Art

"Art, a benevolent device procured to provoke an enigmatic action relevant to escaping once benighted reality."

Monday, May 14, 2012

Door


I opened the door,
I let you in.
I showed you the real me,
I whispered all my secrets.
I flew with you,
I fell from the skies, alone.
I was mistaken,
I thought we're the best of friends.
I opened again the door,
I let you in.

Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Territory


My only undying love,
forever will hold you near
upon your hardest battle,
shall embrace your fears
and on your greatest fall,
shall bestow you courage;
for sweet loving heart,
indeed, you are my territory.

My eyes shall borrow tears
for every second you depart,
for you are my territory;
place I could forget the scars
I will defend you from wraths
through this world may reveal
and I shall not leave you behind
even time comes I would fail.

Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012

Only Lonely People Write Poetry


Laments of sadness
in the middle of serene nights,
fragmented hearts
wrangle scrambled minds;
shadowed mistakes, open wounds,
profound mysteries of once reality,
myriad eyes failed to perceive
the intrinsic meaning of a poetry;
arbitrary decisions can lead
loud confusions to imprint,
but an ink of a poet's pen
evokes concealed feelings.

Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012

Saturday, May 12, 2012

She Is My Poetry

I write through the words I could not speak,
for every teardrop, lying on her lonely lips;
she is my sunset before night comes awake,
she is my poetry, in my dreams, when I sleep.

I write on the silence embraced by the night,
for every hope, foresee but strength to move;
I cast myself, away from the shadows of life,
she is my poetry, in my eyes, when I love.

I write those heartaches she tried to seclude,
for every doubt, which ever maimed her feet;
she is a one perfect love story to be told,
she is my poetry, in my grave, on my death.

Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012

Friday, May 11, 2012

Valley of Love


      Lost,
with thy stranger in this valley of love;
we know nothing when it started
      and where the edge will be found.

      Entrapped,
from thy mem’ries, but we’ve already escaped;
we hold each other’s heart and mind
      to consume the eterne time,
      with this intimacy we couldn’t e’er forget.

      Wand’ring,
with thy stanger who changed my plans;
and now, if the world seems to blur,
      I’d rather to behoove thy loving arms.

      Trials,
sometimes could lead us to separate the walk;
but in fine of ev’ry misunderstanding,
      we could still foresee those chances
      to meet our hearts and minds at the same road.

      Lessons,
as we crossed thy rivers and climbed thy peaks;
and tears, and smiles defined ev’ry chapter
      where this valley that we would take.

      Estranging,
thyselves away from the woods, full of dangers;
thine eyes, was once puzzled,
      becometh our ways to be unknown:
      but still we promised, no promises shall be withered.

      Forever,
might be benighted, thus, ne’er enough;
as long as we stand still
      with thy hearts and thy minds,
        we’d be together walking through this valley of love.

Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012

Her Love


It was a cold, dark and difficult Wednesday
night;
I was walking through a lonely street beneath
the moonlight:
I can't stop thinking of her for a thousand times,
When I'm about to feel that her love is just a lie.

The tears were falling when we broke up only
yesterday,
Yet I still went to her house to tell the last
goodbye.
And I can't believe that our love has its end,
We loosened the tie and we just turned up on
pretending.

After a few minutes...

As I was standing one step apart from her door,
I found something yet I didn't mind it at all;
Still I walked forward and once opened her
house,
And there I saw something that really brought
me down.

I found her lying in front of me on her own
blood;
With a knife on her hand and a letter of her
love.
It was a sorrowful moment I could never ever
forget to see,
When that letter was telling that she killed
herself because of me.


Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012

Everytime We Kiss



Our bodies tremble with its softest touch,
Fiery eyes are calmed by autumn winds,
With fallen leaves surround us ---
     confusions are swept away.

Arms held tightly together,
No words can explain;
But the fact that we've shared
     mutual feelings,
Azure skies are filled up with glitters.

I can see the love the moment
I look into your beautiful face,
The light of a new morning forbids
Murky shadows of once yesterdays;

Everything turned into slow motion,
Everything is destined to be perfect
     everytime we kiss ---

And it doesn't matter how far or close
     I am, from your side
All that matters is how
     your sweetest lips invite.

Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012

I Was Perfected By You


And then I found my way back to the corners,
draining salty tears running on my face;
believing for someone's words to whisper,
then you came in the midst of my darkness.

Sudden shivers of my body may never calmed,
midnight sorrows, turned to calling her;
but I was strong enough to bury the pains I had,
for you told me to stand still when I was cursed.

And now loving you is still shrouded in mystery,
but these artifacts will remain for thousand years;
I was perfected by someone's imperfections, indeed,
and then I found my way back to the corners.


Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012

Note To The Loving Heart


I behold no ordinary affection dissembles on your eyes,
And I shall take you, dear, to the paradise;
I once dreamed of you, now you are my reality
For you are every woman in the world to me.

Our language diverged for one word we call, love;
And I love you; always will, and always have.
Never that smile will die on your rosy lips
For everything is perfect when you came.

Time  has no meaning if I do not have you here,
And forever, I will fill the gaps of your fingers,
No reason for us to walk on separate ways
For I will be the wind on your broken wings.

I behold no ordinary affection dissembles on your eyes,
And I shall take you, dear, to the paradise;
You are now a castle built on my brain
For you are every woman in the world to me.

Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012

Thursday, May 10, 2012

I Must Not Fear Evil (I Must Fear My God)



Must I fear evil? I should not!
For whom I must fear is my God.
Who cares me. Who departs not;
Who shares love. Who gives light
(To which its lurk showed me the way).
For God, Himself, is the beauty of every purest day.

I am blind, yet I can perceive.
I am dumb, yet I can speak.
I am poor, yet I am rich.
I am rejected, yet I am accepted.
Must I fear evil? I should not!
For God saves me from that Land of Nod.

My heart dwells always upon His arms
When there’s no chance, He delivers chance
With this Nature, I can wander not alone
With that Heaven, Heaven is my Home;
For my God’s Love, time can always reveal
That I should fear Him, Jesus, not the evil.



Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012

Pamamaalam


hindi kita minahal
at sana'y 'wag mong paniwalaang
kahit minsan ma'y iniisip pa rin kita;
nanaisin pang iwanan ka't limutin ang nakaraan
samakatuwid hindi ko
gugunitain ang mayroon tayo noon
nais ko lamang na lisanin na ang mundo
ngayong wala ka na,
ako ay liligaya na ng kasintulad ng dati
papa'no pa ba kaya
mababatid mo'ng lahat ng ito
kung sa ngayong nakatago pa ang mga luha sa'yong mga mata
ngunit paalam na lang ba ang s'yang bukambibig upang
makalimutan ang iyong mga ngiti
na hindi ko
hangad na mahagkan ka sa t'wina
(ngunit ang totoo, basahin mo mula sa ibaba)

Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

MIRЯORED

I am him. He is me.

I looked at him, wondered ---
Does he ever feel the same?
He has my eyes, my nose,
my lips, my hair,
everything from me.
But I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

I touched him, he also touched me.
I talked, he also talked,
but I can't hear his voice.
He could predict my actions;
If I laugh, cry,
weep, and smile,
he always imitates me.
But I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

We are friends;
the truth and the lie.
Sometimes enemies;
but if I'll kill him, I'll die.
I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

I am him. He is me.

If only we exchange worlds...



Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012