KATLEAH: Poems of Liberation

KATLEAH: Poems of Liberation

These set of poems are created out of sympathy for the people as well as the society that I belong. Calling for liberation that in the past many people are fighting for it, as well as genuine social justice towards the creators of our history. It also includes the poem "Litany of Katleah" since it was originally a part of the compilation.

In addition to that, these set of poems are influenced by the styles coming from the first three compilations RIZZA (about the anger), MAFE (of love) and HUZN (melancholy), as well as inspired by the realities that people experienced, specifically the struggles being faced through and dreams of liberation and genuine social justice. Or even out of imagination, of knights wearing armor and fighting with its horde to break the chains of oppression and instead of preserving their lord's abode, I would say that most of the words are likely to be called as subversive, but on the other side, these comes from the sentiment of man as he or she tries to free from the chains and blindfolds being bind through. And so were these poems being made- a sentiment being written.

Katleah

Katliya Zivi!

Well brushed brown hair, white skinned lady, joining in the ranks
Wearing an armor, with sword brandished in her hand
What a lady like the other warriors end amazed
For her name's Katleah, freedom fighter fighting to redeem

Blood of warriors, knights and rebels even Valkyries
Flows in her veins to her beauty that seemed enchanting
But in battles she's quite valiant same as amongst men
Leaving chains from slaves and oppressed rot until opened

From every field, from every town lies the holy hordes
As her horn blown giving her foes fleeing on their abodes
Coming from the darkness comes to light shining and shimmering
Coming from iron, from Katleah and her hordes charging

Blood and Iron, chain mail and fire fused in every field
Same as darkness, thunder, lightning and the shouts being heard
This may the Ragnarok being said by ages and retold?
Now been fulfilled, the final war begins to unfold

Will the oppressed ones joining in her hordes giving foes revenge?
From her horn blown and broken chains leaving foes their stench
This may remembered or may forgotten her life and exploits?
Perhaps someday people will know this is history



Lovely

Staring at your gypsy like eyes
Reminds of the midnight skies
Recalling the happy times
Even we're apart

Likely to hear your sweetest voice
Likely to feel your touch that flows
That makes me happy and thus makes free
To a lady I call her Lovely

Well brushed hair enchanting looks
Like a nymph in a story book
Makes me inspired with happiness
Makes me rising from sadness

And thus in every pencil or a quill
Gives life to an endless work
All because of you Oh Lovely,
A flower of the protracted struggle.


Izabelle

Red roses blooming in the fields of struggle
Picked by the maiden whom I remember most
As she walk forth to the way where my comrades
Marching and staying in trenches and the foxholes
Fighting the foe back then many years ago

Just like a young child as what others think of her
The girl what others called her as Re-Belle,
Oh Izabelle you are the Rose of the battle
Whose color is deep red the color of spilled blood

Just like the old past when the world is in distress
Likely to be seen in your recalling eyes
List'ning to stories of knights along with peasants
Same as the stories spoken by the partisans
Fighting the foe back then many years ago

Just like a young child as what others think of her
The girl what others called her as Re-Belle,
Oh Izabelle you are the Rose of the battle
Whose color is deep red the color of spilled blood

Staring the sunset and the evening's beginning
Thus you are thinking the ones admired most
Smelling the scent of the fragrance of the roses
Makes you to rise and to join the suff'ring masses
Fighting the foe back then many years ago

Just like a young child as what others think of her
The girl what others called her as Re-Belle,
Oh Izabelle you are the Rose of the battle
Whose color is deep red the color of spilled blood



Call of the People's War

An answer to this system: PEOPLE'S WAR!

Rotten trees, rotten roots
Rotten all over or even its fruits
Despite having new leaves the disease makes them rust
Makes them rust, makes them rot

Same as the society where the system remains the same
As the past continues to creep being dictated so it seems
The people thinking free end chained as they end deceived
By the authorities around whose their word as decree

Comprador-bourgeoisie, Landlord-CEO
Staying on their offices where their profits grow
Workers, farmers, Petty-B's
National Bourgeoisies scramble for few

Is this the system that will forever last
A system created from centuries past
Despite our freedom created calling sham
Despite the laws we obeyed or calling it spam

Different presidents, different senators,
Different congressmen, different mayors
Being voted as leaders, chosen by people
Or rather handpicked by the few, picked by the compradors?

