Metalbird

Bird echoes, calls rain
          Thunder strikes, quenched as a fire
                    ashes mold mushrooms

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41 Syllables Are Not Enough

Mother
                              Selfless, irreplaceable
                        Loving, correcting, sacrificing
                   Best friend, adviser, ally, confidante
                   Understanding, helping, supporting
                               Special, trustworthy
                                          Friend

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Nocturnal Ensemble

Termites  
                           chatter
                               hitting
                                typewriters
                                Neon tails 
                                    of
                                tiny-winged      
                                lanterns  
                                flutters
                                My Gemelina,          the Black foxes
                                roost                     singing sopranos
                                Giggling               Jiminy wonders
                                “Who”                  acoustics in vibrato
                                Hear Tom            Cat’s melancholic song,              
                                As the                bullfrogs played along       
                                Tiny swords        pierced my skin,       
                                Concertmaster   graces the stage again 
                                Then I cage owns core in my own Versailles
                                 Savoring myriad notes while I lay rest
                                    Illuminate the hall by the moonlit glee
                                      As the moon its maestro in honeyed
                                              Beethoven symphony

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Goddess of Gold

Enthralled by this alluring sight,
Locals slaver from my sultry delight

Glossy laurels of evergreen,
Living embodiment of a queen

In the tropics I'm mostly adored,
Even dream up of tales and lore

Craves the taste of my luscious like
Tickles lips, this succulent ripe

Throughout the years, three decades old
Still covered with peels of gold.

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Sunset Mourns a Mirthful Song

T'was the saddest time of the year

When one is resting, one oh so dear

Yearning for the presence that once was there

Reminiscing that white silky hair



But time will pass and time will heal

The heartaches and the pain we feel

Though none ever help but wonder

Where he journeyed in that deep slumber



The thrill, excitement and adventurous ride

In crossing that great divide

Then death would be a blessing 

To whose heart is strong

The day the sunset mourns a mirthful song

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I, the Great

Loved and praised 
By innate wisdom and passion
Yet loathed by skeptics.
The lust  - to behead his spirit, shatter the bones 
of the flesh that emanates the image of inspiration
To his beloved people
Causes him to be unyielding even more.

Not a prince, but a knight would seem to fit,
Or a general perhaps - 
Whose decree is to smash those relentless stinging ants
Destroying his very soil 
Throwing the bombs of terror upon its wake.

The desire to protect 
Touches the hearts of his fellow unknowingly.
A golden pearl wrestling against the tide,
Enduring the mockery with its great fortitude,
Courageous enough to crack the clam's shell .

That sense of purpose
Compelled to be driven,
To protect, to speak with conviction,
And to even act with compassion.

Though annihilation is a must
For the preservation of the land. 
Hatred and persecution will be the fruits.
Hence, his name will be remembered throughout the generations
As the compassionate tyrant, who tried his best 
To make a difference in the world.

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Lihim

Be unbounded by the ways of the world.
Ignorance claims the dogma of men
To qualify as the sheer pith of truth.
My thirst will then be quenched, recompensed
If I drink new seas. Aged by decades through,
Impossible barely built its name, so
I, enough, am bold to say, “I have lived.”
Things I might gain, I am proud to give
Then I would count it as priceless
My own blood could not suffice
Even all humanity’s sacrifice;
Diamonds, gold, even the ultimate price
The rarest of them all
Of which all pirates despised.
Although this poem may be derived
From Poe’s letter to his valentine,
Hope you’ll find the key to every line
As you can see, this poem is truly mine.