HUZN:Poems of Melancholy

HUZN:Poems of Melancholy

These collection of poems, again is more like melancholic, out of sorrow to create these works as well as out of experiences being made and passed through. In fact, like the first two collections (Rizza and Mafe), these poems bear also defiance and a need to rise up. Melancholy in a sense that I am too attached to the realm that was and is likely to destroy me and I trying to be free; passion perhaps it can be as a symptom of this kind of melancholia as what the Arab doctor Al-Kindi said, or in case of Ibn Sina that I diagnosed ḥuzn (melancholia) in a lovesick man if his pulse increased drastically when the name of the girl he loved was spoken (oh god!).

Well...
I am trying to recover, simply by the use of poetry.


Limbo

I am not from hell
I am not from heaven
My life now unknown
My mind is broken
A shattered dream
Now found and fused
As my soul now sent
To a place called limbo

My soul is now in limbo
My soul is now unknown
The victims forgotten
In limbo now on
My soul is now in limbo
My life is in there
Where my life is mended
By reason and fate

Bound by faith
Leading to an unknown fate
Whose their sound is somewhat happiness
But their sould bound for the way
From the day baptized in water
From the day baptized in fire
A desciple of heathen, a desciple of god
Will set the scripture virtually now

My soul is now in limbo
Where freedom is known
The wisdom of the centuries
Where left and undone
My soul is now in limbo
My life is in there
Where my life is mended
By reason and fate

When I play upon the music
I felt so with doubt
The song of virtual darkness
Out of pain, out of fault
As the dance of nataraja
Now sets upon to me
The door of limbo opens
Even baptized like me

My soul is now in limbo
Where my saddness flows
No god nor even devil
Ever set foot or saw
My soul is now in limbo
My life is in there
Where my life is mended
By reason and fate


The song of Charmel in response to Paul's death

Justice for the man, whom dwellth in the prison cell
For his cause is trason whom never made or prepared
His writings not bad for him
His criticisms are bit for us
But some considered wrong
While others called it right

Justice for the man, whom dwellth in the prison cell
Our justice for him will be until his death
And so is his love for us
As his pen laid to rest
A the lights then turned off
And left his room will end in gloom

Our memories will fade
Like dead leaves on the pathway
If he dies we'll die for him
For death's the beginning

Someday the authorities
Will bow unto him
His ideas set free
Unlike he's then living

Justice for him, even he's dead today
But for us he's not dead
He lives with berglend
Till the end!



Tis! the scriptor dies!
(aka: The Writer’s Requiem)

Tis! the scriptor dies!
cut off by hate but not his faith
Accomplished is his sacrifice
For his written work is done

The pen laid in him alone
The black ink had spilled and flowed
The waxing moon is risen on
and his revenging days now roam.

The days of Death and mourn is set
and all may live through him set free
his fiends lost their mortal pow’r
Tis destroyed by infamy.



A Writer’s Hope

My hope is built on nothing less
than my own blood and my own pen
I dare not trust my unknown fame
but Inspired me by love and pain.

Through you o Endless love I bow
and other ones have broken vow
and other ones have broken vow

When midnight veils its lovely face
like my love with unchanging grace
through my own pen and paper lies
and life’s written by fate and time

Through you o Endless love I bow
and other ones have broken vow
and other ones have broken vow





Pen

The in, like blood flows
In every part of paper
That paper, acts like flesh
In our bodies tender
The idea would act as its soul
Annd its words its mind
For the one who hath made is human
And therefore he created his written own


Your heart will burn my soul

"Adios, mujer del noche
Adios, rosa roja en la pluma"

The symphony of fate goes as the song plays
Playing their instruments suitable
As melodies release through
And it passes though my mind and soul
And penetrates them all
That leads me to some temporary distress
That comes before you

Oh!
You can't descend from the abyss like satan once do
You can't come from heaven like the lord who remain through
You lady from the nights, in darkness you came appeared
With your heart burning my soul totally
A written symphonic mythology
That becomes a reality
Written by you for me

