Under the Arabian Moon

I Have shifted to Blogspot!

trezlobaton — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 22:44:23 +0000

Hey Guys!! I have moved my posts to

www.arabianmoon.blogspot.com

You may also check out my photography at

www.aquariansun.blogspot.com

Please visit them.

MABUHAY!

Death Of Amatheus (for Regner)

trezlobaton — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 15:08:03 +0000

… and a bell tolls
this dry mid-afternoon

a soul departs
from its mortal flesh
as a leaf falls
from its bough
kissing the ground
and withers to nothingness…
His body lies in silence…
Waiting for the wind
to carry his soul
to placid rest…
…farewell, my friend.

(written for a friend of mine)

Out of Love…?

trezlobaton — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 03:07:54 +0000

Please tell me, my dear

that you shall never leave

or abandon this soul

for I will forever grieve

I found bliss

in your arms alone

and in my heart

love has grown

why end this heaven

that we have?

might it be that you’ve fallen

out of love..?

trezlobaton — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 02:57:59 +0000

The ink flows freely

on the parchment of time

Unfolding every hour.

Perrennial pieces

that will last

forever…

My Pen

trezlobaton — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 01:59:06 +0000

Lifeless.. Still.. and Silent…

Lifeless

the pen awaits

its masters fingers

Still

it lies on the parchment

like a soul searching for freedom

Silent

yet each slight movement

spells thoughts on this mistery

we call Life.

Wishes on A Dead Tree

trezlobaton — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 01:45:28 +0000

…and here I am,

standing in front of this tree

reminiscing those moments

when it used to be you and me…

We made a promise

(do you remember, dear..?)

you said you won’t go

as we were lying here…

Time has passed…

and I stand here and cry

You left without a word

and you never told me why.

Now, I have to let go

of things that will never be

‘coz my dreams are all but wishes

here, on this dead tree.

…of a Lady

trezlobaton — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 01:37:53 +0000

These empty arms

raised in surrender

by the bleak realization

of sadness

of departure

of a lady.

These feet

tried to stand defiant

of the mocking

of the words

of a lady.

These tears

struggled to erase

the hurt

of breaking

of my heart

of a lady.

This man…

This man aches

to forget

the pain

of a memory

of a love

of a lady.

Where…?

trezlobaton — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 01:26:41 +0000

Where are the eyes that summoned

a lover’s soul from vague darkness?

Where are the lips that spoke

of truths amidst this world of lies?

Where are the hands that cradled

the dreams and promises of tomorrow?

Where is the love we once had

and cherished..?

Gone..

burried deeply

beneath the remnants

of an ever-chaotic world.

Unanswered Questions (Inspired by a Movie)

trezlobaton — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 01:10:48 +0000

Driftwoods on a river,
you said we were
that fateful day…
I was lost in confusion
between my stubborn belief
that it will always be
you… and me.
and that the “Goodbye” you whispered
was going to be your last.
“What went wrong?” I asked
as you paced away
into the sunset.
Another question…
added to a thousand more
that were unanswered.
and as the chill of the night
embraced me,
I cried.
With tears of bitterness,
I cursed that moment
and drowned myself
in anguish.
I died that day…
Seven years.
I saw that familiar face again.
“How are you?” you asked
that sunday morning at the park.
What can I say..?
Things changed.
People changed.
and before I could even utter a word
I gazed into your eyes.
Once brown and full of life,
were now mirages
of your broken dreams
for your hollow self.
What can I say..?
I can not muster enough strength
to even smile back
or tell you how hurt I was that day
and how much I hated you for that.
What can I say..?
What can I say..?
You left me with a thousand questions
and a “Goodbye”…
But that was before.
I turned around
and walked towards a wife
and a son playing at the park…
“Why..?” I heard you asked.
Your question.
Not mine.
and my one thousand
unanswered questions
didn’t matter
when I said “Goodbye…”
My “Goodbye”.

December

trezlobaton — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 01:01:56 +0000

Cold as the wind

That blows in the dark night

and gentle as the caress

of the morning dew,

wait for me

for I will come

sure as the sun

will shine tomorrow,

I will come.

And together

we will count the stars

till this dream is over.