Same as our economy where anything is cash crop
Our rice is so expensive so why we angry not
And so in the commodity like water and electricity
Growing expensively, growing to end up cut?

And so is our culture where anything enforced us
For they forced us to flow whatever deep or where it goes
Not knowing where is its end, nearly forgetting who are we
Noticing that we are in chains, brains washed in the TV

As well as the military and what we have seen
Acting as security guards of the few society
Calling as soldiers, servants of our people
But why are they acting like paramilitary?

Anything around us are those who destroyed us
Destroying nationalism, of popular sovereignty
Replacing with globalization, of their own democracy
Being drugged by the ideas of the oligarchy!

And so are the sounds of the music we hear
Near and far, all over that tries us to fear
AS we being chained all over in our bodies
Same as our mindsets virtually washed off for years!

We can't withstand this pain created for many years
As we resist this challenge despite doubt and fear
For this system is rotten and there is a solution
And the answer to this system: PEOPLE'S WAR!



March of the oppressed masses
(Made using the melody of the song "White Army, Black Baron",
also known as "Workers of Vienna")

Comprador-Landlords hate the masses
Turning a state in a debt and mess
But from the mountains to squatters we'll see
The People's Army brings victory

So masses hold your ranks
Stand fast and steady
For struggle raise your rifles strong
Towards Manila,
Towards our freedom
Get ready for the last great fight

The bureaucrats hate the ways masses stand
In every urban or rural land
But the oppressed ones will end up in arms
Whether the placard or by the gun

The horns of war are raised
Blowing the people's war
An uprising of masses strong
United under
The blood red banner
Get ready for the last great fight

We'll hear the rattling of guns in the fields
Same with the beat of the truncheons in streets
But as the farmers and workers unite
Creating an army to counter the "right"

Encircling their strongholds
Repelling their own fold
Destroying chains of centuries-old
Reviving freedom
With revolution
Get ready for the last great fight

Forward now comrades march, march ahead
Towards Manila as our last stand
Carrying the weapon in our blood stained hand
Swearing to live and die in this land

We shall scare the oppressors
Both here and from abroad
From farm to town, slum to city
Carrying the weapons
Of revolution
Get ready for the last great fight

United front of the masses shall see
Millions strong makes them hard to rip
We'll flood the cities and rip off their rights
By the oppressed ones with all their might

With the party as guide
People's army as might
The front shal't join us in the fight
United under
The blood red banner
Get ready for the last great fight

So masses hold your ranks
Stand fast and steady
For struggle raise your rifles strong
Towards Manila,
Towards our freedom
Get ready for the last great fight

Towards Manila,
Towards our freedom
Get ready for the last great fight




Our flag

I

I want to see my banner
With its top is color red
For that is the color of struggle
Of the masses with blood bled

I want to see my banner
And not to say it calls for war
For red signifies the people
Who fought for a land just

We shalt hear no reaction
Who calls this intention bad
For the masses has the reason
To defend this oppressed land

And thus we'll raise the banner
With its top is color red
Recalling our martyred dead

II

I want to see my banner
With its top is color red
It does not mean its a coup d' etat
Or other fiasco led

I want to see my banner
With its top is color red
For that its means the masses
Dwelling in a water centered land

We shalt hear no reaction
Who calls this intention bad
For the masses has the reason
To defend this oppressed land

And thus we'll raise the banner
With its top is color red
Recalling our martyred dead

III

I want to see my banner
With its top is color red
Being flown with the red flags
In every corner of the land

I want to see my banner
With its top is color red
For our ideas never die
And all will understand

We shalt hear no reaction
Who calls this intention bad
For the masses has the reason
To defend this oppressed land

And thus we'll raise the banner
With its top is color red
Recalling our martyred dead




Na Juris!
(Made using the melody of the old Yugoslav song "Na Juris",
meaning "Charge")

Na Juris! Na Juris! Na Juris!
Advance! Forward the revolution
Destroy and repel the reaction
From field to the city
Rip off the old glory
Na Juris ohej partisan
March forward towards our freedom!

