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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Treating Women…

Treating Women…
A Real Man’s Paradigm – A Women’s Day Special
By: Julian Javier
Date: February 27, 2011 @ 2:18PM GTM +8

A woman is the color in your world,
that you have to always remember.
So, you should look out for her,
treat her with respect,
stand beside her,
defend her,
and protect her.
Like how a loving father is to a daughter.
Like how a loving son is to a mother.
As her man you are a guide and also the weight on that colorful world of her’s.
As a man you are responsible for her.

 

Be understanding and extend your patience in every way you can…
For a woman at times has thoughts confusing for any man…
Always remember, with directions in a haze,
a woman’s mind is like a maze…
With all the walls changing always…
Any man may find it hard to understand…
But a real man will find out ways to understand.
With this in mind, always be there for her…
Always there to support and guide her…

 

Always make her laugh and make her smile…
And you’ll see her shine when you see her wonderful smile.
Like Cleopatra cruising in the river Nile..
She shall shine beautiful and perfect every mile, in every style.
There’s no better sight than seeing a woman happy wearing her perfect smile.

 

Be sweet when you’re together.
Always show your care and love for her.
Make her feel that she is the only one you see…
that you’re the only one for her…
that you both are meant to be.
And make her feel that she has all your loyalty.

 

Be gentle when you caress her…
Never be harsh when you touch her…
Handle with care! That’s the policy you should follow when your with her…
Treat them like a dove when you hold them…
With your hand as gentle as a feather when you caress them…

 

Be passionate when you love her…
Never be dull when you’re romancing her…
Let her feel your warmth and you’ll feel her tender surrender.
Make her feel your love with your every kiss…
Make her feel your care when you caress her while in the moment of bliss…
Be the man, the dream, her one true Adonis.

 

Make her grasp the fact that you always wanna be with her…
To always make her smile and hear her laughter…
Make her grasp the fact that you wanna grow old with her…
To always be there in sickness or in health, for richer or for poorer…
Make her grasp the fact that your love is eternal for her…
To have her understand that you’ll always keep the fire of your love for her…

 

Treat women with utmost love and respect…
Never be like rabid beasts and never treat them with disrespect…
Men should understand that women are not only tools for pleasure and sex…
That we are no longer cave men who hunts tyrannosaurus-rex…

 

Anyway we put it…
We all came from a woman…
We got our game from a woman…
So, why should anyone hate our women…?
Why should anyone take advantage of our women…?
Why should anyone hurt our women…?
We as men with honor should love and respect our women…
The way they deserve to be.

 

Painting: Woman with a Parasol
By: Claude Monet
Year: 1875

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Thoughts…

Thoughts…
A Poem of Wishful Thoughts
By: Julian Javier
Date: February 23, 2011 @ 1:13AM GMT +8

As I write in this parchment with quill and ink…
My mind starts to boggle and think…
To think which word in each line to jot down with this ink…
For my words to make your eyes struggle to blink…

I think of what to write in the next line in this verse…
I try to make a significant dent in your unending universe…

I think of ways to make possible what’s impossible…
The thought to be with you made attainable…

Your eyes – For me your look makes my day when I’m dire…
Your smile – For me your smile will suffice for all my heart’s desires…
Your lips – For me your kiss will spark my heart’s dying fire…
Your skin – For me your skin is smoother than the most expensive silk in the Nile…

I wish to be mesmerized with your deep look everyday…
I wish to be melted with your perfect smile everyday…
I wish to be engulfed with your luscious kisses all day…
I wish to be addicted with your warmth and feel all day…

I wish I have more tact and guile…
for I wish to be the one who makes you smile…
I wish I have more charm in my writing style…
So, that every time you see my works I can make you smile…

For I wish one day to wait for you in the end of that Holy Aisle…
To be joined with you forever in eternity to be inseparable in this life filled with trial…


Thoughts of thinking thoughts of thoughtful thinking…
Wishes of wishing wishes of wishful wishing…
Dreams of dreaming dreams of dreamful dreaming…
– Julian Javier, Thoughts

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The man that I’ve become

The man that I’ve become
About Julian Javier
By: Julian Javier
Date: February 17, 2011 @ 9:02PM GMT +8

Dear Future Mrs. Julian Javier,

My Soul mate, My dearest, this poem is for you…

I bark at this beautiful tree,
barking intensely like a hound,
hoping this tree would bark back
and make a real loud sound.

Like making an apple fall from its high branch that is bound,
I try to make someone from heaven to fall to my ground.

Looking for someone more than a pretty face,
someone even more profound…
More profound than anyone
whom I’ve ever come around.

Am I waiting for someone whom can never be found?

Look at me and see,
What type of man I have grown to be.

They say, I have gained wits, knowledge, and wisdom more than anyone can ever be.
A strong man have I become and Am supposed to be.

Or so they say…

A Witty Man am I? Thinkest thou?
Not so witty, still I can’t reach you, baby.

A Man of Knowledge am I? Thinkest thou?
Not so knowledgeable, still I can’t impress you, baby.

A Wise Man am I? Thinkest thou?
Not so wise, still I can’t compel you to fall for me, baby.

So strong a man have I become?
Are you kidding? I can never be as complete a man
than I can become without you, baby.

I’d rather be the dumbest idiot in the world
than not having you beside me, my lady.
So, I won’t be able to think about how to get you
and how to always be with you, sweet lady.

At least, if I were a dumb idiot,
I will be able to find the understanding why I can’t touch your heart
because I know in myself that I am the dumbest idiot ever a man could become
with one mind that is so foolish for anyone to overcome.

For you, I’ll let go of anything…
‘Cause, I’d rather amount to nothing…
Than be considered someone without the most important above all things…
That is to be with the one I love, which is you,
feeling your tender loving and caring…

This is the man that I’ve become.
Praying for you and as wishful as a child.

This is the man that I’ve become.
Longing for you and empty like a hum drum.

This is the man that I’ve become.
Addicted to love more than anyone.

This is the man that I’ve become.
Addicted to you more than anyone.

This is the man that I’ve become.
Waiting, Searching, and Sniping for you wherever you might come from.

This is the man that I’ve become.
Waiting for you who is yet in my arms to come.

With my deepest Love in mind,
Mr. Julian Javier, Lover of Smiles

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