Sunday, March 24, 2013

Bales ti Taaw


Padasem met ita a riknaen
Supapak dagiti saanen a mabilang a kinadawelmo
Ken kinadamsak.
Nga iti laksid ti kinaruay dagiti parabur ken balitok
A naiputong dita lulonam--- saanka a napnek
Kinaykayatmot' limmagto iti nangatngato;
Ginandatmo nga agawen ti rangrang ti init. 

Nagbiddutka.Napuoranka.
Rinumek ti angin ti bimmeggang a bagim
Ta iti panangtallikudmo iti managdungngo a dayyeng
Nabati daytoy a nagkirang iti anges ken aweng.
Nakipagladingit amin nga adipen ti panawen. 

Isu a saankan nga agbalaw no inlunoddakan dagiti bituen,
Saankan nga agriro ta pudno a lislisiannakan ti ulep
Dimon namnamaen nga idanonna kenka 
ti naisem nga arbis.  

Kayatnakan a punasen ti aluyo a pinarnuay ti dung-aw
ti nangtagtagibi kenka a taaw---
Ket iyanudnaka nga ungawen, itanem iti tukot ti pannakalipat.
Gapu ta saannakan a kasapulan daytoy lubong.


(edited version)

Padasem met itan a riknaen ti supapak
Dagiti di-mabilang a kinadawelmo ken kinadamsak
Iti laksid ti kinaruay dagiti parabur ken korona
A naiputong kenka--- saanka a napnek
limmagtokat' nangatngato ket ginandatmo 
nga agawen ti rangrang iti init. 

Napuoranka, dimo kad' napuotan?
Rinumek ken intayab ti angin ti bimmeggang a bagim
Ta idi dimo impangag ti araraw ti nasam-it a dayyeng
Naulila daytoy ken nagkirang iti anges ken aweng.
Nakipagladingit amin nga adipen ti panawen. 

Saanka nga agbalaw no inlunoddakan dagiti bituen,
Pudno: lislisiannakan ti ulep
Dimon namnamaen nga idanonna kenka ti arbis.  
Ta irarebnakan ti aluyo a pinarnuay ti dung-aw
ti nangtagtagibi kenka a taaw---ket sadiay
Maungawkanton ken maitanem


BALES TI TAAW



3/24/2013; (gbs)

Monday, March 11, 2013

Tears of a Warrior

Brave, strong, unyielding---
from the edge of another beginning
infinity held by sunrises and sunsets
where fragments of hope scattered
in ghastly, bloody grounds abandoned.
I heard a cry---

So I asked the warrior:

“Enigmatic wrath of vile conquests,
is it “downfall” to spare the rest
of struggling benevolence?
Can your pungent chamber still contain
another gift of ill-gotten crown?”
And the cry became louder.

“Is bravery gauged by the instances
that the lives of the unsuspecting
were risked, wasted and dumped
for the voracious mischief that was
of a meaningless reverie?”
And the crying continued.

“Your strength lay apparently in the gist
of your menacing dominion---
thunders whispering in terror,
oceans crawling into silence,
as the wind perished--- for an eternity.”
Then the cries became sobs.

“Yielding --- is it a branch of immortality
worth dying for to be bestowed?
Would the unforgiving gods of oblivion
caress the breath and capture the heart
of the unborn great unknown?”
The sobbing stopped---

and the warrior knelt.

The sword melted in oddly-laden shame,
as the heart of the warrior yelled in disdain
raindrops came in forceful thrusts
indignantly cleansing the docile tracks
piercing each flesh of the dying flash---
as my last tears fell.



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