Erwin Maramat

Erwin Maramat Poems

To understand love you

must do without your eyes,
...

With grease;

with grime;
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So he says walk a mile in my shoes;

to which I reply, I ain't got any!
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How do I temper the silence raging inside?

When it holds all my secrets, who do I confide?
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A girl.

A kindling to light up sleepy stars in a cold universe engulfed by the darkness.
...

For all I know we were strewn across galaxies

and caught in the day's misty light
...

As you lift your cloudless eyes,

your words—a clockwork of divine beauty—
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In the beginning,

that beginning,
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She

a scented mist
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Sirens blaring and rushing at the scene; Blue and red gliding on the surface of windows of indifferent onlookers who are stretching their necks as far they could,
Before being a resident of a chalk outline in a back alley,
I can imagine light growing dim in her eyes, like a dying ember bracing itself against the cold November air,
I can imagine life gushing out and spirit walking toward the light,
...

You held a scalpel into the light

and ascertained that the edges were blunt
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No sweeter than a shrapnel or a bullet burrowing deep into a flesh

if for freedom taken;
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If I had dropped off the oranges to Mrs. Glique's house like my momma told me to, she will still be alive today.

If I did, she'll indulge in rambling about her taffeta.
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14.

A fifty megaton smile dropped at the heart of the morning

followed by seismic wave of hydraulic laughter breaking grounds,
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15.

Time is a stream indifferent to voyagers

caring for nothing
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One day...

...you'll come to know,
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17.

Of colors born
from depths of human sight?
with fingers taking scuffing steps
and their raspy breath
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18.

In hunger, my belly aches,
of clawed darkness, I'm afraid,
to forsee what is to come, I'm blind.
—just a reflection of all else.
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19.

On the door, a sign, it read,
‘Peace is out.'
Maybe out for a stroll.
Inconsiderate most of the time.
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I have so often wondered why the rose in the yard kept being a rose when everyone else is a dandelion,
or why it would recite light when midnight is still in the land's arms.

When the spring rages,
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The Best Poem Of Erwin Maramat

To Be Burdened With Love

To understand love you

must do without your eyes,

so your heart may measure it with its scale.

To relish its sweetness,

your mind must paint

a living portrait of a honeysuckle

and inebriate yourself with its fragrance and indulge yourself with its nectar,

in doing so, you may burden

your lips with its name,

with an oath never to

get weary of its weight.

To know what it means to love,

you must without question be open to the idea

that there is no guarantee of an after life,

so when you love without inhibition;

when you do with little to spare for yourself,

when you throw in what little hours you have here on earth,

then you have an idea

that love doesn't come with a disclaimer

written in fine print.

—Erwin D Maramat

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Erwin Maramat Quotes

"When we conspire with our hearts to grow nothing but love within, it extends to the world outside and what we used to dread becomes hospitable—living."

"The easiest way to procure love, friendship and happiness is with money. However; it doesn't necessarily entail that they have been bought, if anything they are on a lease and as soon as one runs out of money and loses the means to sustain them, reality is a merciless repo man."

"Love is not blind. It can see clearer than our naked eyes. It can see abstract in the detail and can read a language that only the heart can comprehend. It sees beyond the scale of sight and perceives form from a different angle. It forgives shortcomings and ignores blemishes. Love is not blind. It is endowed with sight that can pierce through walls of obscurity and darkness and illuminate inconceivable beauty laying underneath. While our eyes age over time; love's grow ever sharper. Love is not blind. It only chooses to see what matters and disregards the superficial."

"Thought—Nothing but ink on parchment; nothing but words woven onto a fabric of thought; nothing but negligible pieces of letters to tickle the intellect, unless made indelible in the mind which transmutes inspiration into action."

"Hypocrisy is blind of its ills."

"I don't travel just to wander or merely satiate my sight to satisfaction. I do it to leave an imprint of my spirit. I do it to have lasting relationships with those places, so that we may have unbreakable bond made possible through created memories. I do so with the intent of lessening the number of strangers, so my would-be friends will tell you I have passed that way."

Erwinism: 'No one is ever too old to learn. There is something that we can learn from everyone, and these are lessons we could transpose into defined meaning in our lives. All we need is an open mind; a pair of ears with an intent to listen rather than a mechanism for reaction; and a heart that would process those lessons into fuel that will fire up the engines of creation in all of us. We have to heighten our senses, moreover, our sense of appreciation for everyone, and over time an influx of priceless wisdom will fill us up.'

Erwinism: 'Rare is the flower with head unbowed in the depths of winter, or standing tall under the scorching sun in a lifeless desert. A heart of steel; a sight to behold. For young as the night marching on into a deeper shade, a flower she may be, she stays undaunted, ever still as sleeping water of unfathomable enigma. I am, but a fool endowed with the power to wander, my hear sometimes shrivels into a pulp at the sight of troubles.'

'𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.' —Erwin D Maramat

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