Kristoffer Randolf Ramos Poems

Near the sea,
I filled the earth with fan leaf tree
To give chirping robins a clasp, and hide
Late the day, one enjoys the ebbs of tide
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Describe not what empathy is in a not so hard to bear way on my account. I' am churned up in confusion, realizing that in a not so distant future, I will witness how you un utterly misjudge my spirit. My heart is not calloused as you may see it seems. Those pricking pain may prick me not now, but time will find its way to let me know I feel your suffering (words in mind as I see pt in suffering and tacitly find comfort in silence) . I may find comfort in company of those who take pride in easing my pain, and I will find it vexatious to handle those who let my tears flow, for my situation calls for preserving my dignity until my last breathe brings life to my body, and the last dropp of my blood will stop flowing through my veins.

Treat me not like a guinea pig, you may realize that I am still a person and will always be who feels pain, but comfort is not on my side. You may see and feel the beauty of living and eternity in suffering and that life is priceless, for now you may be blinded by the blossom of youthful vigor, Do not the ticking time betrays? , for now time is on your side. Tell me now, whom are you going to trust? , and so time silently betrays.
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This little thing,
larger than life,
the gracious pursuivant of journey
with quirks on its gait.
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Emancipation shouts aloud
From the freedom that enslaved
Seemingly plausible delight
Buries brutely a habitual grave
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Sleep tight my child
shroud yourself with blanket of childish innocence
I drunk the cupful of worries
that keeps me awake this late
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The end of a means is goal directed whatever the cost, it will always benefit the one who intended to harm. Any tactics may hold the answer to accomplished goal and no matter how shoddy it is the only way to eradicate a threat is a hidden use of mortar conspicuous to logic...

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The untimely death of my grandmother is a grief producing tragedy of our family. Every news that regards death in its formidable form, there is no exception. Even in the hierarchy of caste system of human race, death put its name in vain. It vows to no one, from high profile to the poorest among the poor, death strikes its hellish glare without warning, a devastating inference among those who were left behind by its trail.

Death knows no boundaries, offer no clues on whether when to strike and what way would it strike. It is a great representation of eternal sadism. Human race has no way of renouncing its role in embracing fully the grim wrath of death in its unlikely time. Is God sadistic enough to use death as a parable role played by all creatures who took flesh, incomprehensible by human's feckless mind in its highly advanced disposition. Is it God's way of enlightening us that with our education and achievement, still, we do not have ways of knowing the meaning of such sententious event that captivate inquiring minds.
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Stretching beyond horizon,7,100 acre ricefield
golden beyond gold in sapphire blee
Plowing gowpen that hobglobin's deed
Disenfranchise millions who owns the field
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I wish, I was a feather gliding in air
Soft as the crystal's flare
And wish to be blown anywhere to take
Journey not by wing hook on peregrine's fleet
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Thank you Miss Ennui for your elaborate encomium
And prayers for time you foretell
The demise you prayed for, my enlightenment's well
That within your name lies a character hard to change
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