Phoenix

Author: zereporthej /


The journey through life is a stroll across courses of mountains, valleys, seas and skies. In this journey we will meet obstacles that will make us tired, parched and starving, weary and wounded; ready to give up. At times like this, remember the tale of the firebird; the phoenix that emerged from the fiery ashes and spread its wings of scarlet and gold plumage; ready to fly again

The spirit of recovery does not spring from the number of victories nor defeats. Like the phoenix, it manifests itself in the celebration of life and will to flutter its wings once more and start anew. This, simply, is triumph in itself.

Z|E|R|E|P|O|R|T|H|E|J™


The Doom of the Night and a Heart's Light

Author: zereporthej /

by Joanna Adul and Jethro Perez

Damsel: What are you doing at this time of night?

Knight: Staring at the glaring light of my phone
As it illuminates my face and fingers…
Amidst the space of darkness that covers the night
And the melancholy that lingers…

Damsel: What is it, then…
That troubles the river of your thoughts…
That keeps you stranded…
Away from rest?

Knight: It is the doom of void and solitude
That haunts the light in my heart…
And little by little, dimmer, it becomes…
Fading into nothing but just another body part…

Damsel: Knowing there is void
Only means there is something to fill it in…
This ache of the heart, the melancholy of the night,
They won’t last long, believe me they won’t…

Knight: And with your words,
Oh damsel of the night…
The void, the solitude are rescinded with might…
And flickering once more, my heart’s light…

Damsel: To have shed some light
On your dimming road of life,
I am deeply delighted…
Young man of plights…

Knight: How momentously ironic, the twists of life…
For once in a story, ‘tis a lovely lass
Who saves the knight in his strife…
And for this I give my thanks to the damsel
Who cast out my worries and said that they wouldn’t last…

Damsel: ‘Tis an overrated tale,
The story of the mighty knight…
For the damsel is not merely an ornament
But the strength behind the light…

Knight: Always and forever, shall it be true
That the secret behind the strength
Of this knight’s shining armor…
Is the grace, the wit, the heart of the damsel in you…

Damsel: For keeping the knight’s strength is what damsels do…

oOo

And with two smiles, this night ends…
As the knight and the damsel slumber into a world of dreams,
Made alive by fantasies that never bend…
And life shines brighter than the sun’s beams…


Z|E|R|E|P|O|R|T|H|E|J™
10.08.09


Note from the writers:

This poem was made out of spontaneity at around one in the morning and was finished at 1:46 am through SMS messages. We have decided to coin the term, *Poexting for such an activity. [hahaha]

*Poexting – (n.) [Poext (v.)] Exchanging text messages in verse form that eventually leads to the creation of a poem… :)
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Those Empty Moments

Author: zereporthej /

Here again, I write
In an empty moment
Void of mirth and delight,
With only my burning torment
To linger in my presence, contrite...

Here again, I curse
Hating those empty moments
When I don’t have anything to do
Loathing time’s stinging silence
It makes me think of you…

Those empty moments
They make me think of you
How you laugh and cry
And as I have nothing else to do
To love you more I try…

Yet a change in you, I sense
I love you, you used to always say
When I suffer through these moments
And the agony would go away
I remember you, I, you’ve forgotten…

No longer do I feel your passion
Nor do I see your eyes’ fervor
No longer do I sense your emotion
Gray now, what used to be in color
Your words now, devoid of affection…

Here again I hope and dream
For your love again to be ablaze
And mine to be an echoing hymn
Together, we’ll embark on love’s maze
And this emptiness I feel, a myth, it will be deemed..

But until then, here again I stay
Bearing these empty moments in silence
Till love comes back in your way…

ZEREPORTHEJ™
10.02.09

Those empty moments and the thoughts they give birth to

Author: zereporthej /

Life’s intricate patterns are hard to follow. When you get lost, you will find yourself helpless, drowning in distress. Sometimes, it would seem better to ignore those trivial yet overt details, but acting as if nothing is wrong in spite of these quite palpable realities will never change anything.

Now, I admit I am at a loss. I do not know what to think. I do not know what to do. I cannot point my finger on what I want. And these empty moments wherein these thoughts suddenly materialize just aggravate my frustration. It seems that the intertwining of such inimitably deceitful circumstances has brought life to the lapse in my sanity. Fortunately though, my overstressed brain is still lucid enough to determine that something is wrong.

I wish it is enough to believe in life, in love, in promises. But that is a wish that has been asked by many and yet simultaneously, that is a wish that has stagnated at some point in time. Believing is something that many-a-person has underrated. And once again, I admit to this.

I have lost myself trying to believe the things that negate the others that I am afraid to face. All could have been better if I, myself, knew better. Believing is beyond just the utterance of the words “I believe…” In fact, believing has nothing to do at all with its declaration.

The authenticity of belief can only be realized by mutual trust. And by mutual, I do not mean blind. One can never trust with the foundation of lies, or better yet, uncertainty. To build belief, it has to have firm grounds. Bottom-line, trust first before you believe. This is as simple as trusting first your own capability to sing, per se, before believing that you will win in a singing competition. The belief of going home a victor in that competition will be futile if one does not trust his own capability in the first place. Trust is a prerequisite to belief.

Sometimes, however, the hands of fate take control. It does not only hold sway, it has the power to shatter even the strongest belief that you hold on to, even to the point of beguiling you with the world’s most evil temptations. But life always has two sides. It is with fate’s coming that external forces pick you up and fight with you and you wonder why you have struggled alone when you can fight your demons with fervent help. Then again, when their duties are done, you have to learn to stand on your own once again and recover trust and belief, neither in life nor in love, not even in promises but in yourself. Only then will you really be able to believe in life, in love and in promises.

I need not curse or rant or pester myself with these empty moments and the thoughts they give birth to. For the only things I could be sure of are my own emotions. Being doubtful and keeping induced vile thoughts in this frolicking mind I have atop my neck would only banish me into the fires of bitterness. Let not the mind think and allow the heart to perform its miracles.

Someone once told me, “Love is a matter of heart over mind…

I trust and believe you, but that does not need any saying anymore. I feel it now.

In the end, I have realized, it is hard to follow life’s patterns because it is not meant to be followed. I have decided to create my own path for in a path that is your own, you will never get lost.