Na Juris! Na Juris! Na Juris!
Swarm like the fishes in waters
Of masses, oppressed ones and others
Repelling the fascists
Destroying the Racists
Na Juris ohej partisan
March forward towards our freedom!

Na Juris! Na Juris! Na Juris!
We shalt rebuild our country
We shalt restore its real glory
Proletariat's vision
Is Partisan's mission
Na Juris ohej partisan
March forward towards our freedom!



Kings of the Trigger

Many months, many years
Justice is the wish and the people's will
Justice against the long term oppression
Coming from the oppressors, and the unjust

"Kings of the trigger" as what we called them
Ready to trigger as fast as lightning
Every oppressors cannot escape
As their skins end up penetrated by the bullets

"Working class defenders" as what we called them
And the mission they got is "to defend the working class"
Oppressed sectors, seeking real freedom
Only to be redeemed by the "Kings of the trigger"

Every wrongdoing always bend
As the "Kings of the trigger awaits them to end



A partisan's paean

I always wanted to become a Partisan
Defending the entire working class
And contributing to a new society
Starting in this forsaken land

The partisan's mission is to change
Creating a just and free society
A principled objective
That involves our lives as our price

Knowing the society as totally oppressed
Semi-feudal, Semi-colonial as what they expect
And in every solution they agreed and set
People's war as their answer and will never forget

And marching to the mountains
Marching to the fields
Fighting against every oppressors
For the oppressed to be redeemed

Same as in the cities
Using voices not arms
Calling for changes
In midst of the crisis

Arousing the people and so is organizing
Then mobilizing them all over the community
Disseminating the truth, redeeming everybody
Punishing the oppressed all over the country

From the mountains to the cities
From the terrain to the sea
There will always be partisans
Fighting until this nation redeemed!



Litany of Katleah

She is the girl, and her name is Katleah
She is the girl, the female partisan
She is the girl, whose music is the struggle
She is the girl, whose instrument is her gun

Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!^
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!

She is the girl-descendant of crusaders
She is the girl-the seat of st. Aquinas*
She is the girl-the sword of the oppressed ones
She is the girl-Of million blows and thrice strikes

Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!

She is the girl, whose blood from her sword flowing
She is the girl, whose rifle kept on firing
She is the girl, whose banner is red flying
She is the girl, a woman worth remembr'ing

Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!

Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!



Litany of Katleah (another version

Because of Katleah and a flask of vodka,
I and my men will march towards Manila
Will burn the enemy's outposts and checkpoints
Two or three that enemies feel their loss

Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!

Beacause of Katleah and a flask of vodka
I and my men will march towards Manila
Oh! Kamarad remember our objective
Saving the people and give our foes Justice

Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!
Hej! Katliye! fire the gun partisane!



Katliye Zivi!
("Katleah lives" in croatian)

Katleah lives inside our hearts,
For our struggle lives undone;
Recalling her past, adventures and exploits,
Recalling her past, of redemption of truth,
That every book written with love.

We will always remember her,
and thus she will live;
In our hearts, our minds and spirits whole,
For she redeemed us from our enemies,
In every killing spree.

Forever in our hearts she will always live,
A lasting memory in life's history;
That a maiden clad in armor,
And her sword raised in valor,
Leading us oppressed to victory.

And to say "Katliye Zivi!"



