I Must Rest Here a Moment

 

I must rest here a moment, though the sky still burns,
And the echoes of battle take their turns.
The earth feels soft, though stained and worn,
A cradle now, for the battle-torn.

I’ve known the clash of steel and cries,
The weight of choices, the fleeting skies.
Yet here I lie, my breath now light,
As day gives way to eternal night.

The victory's song hums soft in my ear,
A melody sweet, both distant and near.
For though my sword shall rest with me,
Its purpose lives in the lives set free.

I see the faces of those I’ve saved,
In every stroke of the path I’ve paved.
Their laughter rises, their futures gleam,
A hero's joy in a fleeting dream.

The pain I bear, I welcome now,
For honor’s weight has graced my brow.
And though my heart beats faint and slow,
Its cadence sings what all must know:

A life well-fought, a life well-spent,
Each moment lived with no lament.
For death is but a gentle hand,
Guiding me toward a promised land.

So I must rest here, just a breath,
To greet my peace in this embrace of death.
Fear not my fall; my spirit ascends,
Where battles end, and love transcends.

Death is an Old Friend

Amorbaby

Death is an old friend, soft in stride,
Who walks beside us, tries to hide,
Not to intrude, but there to see
The life we weave, our history.

In whispers faint, like autumn’s sigh,
He waits where seasons go to die.
No need to fear or turn away,
For Death knows life in full array.

He’s watched us bloom, watched us decline,
With gentle hands that mark the time.
Not one for words, he humbly stays,
A shadow cast on our sunlit days.

When the last breath of life is spent,
We greet him, weary, worn, content.
Death comes not as a thief or foe—
An old friend now, we’ve come to know.

Shadow

 In the quiet corners, where shadows dwell,

Lies a soul in solitude, a tale to tell.

Like a shadow, they linger, unseen, unknown,

Crying in the darkness, silently they moan.

Alone amidst the crowd, unnoticed they stand,

A phantom of sorrow, with heart in hand.

Their tears fall softly, in the still of night,

Echoing their anguish, hidden from sight.

Yet within this darkness, a glimmer of light,

A flicker of hope, pushing back the night.

For shadows may fade, but the dawn will rise,

Bringing solace and comfort, to weary eyes.

So let not despair, your spirit consume,

For even in darkness, there's room to bloom.

Embrace the shadows, let them fade away,

And greet the dawn of a brand new day.

Kabanata 14 ng Florante at Laura

Pag-ibig anaki’y aking nakilala,
‘di dapat palakihin ang bata sa saya;
at sa katuwaa’y kapag namihasa,
kung lumaki’y walang hihinting ginhawa.”

“Sapagkat ang mundo’y bayan ng hinagpis,
namamaya’y sukat tibayan ang dibdib;
lumaki sa tuwa’y walang pagtitiis …
anong ilalaban sa dahas ng sakit?”

“Ang taong magawi sa ligaya’t aliw,
mahina ang puso’t lubhang maramdamin;
inaakala pa lamang ang hilahil
na daratni’y ‘di na matutuhang bathin.”

“Para ng halamang lumaki sa tubig,
daho’y malalanta munting ‘di madilig;
ikinaluluoy ang sandaling init;
gayundin ang pusong sa tuwa’y maniig.”

“Munting kahirapa’y mamalakhing dala,
dibdib palibhasa’y ‘di gawing magbata,
ay bago sa mundo’y walang kisapmata,
ang tao’y mayroong sukat ipagdusa.”

“Ang laki sa layaw karaniwa’y hubad
sa bait at muni’t sa hatol ay salat;
masaklap na bunga ng maling paglingap,
habag ng magulang sa irog na anak.”

Grenades and Memories

BY: AMORBABY

In days of youth, through sun and fog,

A boy and dog, an unbroken bond.

Laughter echoed, pure and free,

Friendship sealed eternally

Through fields, they'd roam, in joyous play,

Their spirits entwined, day by day.

A memory, a treasure trove,

Of love and loyalty, never to dissolve

Yet fate's cruel twist, a world undone,

Biological blight, a dreadful run.

His faithful friend, a rabid sight,

Mindless, savage, a haunting plight.

But in those eyes, a flicker, a gleam,

Recognition in the chaotic stream.

A chew thrown forth, an old routine,

Yet now a grenade, a harrowing scene.

Tears cascade, a heart's lament,

For a bond that time could not prevent.

A dog still loved, amidst despair,

A friendship's memory, beyond repair.

Nobody Cares

By: Amorbaby

 In the hustle of life's daily affairs,

Amidst laughter, joy, and shared embraces,

Yet within, a whisper, an echo declares,

Alone, secluded in empty spaces.

Friends adorned in their own attire,

Family enwrapped in their cherished roles,

Amidst their mirth, your heart may tire,

A solitary figure, bearing unspoken tolls.

In every smile, a story concealed,

Each laugh masks a quiet plea,

As shadows deepen, wounds are revealed,

Alone, you bear what none may see.

The world spins on its bustling track,

Each soul ensconced in its private flight,

Amidst the noise, you fade to black,

Alone in the realm of silent night.

Nobody cares in the bustling race,

Lost in their quests, their dreams to chase,

But within your world, emotions bear,

Aching whispers of nobody there.

Yet amid this solitary glare,

Know, dear soul, within this rhyme,

Though silence echoes, I'm aware,

And here with you, through endless time.

If I Disappear from the World

 By: Amorbaby

If I disappear from the world,
Will whispers of my presence fade,
Or will remnants of my essence curl
Around the corners where I've played?

Will the stars hold my silent gaze,
Or will they blink indifferent eyes?
Will laughter still dance in familiar ways,
Amidst the absence of my sighs?

Will the trees still rustle in the wind,
Telling tales of moments shared?
Or will my absence gently rescind
Those memories once brightly paired?

Will someone pause in passing thought,
A fleeting moment of my face?
Or will I, in time, be simply forgotten,
Lost in life's bustling pace?

If I vanish from the world's embrace,
Will joy blossom more freely there?
Or will shadows linger in the space
Where once I breathe the same air?

Perhaps my absence, a fading hue,
Will cast no ripples, stir no wave.
Yet, let my presence echo true—
In kindness given, moments I gave.

For even if the world moves on,
A piece of me may linger still,
In a song, a smile, a dawn's soft yawn,
A gentle touch, a cherished thrill.

So, if I vanish from this sphere,
Let memories paint a subtle hue,
And if someone sheds a quiet tear,
Know that I once felt their view.

For in this vast, unending scroll,
I've etched my mark, a tender trace,
And if I disappear from the whole,
Love's whispers linger in its space.