Lorelle Tells It All
I am taking a new approach to posting entries from now on. From today I will be stating the things that inspired me in writing a corresponding entry, and reveals its intention when needed.
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Why does my heart speaks those words of pain
But cannot spell neither beauty nor name?
Why are there those that in love are allowed
And need no measures that heart requires?
Why can't it fall on every man
The freedom to share what love can give?
And to be with those who are filled
with the bounty of love received?
Why can't a man like me
Be free to stand with a heart to give?
Why do I gain no courage and strength
And instead I'm spared of time to wave?
Why do weakness on me sings
The song of sadness this world depraves?
Why do frailness on me reigns
And drown my heart with songs of the graves?
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In memory of Francis "Kiko" Magalona, called by many as FrancisM, an icon of the Philppine's music indutstry whose music and passion the catalysts to patriotism. My deepest respect to him and to his legacy. The following poem celebrates his bravery and nationalism, and the difference he had left behind...
You have fin'lly laid the loads down
And have seen grown, the seeds you've sown
You have traveled through life for miles
And have shown us that fighter's smile.
Though you have walked far away from here
To a place we've only read and heard
Your mem'ry lives in all those lyrics
And our feet will always thump with your music.
The changes you have left behind
Made a difference in this brown land
And though from life you've gone to rest
But in the night sky your star shines brightest.
I wade, uncertain.
Through these fields
of wilting lives
I moan, longing.
For I refuse to believe
that I stand against
the drying pain, alone.
That somewhere or here
I will be found, consoled.
In this sea of dying hope
I thought I saw them, waving.
But like the arid air
this earth breathe,
they're just there, too, waiting.
Photo by Basir Seerat. Please visit his site at http://www.basirseerat.blogspot.com/
This entry is a poem I wrote in about 10 minutes as my entry to Laura Jane's blog. And it was chosen as a winner. Please click picture named EXCEPTIONAL WRITING AWARD on the left panel to go to the site. Thank you.