A Shed of Blood in the Abyss of his Cause

Dragged by the principles and views
of the red book.
In the name of the oppressed and exploited,
he was forced to leave the dirty deeds
of his ancient nightmare to embrace
the truth and break the chain of yoke.
Looking forward to the equinox of his future,
was like listening to his mother's words.
It was a hard decision and option
that gave him agitation.
But because of the wind and red hymns
of the mountain,
he found wisdom to pursue the purpose of the struggle that triggered his wrath
through the people's mourn and anger.
Longing for peace and justice through the cruelty
of bloodshed,
still he didn't dare to break christianity's creed.
On the verge of his battles
death was no longer a threat.
For the bitterness of the struggle,
turned into sweetness and become one with the cause
of revolution that made him lick the passion of freedom.
The past, present, and future will never be the same,
in the land of the farmers his blood will always
remain,
in my heart and soul he will always be
my friend.
Let us stand firm to our
belief and oath,
for the wisdom of Marx
will always bear a fruit.
Let us be brave, for the words
of Lenin will always be our
shield against the poison of our
enemies.
Let us continue fighting for the cause
of our rage,
for the principles of Mao will always
give us courage.
And let us bury in our hearts,
the revolutionary deeds of "Ka. Kenneth"
In the name of revolution to him
let us bow!...

-FOR GENESIS-

Seed Of The Cemetery Breeze

As I breathe a single breath
when ever I am alone.
I can find an answer why roses bloom,
though I don't feel like I come from
my mother's womb.
The moment I started to write this poem,
It invited my imagination to enjoy the
laughter of the immortals
everytime I visit my grandpa's tomb.
The halloween skulls representing the day of
saints and souls.
the hymns of the funeral,
the burning candles, and the people's mourn
I often ask myself,
why do we shed our tears if pain and loneliness
are the reason?
for me death is a peculiar dimension,
in the philosophy of my appreciation.
Tasks undone, some restless spirits have not yet
overcome.
but on the other side of their journey,
there will be a cosmos, a blessing, and
a gift that will come.
Beyond the horizon of the earth,
I've seen the cycle of my birth.
It was formed into ash,
to be crushed into dust
towards the hour of my last breath.
In times of my anger,
I often brace myself and ponder.
about the purpose of the cosmic life,
which sometimes becomes a
senseless matter that makes me feel sick and wonder!
But when rhymes of life become signs,
my crave for satisfaction tells
me to hang on for a moment,
for there will be a time that
salvation will be mine.
now I have visualized the
sensitivity of my psyche.
and I know that it will grow
stronger for the reason of the
apocalypse.
Someday I will learn to
compromise
just like one thing I have realized
to rest in peace, is to harvest
a fruit from the seed of the
cemetery breeze....

-For the souls departed-