disclaimer: i wasn't the one who wrote the poem below. my sister did. i was reading her literary works awhile ago. and yes, i had a hard time containing my pride of having a sister who's not only an intellectual but an artsy-fartsy poet as well.





to the future atty. del castillo: (naks!) hoy! kelan ang libre ko? haha. how i wish i was also gifted with your poetic muse. yes, my weaknesses are your strengths and my strengths are your weaknesses. haha. extremes talaga tayo! best of luck in your hardwork of becoming a lawyer. take it easy, mehn!







THE MORIBUND WARRIOR










Astride in the palomino of fanatical girth,



A musket refrained the circulation of being;



Trussed malevolently by rage



Rammed forward wherein Indians fought.



Layeth, dragged and driven



Towards the methodological and mystical norms.







Seen in a foggy cloud of vapor:



Suckling infant –



Crawling toddler –



Bruised boy –



Morbid adolescent –



Bitter manhood –







Visions clogged the core of deliverance





Amputated the heart,



the body,



the essence,



the totality of the soul.







Strength,



eaten by cowardice.





Cowardice,



gobbled by fear.





Fear,



a step up derangement.







Terror clasped all



Head thrown back, rancorous



In askance, towards life.



Antagonistic, dead life.



Then, the warrior sleeps …








rendel







june 15, ‘98



( first poem written in college )