Sirang Plaka

Sirang Plaka
Tula na aking alay alang-alang sa aking namumukod-tangi at nagiisang sinta…
By: Julian Javier
Date: October 31, 2012 @ 10:40AM GMT +8
 
 

Sa bawat saglit na patuloy bagaman paunti-unting nawawaglit
 
Mithiin ng aking puso’y nagmimistulang mapaghangad na paslit
Na siyang walang tigil at patuloy ang ligalig at pangungulit
Para sa inaasam-asam na laruang tanghal na ninanais nitong makamit
Para sayo’y ang aking puso’y naghahangad at nagsusumamo paulit-ulit
Sa bawat saglit na patuloy bagaman paunti-unting nawawaglit
 
 
Para sa’yo na walang kapantay at natatanging ikaw
 
Ang aking puso’t isipa’y ikaw lamang ang siyang sinisigaw
Na tila ba’y isang kampanang walang tigil na bumabatingaw
Walang hangganan at paulit-ulit ang ngalan mo’y umaalingawngaw
Para sa iyong bukod tanging puna’y puso ko’y uhaw na uhaw
Para sa’yo na walang kapantay at natatanging ikaw
 
 
Mga alaala ko’y mistulang sirang plakang pabalik-balik ang aking pag-gunita
 
Walang ibang nilalaman kundi mga yugto ng ating namumukod-tanging pagsinta
Paulit-ulit nitong ipina-aalala ang ating pamimintuho para sa isa’t isa
Puso’t isipa’y walang ibang dalangin kundi habang buhay natin ito’y patuloy matamasa
Pag-ibig ko’y pag-ibig mo lamang ang panalangin at natatanging sadya
Mga alaala ko’y mistulang sirang plakang pabalik-balik ang aking pag-gunita
 

Meshael, ito'y aking alay para lamang sa iyo... Mahal na Mahal kita.

Meshael, ito’y aking alay para lamang sa iyo… Mahal na Mahal kita.


 

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The Eyes of Fire

The Eyes of Fire
“Red like blood… Red like fire…”
By: Julian Javier
Date: August 7, 2011 @ 6:28PM GMT +8
 

Look into my eyes!

Anxiety... Hatred... Anger... Seething from within... A sinister grin... ...and a desire to kill... A passion to see what is real... ...and what is unreal...
A murderous intent... Seen from the eyes of fire... Red like blood... ...Red like fire... Fierce and violent... ...Filled with hatred and anger...
Eyes that of a cornered fox... ...Eyes that of a hungry wolf... ...Eyes that of a wounded tiger... ...Eyes that burn in hatred and anger... ... Against lies and those who oppress the weak! ... Against those who make the weak suffer!
Eyes that can see through a soul... Eyes that can reveal secrets and lies untold... ...Both good will and transgressions unfold... As if your vain life was retold...
Eyes so deep and limitless... Like the abyss... ...It is bottomless! Glaring through life and death... ...Eyes so fearless!
These are my eyes... I can see through all your filthy lies... Never can you deny your disillusion... ...from these eyes of mine... From these Eyes of Fire!

 

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A Walk Under City Lights

A Walk Under City Lights
Summer Strolling Sentiments
By: Julian Javier
Date: April 17, 2011 @ 9:40PM GMT +8
 

It’s another lonely summer night…
With the full moon shining so bright…
As I walk under every city light…
I dream of the day when we can walk together side by side…

 

Feeling the cobblestone right underneath our feet…
With cars honking in this busy street…
And cats crying in the distance as if they were singing to a rhythmic beat…
With our hands together and our hearts following the same rhythmic beat…

 

Resting for a moment sitting in a bench found in this city’s maze…
Gazing at the full moon while we hold each other in a sweet embrace…
Looking at each other intently with a passionate gaze…
Kissing while our hearts beat hastily as if it were in a race…

 

And then after our night together when it’s about time to go home…
I wish upon a star to hold time’s phone…
So I can spend more time with you alone…
And hear more of your voice’s lovely and gentle tone…

 

Then by your door before we part…
One final hug and kiss from the heart…
I love you and goodbye for now my darling sweetheart…
Seeing you again will be my tomorrow’s favorite part…

 

I dream of our love to be…
Hot and passionate, burning like the flames of scorching Fire…
With feelings gushing like a torrent of tidal Water…
With resolve that is firm as rich Earth…
With the bond between us that is strong as sturdy Metal…
With loyalty as smooth as the feel of oak Wood…

 

These are the thoughts in my mind tonight…
As I gaze at the full moon’s light…
As I walk slowly under every lamp post and city light…
In this lonely summer night…

 

"Sentiments under the City Lights..."

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Thanks to everyone from the Promising Poets Poetry Cafe for this honor!
Here was the entry to which I got nominated: Beyond Silent Wars.
I nominate Magdalena Herman!

