Sing me my Elegy

Sing me My Elegy

In the rhythm of happiness,
Free of every day's sadness and the recurring madness.
You'll see me lie motionless
Inside my coffin listening and content to hear your voice exalting my descent
You might see me arrogantly life but in truth I am rejoicing.
Life a seed that mother nature held and will one day rise from the grave as an epic ceremony.

An unending story gone comedy.
By now I can feel it, all of it.
Tears falling, heart aching and emotions overflowing.
I too can hear the silent whispers of laughter with and at me,
The fool that died and the hero that achieved eternity.

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I shall pray for you all the most exalting demise,
Fitting for queens and kings like all of you and I.

Though my only selfish wish
Would be to open my eyes,
To see you cry,
My palms to catch your tears,
My arms and shoulder to embrace you one last time
And my lips to bid you goodbye.
Then to close it once more to give you a parting kiss before I,
On my own,
Close the lid of my casket and bury myself in the pit of longing.
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Again, I found this in my phone. I edited this because...

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In hope of everyone around my pyre, giving my body the baptismal of fire
And my spirit immortality.
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This was in the 3rd stanza. Unfortunately funeral by pyre and funeral in the cemetery have different process. The burning to ashes and the burying beneath the soil. I'm not into history so I don't know much about funerals.

This poem was actually a prose... because in the last 2 stanzas, in the note in my phone, there were no stanza at all. But a paragraph. So, again, I edited this to make it a poem. Though, if I remember it right, this was supposed to be a poem. Whatever...

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Run away from your dreams
Or be caged forever.
Open your eyes
Do not shut them,
Wake up
It's time to go.
Wake up,
Time to move on.

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Again, I found this in my phone.

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Strip your eyes
Of their lids
Just so you would
wake up.
Your tears would bleed
But you must smile.

Hide away your pain,
Hide your eyes and cry,
It is the only way
To live, lie and die.
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Found this in my phone. I don't know if I already posted this somewhere hence, I just feel like including this here.

And yes, in my phone. I got this note app program, I don't know if every phone has it, I just utilize it for whatever I want. Most of the time literary.

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"Why are you crying?"
An angel asked a weeping child.
"I'm sad," the child replied.

"Why are you sad?"
Asked the angel in reply.
But, sadly, the child
Continued weeping.

"Why are you sad?"
Again the angel asked.
"Because... because..."
But the child continued to weep.

There was silence of voices
But child's sobs and weeps continued.
When much time had passed
The angel decided to leave.

The moment the angel was about
To take flight into the sky
A familiar voice spoke anew,
"Wait! Please. Stay..."

It was the child
Wishing for company.
The angel turned and sat beside the child.

"Why do you want me to stay?"
The angel asked.
"I'm lonely. Please stay," the child replied.
And that answered the angel's first question.

The Conductor

An old man sat in the middle of the woods
On a giant overgrowth of olden times.
There he was nourishing the forest
With tears that fell from his eyes.

The forest heard the rhythm of his tears.
Though the tone was sorrowful and melancholic
It was, nonetheless, refreshing and nostalgic.

Birds, avian and fowl
Went near to sing with the song.
While the wind clapped and shouted for an encore.

At last the man stopped
And finally the sky gave way,
For it was her turn to give compliment
With rose and bouquet made of rain.

The man stood and walked out of the forest
As the trees with their leaves, branches and twigs
Sought for an autograph, an audience
Or, at least, touch the man for all his worth.

Sadly, he was ignorant of the patrons
Nor was he aware of the concert that have happened.
Tragic, still, the forest never knew where he went,
And, most unfortunate, the man never knew his worth.

Why Sea of Woods?

Sea of Woods?

 

Why Sea of Woods? Often we would wonder before, during or after we read a piece what the title is all about. Why is that? One of the many reasons, the title introduces the readers. But to what? To what they'll be reading? Untitled #1,#2,#3. Well, that's F**ed up. But you know, my probable  reader, I want you to read my work without any introduction to any of it. Much like a blind audition in The Voice episodes, you've got to read my pieces first before... you make any criticism. F*ck the title!

 

But seriously, Sea of Woods. Awfully makes no sense if I say that the title apparently has no meaning. Fortunately, it does have a meaning. What is the meaning or rather why is it called Sea of Woods. You've got to read my works first.

 

Here's a probable hint:

 

In the middle of the woods
During a moment of reverie
When I noticed that my senses
Particularly of direction
Severed from reality
Guided me in a lush field of verdure
Surrounded by dense forest fog
And nearby an echoing stream
Which I could never find.
But I hardly took notice of it,
For in the woods,
Away from reality,
Dreams come to life.

 

Why is it called Sea of Woods, you decide why. Or perhaps that isn't in your thought right now, that is much appreciated. For books are never judged by the color of its page, nor where letters where concluded by the smear of blood all over the unreadable hand writing. And mostly never on the smile of a venerable mad man during the child birth of her daughter. What am I saying?

 

Without farther ado. This is my first note, entitled "why sea of woods?" And I highly doubt anyone will reading this.

An Epithaph to a Fallen Hero

Where are you now,
The hero who shall rise?

Have you drowned ever so deep
On the sadness that overflows?
Or have you lost your way
When all roads lead the same?

Where are you now,
The hero who drowned?
Where are you now,
The hero who was lost?

Where are you now, hero?
Will you still ever rise?