Hymn of the Democratic Youth of the World
(English version, based on the song made by Novikov)

Children of different peoples
We are dream of lasting peace
But in every distress
We are willing to fight as they pleased
In every country and nation
With different race, creed, religion
Coming together, in common purpose
Leading towards freedom

Let the songs of friendship of children resound
Let resound, let resound
Let our voices of our struggles sing aloud
Let aloud, let aloud
We, children are,
We are united with a common goal
Let the songs and voices of of children resound
Hand in hand, shout as one

Recalling our past struggles
Lead by masses of ages old
Despite of different blood flows
Unity is our lasting goal
From faces happiness glowing
Reminds of new era rising
"We are the future" This what the old says
Therefore we will fulfill

Let the songs of friendship of children resound
Let resound, let resound
Let our voices of our struggles sing aloud
Let aloud, let aloud
We, children are,
We are united with a common goal
Let the songs and voices of of children resound
Hand in hand, shout as one

All despite our youngness
We all swore our unbroken oaths
We will raised our banners
We'll confront the reaction as foes
Forcing our peace to its deep grave
That altogether we must save
Let's rise together, hold hands each other
Against the tide of war

Let the songs of friendship of children resound
Let resound, let resound
Let our voices of our struggles sing aloud
Let aloud, let aloud
We, children are,
We are united with a common goal
Let the songs and voices of of children resound
Hand in hand, shout as one




To Ayala we're marching
(Using the German song Dem Morgenrot entgegen)

To Ayala* we're marching
Marching in hand in hand
With red flags in staffs waving
And Placards in our hand

We'll march until we reach and meet
The other ones in another street
And sing the songs of struggle
In a new modern beat

We will meet the policemen
With truncheons in their hands
We are ready to beaten
But not to understand

The words that oppressors speaks
For they hate us for this event we meet
We are ready to beaten
And we'll reply with fists

We'll see the nice made buildings
Made by the calloused hands
Of workers still left unpaid
And more sweat in their backs

They are marching amongst us
Just like the strikes of back then
And shout along with others
"No to that damned Con Ass!"***

Perhaps the evil midget**
Is watching that event
Then she'll reply with killings
And Forced disappearances

Perhaps the people now see
And thus they will now reply
Either with fist or by gun
Fighting for our freedom!

*or Mendiola, same as the title as "To Mendiola we're marching"
**or "Perhaps the damned reaction", then "they" on the "she" part
***or "Gave us what is for us!"

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

MAFE: Poems of Love, Poems of Struggle

MAFE: Poems of Love, Poems of Struggle

These collection of poems I made may considered as the lighter side of mine. Since it epicts love and struggle while the former depicts defiance and resistance. In fact, these poems I made were inspired by the woman I used to meet and befriend. Unlike the other one, this maiden is nice to be with, nice to cope with and lastly, to be considered a lasting inspiration, not just in the realms of the pen, but in my entire life.

Struggle, aside from coping up with the struggles I tried to pass through, also serves as an inspiration since it was out of experiences I, directly or indirectly joined though. My heart, in spite of having scars, may likely to recover-simply through study (both in academics and the society), work, and of course: Selfless love.

Mafe
(to the woman I befriend, I admire)

Your Beauty, as I looked you is a marvelous creation
Molded by the masses like flowers sprung from soil
As if the legends in the book end came true
For the person that I have said is you

Everyday and Every night my mind recalls
As memories of you rise upon from my mind
But as I see you during the days we meet together
In spite of my shyness, I tried to be strong

As if the moon is shining over night
That gives enough light to a barren place
Oh you my maiden ought to give all the best
For the sake of peace and happiness

From every writeup, drawing made with soothing music
Is likely to came your hopeful presence
My heart runs dry, but the struggle goes on
As we both together, will likely end as one.


Yellow Ribbon

When I see a yellow ribbon
Lovking your brown hair
You have beauty that it follows
Over the long red lair
Like yellow bells, white lilies
Bloom in happy spring
Makes your beauty lively
And our loving dream

The beauty that you follow
Is from the masses brought
Back then they are in sorrow
But then they stood and fought
For you oh lovely maiden
With a yellow ribbon on your hair
Brings happiness to me
Like red stars shining
On hearts of fighters cling

When I see you in the crossroads
I am likely to admire
Than end up with a someone
That forced me to a pyre
Your looks, love and happiness
Makes me remember you
As the struggle continues
And so we both fighting through

If we again meet together
I hope you will remember me
For you are my inspiration
In poem, song and dream
For you revived my strugggle
Once wasted for many years
From the woman dreamed and met for
to share your fate with me!

