Saturday, June 20, 2009

Even The Slightest Of Wound

Even the slightest of wound
Can hurt the toughest of soul
And be in strength abated
And make the spirit low

Even just a whisper of refution
Can a man be lead in labyrinth
And be pulled by angel Apollyon
To his home in Abaddon

Didn't it took just one Waterloo
That scorned his name in history?
The warrior Napoleon Bonaparte,
Once was a fearless man

Even just a shade of apathy
Can make a life forlorn
And ruin the vision of a man
And make him envelope his minds.

May 23, 1991
11:45 AM
Angeles City


jan geronimo said...

I'd just pull up a chair and have a rest. The butt needs a rest, the mind needs to be stilled.

Don't mind me. I just want to sit here and think.

Holy Cow, Roy!

Pardon me, Roy. Okay, Jan, back to thinking... ",)

Roy said...


honestly Jan, I don't know what to make of your reaction, hehe...

but it's okay... you can take your time thinking ;)

Jena Isle said...

Nag mu muni lang siya Roy. We need this at times.

Roy said...

siguro nga Jena


Kelvin Servigon said...

ang lalim ng words... dq 2loy masyadong maintindihan... nosebleed agad ako... hahaha

pero I really envy poets like you... galing n'yo po gumawa ng poem..

Roy said...

Hi Kelvin!

salamat sa pagpasyal sa blog kong ito!

okay lang yan, in your case naman, you don't need to weave words to form poetry

your pictures create visual poetry, which we really to see ;)