As the sound of music continues as you came
You, like a symphony, would transform into a fairy
And enter my realm to free
Your heart, with outmost heartbeat
Would set my body free
And my soul burning with our glee
And I screaming as I see
You embracing me


Chloe
(for Chloe Dauden)

Chloe was like a barbie doll when I last saw her
And she looks so happy as she with her boyfriend together
But her boyfriend was so sad, emotional and in grief
While Chloe wanted him happy- a doll for a freak

Chloe was so chubby sexy when I saw her
She's a preppy, preppy like the other girls before her
And so the other boys keep staring and see
That Chloe today was not so glee
For her boyfriend was dead, hanging in an oak tree

Chloe turned different as her boyfriend end dead
She became emo? OH GOD!
I was so shocked when again I stare at her
Even her parents, friends, strangers alike
That Chloe turned emo walking on the roadside

Her eyes end black and red as I saw Chloe
Different from her old pink and white
Poor Chloe I just wanted to make her happy
I'll make her scream to the music of this song



The sound of the Kos

When I hear the sound of the Kos
In the Mehterhane last night
I feel the tension as my blood flows
Directly on my heart on time
With the sound of Zurna piping
And Davul, Nakare beating
With the trumpets continously blowing
And so our voices wailing

When I hear the sound of the Kos
We join the chant and sing
I scream as the beat laid
Out of tension in my heart bring
As if destruction now come
With the hearts of war running
And so the sound of the Kos
Its melody sets fire to me

As we wail the song and I scream
The sound of the Mehterhane blazes
The melodies of our sound fuses
Like blood and powder raised
And so is the fire comes
From the beat of the giant Kos
Like the fire of the cannon gun
Set to the enemy at once

But the song we've sing is not joyful
For a requiem is what er've sung
The melodies of the Meherhane
Is such joyful as it was
As we've reached our guitars and play
And so I will scream and sing
Along with the Kos still throttling
For it adds fire to me

With a shot of nice absinthe
And rhum cola as we please
We sing the song of madness
And of sadness out of hearts to ease
With our melodies we have made
And the Mehterhane we have made
Starting with the sound of the Kos
It leads us to our cause

With tension and swelling of our hearts
And blood flowing in our veins apart
The music continue playing
With the chants and songs we start
Starting with the sound of the Kos
And the instruments playing
Our requiem will be voiced on
Turns into the sound of fire and cause upon


Ode to the Red Warriors

"Carpe diem! delenda est Tirannia!"

Legions of faith, driven by fate
Revenge is their cause to set on
Scarlet as color, and so is dark black
Set fourth the old Ascension

Marching over the silver moon
Footsteps in the Winter gloom
Warriors red as Righteous Cause
with legacy written in the stars

Men then stayed in same cold night
waiting for such ascension
While others fallen in every mile
Destined for such Redemption

Then Advance fourth! Death came soon
Out of enemies casting doom
Then the battle fourth as the old Predict last noon:
The cult of holy war has brought!
Death will came and step on path fourth!

Blood of red Warriors spilled within
over path and over green
Corpses of red warriors scattered within
as angels of death stepped in
Shrieking winds of Red warrior's souls
someday born again on midnight call
as Death rides his black stallion
At the fore of the lost battalion
As Winter and fire casts hate
An epoch of redemption



The Oath

I hereby swore to god almighty
one in holy trinity
To my comrades as witness be
My faithful allegiance to them
sole and indivisible
forevermore

I swore that I'll not use my power entrusted
For Oppression wanted
I swore only to defend
Till the last tear of blood flows
and end up as carcass

I swore to my comrades, my friends, and my family
That someday hope will fullfill
I swear that I'll give up my life
As a sacrifice to thy sacred cause
and honor wanted to have

And so is my last breath
That I shall hate the Enemy
Who molested my community
And includes me

And through your call
I came upon to join in
Even life is my money
and so is my blood to be

And end up as Martyrs
Unknown and missing as I
Considered as Legendary figures
Written by Fate and History

And so this my solemn Oath
I am bound to be
DEATH for DEATH
BLOOD for BLOOD!

and so it ends
and so help me god
through the compassion of his son!