I hope as I remember you
Keep always the yellow ribbon
For this lasting remembrance lives
In every hearts we adore
For your beauty may last for years
With our struggle together end free
To live with hope with each other
To end the decade of misery


To my love

Love,
What you gave me is a marvelous gift
A gift out of sacrifices and anything
That made me amaze out of your sympathy

Love,
You came to me first as my inspiration
But then through days, weeks, months, years
We've been together
You accept me
You give me much imagination
That makes me feel as happy

Love,
Through your beauty and your friendsliness
As well as your tender loving kisses
And admirable appearances
You set me fourth the light to redeem me from darkness

And through you,
From these days of happiness we have
I'm likely to tell the truth
That in times of glad or sadness
You are here and so am I
And to say to you that:
I love you.


The girls of Smyrna

The girls of Smyrna are so pretty nice
When I see at them seduction arise
Till my eyes turned red in blood till it bled
As I stare at them List'ning in the band

The girls of Smyrna are so pretty nice
Seductive beauty like mixed sugar and spice
Sweet as candies, cakes, and turkish delight
Beautiful like jewels shining in the eastern night

The girls of Smyrna are so enchanting
Like red roses blooming in midnight rising
Roses in deep red the colour of blood
Blood of martyrs fallen in the soil once trod

Seductive and enchanting when I once always see
Like spice doused in fire burning fourth upon me
Tis' the girl from Smyrna thus inspire me
Such a virgin on fire as my own eyes now bleed

Just like the serene town this girl once lived
Her serene beauty and love set bliss upon to me
Madness swept away as you gave calm to me
As I myself feel that end me astonished

Even life's a madness ends so easily
That love, like a rose blooming in midnight's bliss
You o beloved one you gave real hope to me
Someday you'll be written in life's history


Mai Moldero-The screamo of my soul

Your looks reminds of the Girl I seldom drew
Through the Eyes I often see that makes me hypnotized pure
As your seduction rises me through the features makes me ablaze
As well as the dance you have made I feel so amaze
But through this Peice I have made it reminds me of you
And with the sound guitars strumming, drums drumming, and shrieks of people through
And I knew someday you'll hear it and what it refers to
It is you Mai Moldero-You the screamo of my soul.

Inside your seduction, I feel your emotion
So deeply sad, so deeply bad, out of humiliation
A shot of Absinthe can forget it through
But a sound inside your mind can recall you
Through this song or not, your emotions can release through
Like fire that can penetrate your heart pure
For you don't know, You are the song
Made for you Mai Moldero-you the screamo of my soul

I know you can't accept it for can't be true
I know it can be hard to explain it for it is you can't hear it through
For your sound you like can be RnB
I don't think so For you are Emo just like me
But inside your broken heart the song likes it through
Can be too little, too much that can be Insecure
Out of being desperate, likely to listen to this song
Or likely to do nothing-or to die to end up all
(Or likely to do suicide, out of problems after all)

O you Mai-I know you may kept on cry
For your heart is broken, and likely to die
Through this song I have sung, Likely to say it as true
You may Scream as the song scream you
Out of People that scream full
For you Mai this song, It is for you and I can't Carry it along
And someday you'll accept it- through this painstaking song
For it is you Mai moldero-you the screamo of my soul
For it is you Mai Moldero-you the screamo of my soul


Luisa

Majestic woman living under the Neva
Divine godess you've bring hope in my heart
Serene in it's majestic besuty
As the cold nights gives passion and strength

So beautiful, event he hardest years
You could withstand all storms and winds
So majestic, immortal like Russia
Come on, to me, into my heart alone

My Luisa, remain eternally young
You may arise the coming day
So majestic, immortal Luisa
It's an honour to share with your fate!


