Richmon Rey Jundis

Repeatedly,
I feel chained by this waking-up routine of agony,
I was haunted by my nightmares,
Watching you leave me behind
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Avaunt silhouette of fear that keeps bothering me
As I sit alone along the beach of Balingasag,
Watching the sun waves goodbye as it hugs
The line where the sea and sky meet.
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In pain and deep anguish,
I sit alone by the lakeside,
But all I can do is wash
My own bloody hands and wounded side
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(Poem Against Absolutism)

Rough and thick old rope of rigid morality
Grips around my soul's neck,
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(a poem dedicated to John Locke)

Avant shadows of pride,
lurking behind my head,
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I can feel every tiny cell,
running through my veins,
that carries the anguish of not living
the gift of this life,
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It was nine in the evening.
Cicadas were singing our love songs.
A cold wind was whispering the rumors from our past.
The moon was mournfully staring down at us,
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Of all the different shades of souls
Yours is what my eyes have wanted.

Of all the darkness I have been through,
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(Kantiant Poem based on the Critique of Pure Reason)

It was midnight in cold month of April,
I heard my heartbeats in the silence of the night,
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(A poem based on the Deontic Theory of Immanuel Kant)

Gasping for breath, trembling and terrified,
I am being cornered by two obligations
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I was looking
At the different hues
Of Portulaca flowers
Blooming and stretching out
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(A Utilitarian Poem)

Remember what Christ had taught us
Through a parable of a suffering tiny seed,
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You may not be a fool blooming red Rose
In a middle of a gracious garden
That is wanted by most
But you are my favorite flower,
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(Hegelian Poem)

One said, love is just a feeling
That deceives us with its' beauty
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(Poem About Natural Law)

Loud shout at the back of my head
Demands me to live my life
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(Virtue Ethics Poem)

From a tiny egg, a caterpillar arises,
Its life's journey ahead, it slowly emerges
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Human, a being both blessed and cursed,
With power to recall, and power to forget,
Not like the animals, whose memory is fixed
They are free not to remember and just forget.
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Sweeter than rough
Is the taste
Of this loud beating inside
My mysterious heart.
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Travelled from afar,
We were stragers,
Yet never treated as one
By a home that I once dreamt.
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Underneath the stars so bright,
I whispered to the giver of light,
In my world so dark and drear,
"Find your Sun now, my dear Moon."
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