AMEN



"Oh Where are the days"

Oh where are the days
How did we spend them?
They've gone in a twinkling of an eye
How sweet is their memory

My god is my destination
My god is my goal
Written in the scriptures
Foretold to all
My god is my destination
My god is my goal

As the crusader thy announceth
Thy famous sacred call
Our people fighting fourth
Did not renounce his religion
As they end up sold
their souls into the lord

Thy lord who lead us
Who terrorizes thy enemy
Who cast them to hell fire
And thus end their journey
Our strength is his faith
And our weapon is gun brandished

If they call me a heretic
I say that this is an honor
Our terrorism is blessed, a divine decree
If they call me a bandit
Thus some call me a freedom fighter
Our terrorism is blessed, a divine decree

We destroyed thy enemy
With prayers and bullets
Out of such theology
Of freedom from sadness
Turning their fortresses
Into pile of rubble

Oh where are the days
How did we spend them?
They've gone in a twinkling of an eye
How sweet is their memory


For Irgun Zvai Leumi

What is dearer to me in yerushalayim
As it shook its earth and we raise its stones
You will not be saved o thy foe
Thy Apocalypse hath just begun
Trying to resist to end in the hell fire
thy Apocalypse hath just begun

From the volcanoes of Eretz Israel's stones
As you are the target of my eyes
As I will even willingly fall as a martyr
Likely to Beatify, Canonize as a saint
And you will end on the hell fire
thus be prepared for it


We will strike

Many times defeat seldom win
End up in slumber,set fourth within
but someday we will set revenge upon from it
after the times we end up beat

The tracks today have been set right
from the grounds of darkness and reap the light
we will set the wrath coming from our past
we will strike the fire-this will be our last!

The hearts of every men, comrades and alike
now bursting into fear, as they hear the news last night
They saidth through that they’ve been beaten,for others called it right
-But to us Never it called as Right-and we will strike

The tracks today have been set right
from the grounds of darkness and reap the light
we will set the wrath coming from our past
we will strike the fire-this will be our last!

Walking on the street, in every way
Looking at the statue of the man as if crucified and cry
But on his tears the flames from his heart shook
As if like molten steel making a hook

The tracks today have been set right
from the grounds of darkness and reap the light
we will set the wrath coming from our past
we will strike the fire-this will be our last!

The hearts of every men, comrades and alike
now bursting into fear, as they hear the news last night
They saidth through that they’ve been beaten,for others called it right
-But to us Never it called as Right-and we will strike

The tracks today have been set right
from the grounds of darkness and reap the light
we will set the wrath coming from our past
we will strike the fire-this will be our last!

we will strike the fire-this will be our last!



"the march of liberation"

in dark days of the morning
the army now marching in
with our guns now pointed
unto the enemy

singing the songs of the old
alongside the new hymns
with the pleasant music
as we march to the fields

o freedom we are coming
we will cry we will scream
for we prepared to die in
in fields full of filth.

O almighty set it free
set fourth our blessing
and the damed may get cursed in
to befell and killed.

tis the song of the fallen
they'll hear the song we've singing
the music of the struggle
with requiems and of fire

with history as our wittiness
now records our fight
more dead wounded and missing
and names disapeared from our places

rise up the host of freedom
from oppressor to the oppressed
rise up the guns and fire in
to the wrath of enemy's

let them die flee in squalor
for death is approaching them
let revenge of the fallen
set now upon to them

to martyrs to the fallen
to the dead we thing this song
may their grave be remembered
and to those lost may found

let our cries be disappear
and peace may come in
the darkness will fade away
and so is our pain