Charmel

I've been dreaming of you, Just like hell
O my beautiful charmel
just like a succubus sent to me
Bringing my soul to insanity
Like a quillrose soaked in red ink
While I'm writing and I'm think

Then my mind explode and my soul fled
Just like the devil had fled
As if I've seen a rose covered in blood
Heiliges quillrose now found!

I've been dreaming of you when I see you in red
Then my eyes turned red till it bled
As if I've seen a rose covered in blood
Heiliges quillrose now found!

Maiden of the pen, Knight of the sword
Oh my Serene Charmel
Like an Angel whom risen in nights
Inspiring men to beat the enemy
Like a Coffee mixed in sweet milk
Then toast drink to victory

Then our minds arouse as you see thee
Inspiring us to lead
As if I've seen a rose covered in blood
Heiliges quillrose now found!

I've been dreaming of you when I see you in red
Then my eyes turned red till it bled
As if I've seen a rose covered in blood
Heiliges quillrose now found!


The song of Paul Srece to Charmel

I have wandered a lot around the world,
I have lived in dugouts, in trenches, and in taiga,
I was buried alive twice in my life,
I have suffered parting, I’ve loved and grieved.
But then someone from heaven appeared to me
And through her I am redeemed:
I thank you O Blood of Berglend!
Heiliges quillrose O my love!

I have loved you as You came to me,
And we cherish together as one,
I love your looks and your style,
And the kindness that makes me arise.
I am always be with you
Only you and nevermore,
I thank you O Blood of Berglend!
Heiliges quillrose O my love!

We will remember that severe autumn,
We will remember the days we have seen,
And the days that god's our wittness
that our love lives forevermore.
Till we die someone remember us,
With roses placed in our graves,
I thank you O Blood of Berglend!
Heiliges quillrose O my love!

Years will Passed and nearly forgotten
But with you I am still remain
Roses bloom in midst of night
As your heart is pure unstained
I will eternally be proud out of you,
Your glory in the centuries will live:
I thank you O Blood of Berglend!
Heiliges quillrose O my love!



Freiheit
(song of berglend)*

Spanish heavens spread their brilliant starlight
High above our trenches in the plain
In the morning a woman comes to greet us
Bringing goodies and exchanged her with a kiss

Far off is our home (our home)
Yet ready we stand (we stand)
We’re fighting and winning for you (for Berglend)
Freiheit!

That woman is such a beauty
That reminds of a woman in TV
But she’s better that i have seen
Ever since i met her on the green

She gave me a custard cake and i eat it
Then she gave me water for a drink
Then i and the girl likely to talk till
Im deeply charmed with her look then

And i said "i’ll not yield a foot to our enemies
Even though the bullets fall like sleet
With i stand those peerles men my comrades
And for us there can be no retreat"

As she left the field now comes the distress,
The bastards now comes to the fight.
Only machine guns stood cut their lives then,
But in our side some are killed and left.

In the midday enemy planes were bombing,
Some of us were killed and bombed our sides.
But the days of theme came to their end,
When our guns pointed to them fire and dead.

Deeply saddened when i saw the fallen
Some are wounded and some are unbreathe
For the enemy’s likely to kill us
But on our side we’re likely to kill them

As i saw the woman that i have met,
Carried her rifle and bayonet.
And i talked to her and said "do not die",
But she said "i will join the fight".

When the howitzer strikes to the dark side
I felt that our revenge will destroy them
While the girl load her rifle with bullet
To snipe and to shot the enemy

But the enemy’s wrath still unfallen,
When their blood flows to our trenches and
Even our guns kept on killing them
Likely to spare half of their men

And as I stare at her with such beauty
This would be the last days to be seen
For the charge hath already been risen
And either me or her will fell in end

Raise the trumpet! raise the bayonets!
Forward march Victory’s come
Im with her now brandished the rifle
Forward charge! THE THALMANN BATALLION!


*Based on the Song 'Die Thalmann Kolonne' by Ernst Busch, translated in English then I create some additional verses to the original three verse song.