Here is my Haiku under the award for accepting this award:

The Perfect Poet Award 4: Poets Rally Week 41


Cherry Blossom Bliss
A Haiku for the Perfect Poet Award
By: Julian Javier
Date: April 21, 2011 @ 12:43AM GMT +8


Carried by the wind..
cherry blossoms are perfect…
Soothing, Relaxing…

 

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Your Kiss

Your Kiss
A Tanka Poem about a lover’s kiss
By: Julian Javier
Date: April 12, 2011 @ 2:34PM GMT+8

Like a summer breeze…
Your kiss gently touched my heart…
Hot and cool at once…
A kiss that my soul longed for…
Giving me deep contentment…

"flowers bloomed in my heart and soul when we kissed..."

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The Musician

The Musician
An Ode to Music from a Passionate Musician
By: Julian Javier
Date: March 14, 2011 @ 7:28PM GMT +8

Music, everything I hear is music…
With the sounds from the clamoring outside I can make music…
With the ticking of the clock I also hear music…
Oh, how wonderful it is to hear music in everything in this world that is so sick…

I love hearing those heavenly guitar licks from Eddie Van Halen’s guitar playing.
I love hearing those amazing bass lines from Robert Trujillo’s bass playing.
I love hearing those drumbeats from Vinnie Paul’s heavy drumming.
I love hearing that music from Ozzy Osbourne’s spirited singing.

Sound tripping time is the best time of my day…
Chilling in my chair listening to my favorite songs while with my sticks I shadow play…

Beating in the air as if there’s a drum set in front of this chair of mine…
With that lit Marlboro red stick in my lips, huffing and puffing, with my shades in these eyes of mine…

Feeling every slow and fast beat in the song…
Hitting my air drums making these sounds that I so long…

Oh how I wish I have my own TAMA drum set so i could practice more for my band that plays a lot of Ozzy and some of my favorite music in heavy metal…
complete with all the Sabian cymbals that I like with the TAMA Iron Cobra double pedal…
So, I could play all day, make music with noise, and be the me who is a man of heavy metal…
I wanna play all day, the music I play doesn’t have to be only metal, for I also love playing beats of blues or classical…

I love playing with all my heart whether I am angry or feeling romantic…
I love listening to these lovely songs; in my ear it’s sounds so like magic…
Sound tripping makes me feel alive and at times nostalgic…
Without music my life would be just so tragic…
I hope you also feel what I feel with music which is absolutely like magic…
With all these in mind let me tell you that I am a musician, music is my life, and I love music…

My Dream Drum Set

The Drummer

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Writing…

Writing…
A Writing Addict’s Shout / Understanding a Writer’s Passion
By: Julian Javier
Date: March 3, 2011 @ 8:26PM GMT +8

I write on every morning…
I write on the afternoon even on the evening…
I write when I’m drunk and while I’m drinking…
I write every time I get the chance…
I even use my pen with my writing as a sword, as a bow and arrow, and as a lance…

I write everywhere as a past time and as a hobby
I write in my kitchen, in my room, in the office, even on the mall’s crowded lobby

I write about anything I can think of…
To convey my deep and sincere emotions…
To describe the concepts of movements and motions…
To describe the process of soil erosion…
To convey feelings of love, romance, and passion…

I write on my notebook and on my computer.
With my black qwerty keyboard or with the black ink bottle with my black quill feather
It doesn’t matter if I write in parchment paper or just plain modern white or yellow paper.

With every line
You should the sign
Of my heart, my feelings, and my love that is always on the line.

Do I love writing?
I love writing!
Am I addicted to writing?
Oh absolutely, I am addicted to writing!
Because I have a passion and a great feeling of loving!

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A Writer’s Weapon

A Writer’s Weapon
An Outcry
By: Julian Javier
Date: February 27, 2011 @ 9:45PM GMT +8

My pen is more mightier than any knife, any blade, or any sword!
The words that come from it are sharper than any edge of any sharpened sword!

The pen is the weapon of my choice.
It shall be the medium of my unheard voice.

I shall make use of my weapon and continue to whet its edge.
Today, I make you this solemn pledge.

I shall take aim and strike at those people with words that do not match their deeds!
To those hypocrites who take advantage of the hopes of those in need!
To those people feeling important with unimportant words and mindless deeds!

In parchment or in paper.
At any given point in time, be it in January till December.
Be it using the keys of typewriters or of computers.
Even if I write in the dark in many of those ungodly hours.

My words shall be a weapon!
To spark the fire of the oppressed and wake their hearts to a liberating rebellion!
My words shall be louder than the growl of a mighty lion!
So loud that it’ll be far reaching, that it’ll reach the edge of this universe that is infinite and unending.

There shall be hardship and there shall be difficulty, with all that, I shall definitely agree.
As long as they have faith, hope, love, and stay with me through all the hardships and all the difficulties,
Let me say, that with my words I shall guide the weak and the oppressed to their sovereign victory.

With my pen, I shall bring forth justice and aid in defending those who are oppressed.
To give hope and light to those who are depressed.
To give strength to those who are weak.
To give boldness to those who are meek.
With a great feeling of love and continuous efforts to help those in need.

For I cannot just stand in silence and neglect.
While I watch those oppressors oppress those people whom I wish to protect.

My pen is more mightier than any knife, any blade, or any sword!
The words that come from it are sharper than any edge of any sharpened sword!


Pen of the Old Days

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