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A Subtle Smile (a poem for Ding) — RIP @dingg458

I wrote this for a dear friend, Ding Gagelonia whom I never had the chance to talk to in person but has always been a friend to me. Interest in politics and technology are what we share in common. Among other things, I do know he loved verses/prose poetry and so I thought it’ll please him to find one especially made for him. Ding, wherever you are, I hope you like this. RIP Kuya.
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A Subtle Smile (a poem for Ding)
by: RJ Marmol

A hi, hello. A subtle smile.
Such are things that make your while.
A nudge, a laugh — though never heard
Move mountains usually unperturbed.

What words can say, thy spirit could.
It carries your wishes and sunny mood.

If there is gloom, no one can tell
For your voice sound strong, like a tolling bell.

Should I be sad, or reluctantly glad
That you will never again hurt so bad?
Should I cry and mourn or say out loud, Alas! You are now together with your one true God?

A gentle look, a lovely book
Neither one nor both can compensate for smiles you took.

No wasted years, no bitter tears
For someone whose life was full of cheers.

So I may pray each day for blissful May
‘Oh Lord skip March or a day away’
But I trust that God does great things His way
And need I mention, always with no delay?
So night came swift, it whisked away..
My dear friend Ding with Him to stay.

-end-

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On Account of What?
by: RJ

There is this fear I have deep inside me –
Not a usual fear, not mere apprehension or worry.
Not an imagined trouble or conjured-up story
Nay a drawn-up conclusion or fired-up creativity. Continue reading On Account of What?

Let Me Write You A Prose

Let Me Write You A Prose
by: RJ

Let me a write you a prose,
Brimming with passion, like a scarlet rose.
Let me write you a prose
More profound than that of Ambrose.

Let me write you a prose, lofty and proud
One that’s incomparable to that enchanting ballad that you love.
Let me write you a prose I can hardly think of
One that’s sure to squeeze my brain and the conspiracies thereof. Continue reading Let Me Write You A Prose

I'm Such A Believer

I’m Such A Believer

by: rj

 

Everytime you say yes, my eyes shimmer like diamonds

Tell me, why do I tend to believe everything that I’m told?

I never question a paragraph, a sentence, or a word

Whatever you say, dear, I always cherish and hold.

 

You say the sky is dark because somebody painted it black

You say the rain pours down because of a stupid, crying clown.

You say the sun comes up because it has nothing to do down there

You say the night arrives with all its monsters to give us all a scare.

 

You can tell me the world is flat, even if I know it ain’t true

You can tell me silly, boring jokes, and I still listen to you.

You can tell me lies, over and over like a broken recorder

You can ask me to jump and for you I’ll jump higher.

 

Oh no, honey I’m not dumb, I’m sure you know that very well.

But for the love of you, I choose to believe anything you will tell.

It’s so hard to pretend that it’s alright, that I don’t comprehend

But since I’ve fallen for you, I couldn’t care less if I seemed to have an empty head. 

 

I’m such a believer, oh boy, could this be caused by cabin fever?

I dare not ask why you do this and that, afraid that I might make you mad

I dare not leave or pack lest I be castigated, severed or shot

Oh no, there’s no leaving or stopping, nothing close to being apart

 

I am such a believer for your love and your heart.

No way will I tire believing from the end to the start

I am such a believer that eventually you’ll change.

And that tomorrow my darling, my shattered heart, you’ll mend.

I’m Such A Believer

I’m Such A Believer

by: rj

 

Everytime you say yes, my eyes shimmer like diamonds

Tell me, why do I tend to believe everything that I’m told?

I never question a paragraph, a sentence, or a word

Whatever you say, dear, I always cherish and hold.

 

You say the sky is dark because somebody painted it black

You say the rain pours down because of a stupid, crying clown.

You say the sun comes up because it has nothing to do down there

You say the night arrives with all its monsters to give us all a scare.

 

You can tell me the world is flat, even if I know it ain’t true

You can tell me silly, boring jokes, and I still listen to you.

You can tell me lies, over and over like a broken recorder

You can ask me to jump and for you I’ll jump higher.

 

Oh no, honey I’m not dumb, I’m sure you know that very well.

But for the love of you, I choose to believe anything you will tell.

It’s so hard to pretend that it’s alright, that I don’t comprehend

But since I’ve fallen for you, I couldn’t care less if I seemed to have an empty head. 

 

I’m such a believer, oh boy, could this be caused by cabin fever?

I dare not ask why you do this and that, afraid that I might make you mad

I dare not leave or pack lest I be castigated, severed or shot

Oh no, there’s no leaving or stopping, nothing close to being apart

 

I am such a believer for your love and your heart.

No way will I tire believing from the end to the start

I am such a believer that eventually you’ll change.

And that tomorrow my darling, my shattered heart, you’ll mend.

Lie To Me

* Note: I am cross-posting this “verse” from my “private” blog which most people might find very disturbing, rebellious and explicit. I call it the “blog of and about the darker side of me“. Obviously, as much as I’d like to, I can’t even post the blog’s URL and I’ve blocked it from search engines as well.

This one post is actually the “tamest” article I’ve written there. This is not the original article. This is actually the “watered-down” version of it and I would want to share it here. I wish I could share more. :) Continue reading Lie To Me