The hours have come and gone
And I can't remember how many times
I've cursed and checked this phone
It keeps buzzing and ringing
Blasting and humming
As I scramble and ramble
As I twist and I stumble
There's something I wait for
That I fully know is done for
I cast it aside
I took it in stride
I know something is off
That I strive to remember
There is something real good
But I cast it asunder
Is it under my bed
Was it all in my head
Did it just pass me by?
Did I bleed, did I cry?
I'm grasping for words
I've been pulling the cords
I'm dusting the cobwebs
I'm all out of sorts
Something was here
Close to me, I could swore
But it slipped through my hands
And away from my shore
I see specks of it floating
I could feel my fear mounting
My steps have become unsteady
My sight has begun to blur
What used to be here
I'm sure I've seen it before
Is no longer in my memory
But beyond that cold door
Of a past so clouded
And confused and shrouded
In mystery and debauchery
In glory and in theory
Piles of pictures
Cover this fresh scent of sutures
I lie and lie
I die and die
I send these cruel thoughts
To the one that's on high
This floor may be cold
Like a story untold
I guess this is what it feels like
When you start to get old.
You Will Remember Me (Nostalgia) - An original poem by RJ Marmol
When your days are lonely
And your nights are slow
When you realize that on a Saturday
You have nowhere to go
You will remember me.
When you drive your car
And that sob song comes on
You will find yourself sighing
And humming along
When you pass by that cafe
That you always go to
It will stir a memory
Of a favorite haiku
When everyone you talk to
Is a "yes, man" you know
You will miss all the nights
That I argued with you.
When you go to a newsstand
And read a headline or two
You will think of the mornings
When I read them to you.
When you pass by someone with the same hair or perfume
You'd be wishing I was there waiting for you at home.
You will remember the times
That I hit you too hard
Because you were too annoying
And or maddeningly glad.
You will remember the hours
You waited and cursed
Because it took me a day
To get dressed and find a matching purse.
You will remember that it takes me forever
To finish up in the shower
That I dare not leave the house
Without my lip balm and hair blower.
You will remember my silly dreams and my lofty ideals
You will remember my stupidity and the times that I bleed.
All those times I cried over a sappy old movie
Because the hero lost his true love and how I felt sorry
For a love found and lost at such a short time
For a love so forbidden that they call it a crime.
You will remember me in pizzas, ice creams and noodles
Through people and events and the mere sight of poodles.
Through walks and talks
Through smiles and tears
Through glory and defeat
Through pain and bliss.
You will remember me. Oh, you know you would.
Through the steps that you make and the times that you stood.
But right now I see you're happy right where you are
The crowds are distracting
And the music's always playing
You may not remember me now
But oh someday soon you will
And know that when that day comes
I'll remember you still
So wherever you are
And whoever you're with
When it gets a little quiet
Do me a favor, Steve.
Write me a letter
Put in a sentence or two
Send me something to read
And remind me of you.
I wrote this for a dear friend, Ding Gagelonia whom I never had the chance to talk to in person but has always been a friend to me. Interest in politics and technology are what we share in common. Among other things, I do know he loved verses/prose poetry and so I thought it’ll please him to find one especially made for him. Ding, wherever you are, I hope you like this. RIP Kuya.
A Subtle Smile (a poem for Ding)
by: RJ Marmol
A hi, hello. A subtle smile.
Such are things that make your while.
A nudge, a laugh — though never heard
Move mountains usually unperturbed.
What words can say, thy spirit could.
It carries your wishes and sunny mood.
If there is gloom, no one can tell
For your voice sound strong, like a tolling bell.
Should I be sad, or reluctantly glad
That you will never again hurt so bad?
Should I cry and mourn or say out loud, Alas! You are now together with your one true God?
A gentle look, a lovely book
Neither one nor both can compensate for smiles you took.
No wasted years, no bitter tears
For someone whose life was full of cheers.
So I may pray each day for blissful May
‘Oh Lord skip March or a day away’
But I trust that God does great things His way
And need I mention, always with no delay?
So night came swift, it whisked away..
My dear friend Ding with Him to stay.