JK Cabresos

JK Cabresos Sep 2012

To cope up with poetry, is like crossing on traffic railroads or climbing towering mountains, isn't it? But I chose poems (which only few writes) because I love rhyming and mingling words, and I want to unveil what kind of art I have been hanging on my galleries up to these years.

It is ridiculous, right? When you still wander upon the woods of confusions that you cannot pen your words in a better manner, yet you have already written a lot.

Stirring some cups of coffee of thoughts on my mind, somehow is arduous to do, but I am still so thankful I have best readers like all of you.

Poetry is where I am into. I think in order to write. I write in order to learn.

You may also visit my blog: http://penned-words.blogspot.com/
© 2012

JK Cabresos Aug 2012

Every Breath I Breathe

The smile of the sunset appears to be my only way
To a moonlit love sheltered by your warm embrace,
I could not promise much, but if just you believe in us
There would be peerless fireworks written in our eyes.

Every breath I breathe is for the life I make for you,
And my endeavour is labelled by your lovely egos;
I could not promise much, but if you just believe in us
We could move mountains into the midst of the ocean.

Love has finally found the road, to which it has to be ours,
Everything I need is you, for the rest of the loving hours;
Your name is tattooed on my mind, I would never resist,
And you are the only reason for every breath I breathe.

You may also visit my blog: http://penned-words.blogspot.com/
© 2012

JK Cabresos Aug 2012

My Knees Convey All Of My Solemn Apologies

Unraveling views emanated from a glaring Light,
Silhouetted rainbows were of colors of black and white;
Trying to dis-remember the past on living in a lonely gray,
And my knees convey all of my solemn apologies.

Take me with you, my Lord, and I shall be healed;
Your every word kisses the pain from afar — I kneel.
You will be a fortress, and I will be safe on your massive walls,
And my knees convey all of my solemn apologies.

In Your undying Arms, I found my refuge and strength,
I will behold — though this ransomed world will be shaken;
I will stay — though mountains will be carried into the sea,
And my knees convey all of my solemn apologies.

Jesus, You ceased the waging war between myself,
I am a sinner; confusions parched the rivers of my beliefs,
Yet I came to you, kneeling, with broken vows and promises,
And my knees convey all of my solemn apologies.

Forgive me my Savior.

You may also visit my blog: http://penned-words.blogspot.com/
© 2012

JK Cabresos Aug 2012

My Soul Saunters In A Separate Way

My soul saunters in a separate way,
yet and gone,
Way into the wilderness,
where my heart always hunts;
Seeking for a Footstool,
for my maimed feet of my childhood,
Upon falling into the cold fire of wrath;
I misconstrued.

My soul saunters in a separate way,
yet and gone,
Distance may alter me,
but of becoming empty and alone;
Be home after that Spirit of Forgiveness
will be regained,
The war has left my mind,
but I could not still find the ending.

My soul saunters in a separate way,
yet and gone,
I pray. I call for Jesus for saving me
from this poignant Poison;
His amazing grace will evermore
stand against all the waves,
My soul saunters in a separate way,
upon leaving my destined grave.

You may also visit my blog: http://penned-words.blogspot.com/
© 2012

JK Cabresos Aug 2012

Beseech A Heart

In the evening twilight,
where my love's awakening dream
would travel far across the heavens
to beseech a heart before
the waning of the moon;

And that if heavens would grant me wisdom,
from the deepest thoughts of every soul;
and if this love conquers the moonlit night
within all that is black and white
is that which sits behind our dreams,

Clinch my eyes from mournful tears,
solitude is all I behold, if our love disappears;
I would bestow nothing
but the resemblance of truth
to the heart, where my dying days belong.

You may also visit my blog: http://penned-words.blogspot.com/
© 2012

~Thank you Ma'am Neva Flores for the progress of this poem.

JK Cabresos Aug 2012

Street Children and Scary Monsters (10W)

Will our government know
what those blankets are used for?

JK Cabresos Aug 2012

Love Genius (10W)

However, a massive erudition
could never heal a broken heart.