The Silvered Codex

Upon these pages shall I immortalize my soul….

To my future self among others

On this eve of my 26th birthday, I look back at my life thus far.
In case one day you feel lost, let this be your guiding star.
For fate has weaved a pattern of intricate twists and turns
Of victories and harsh defeats, of smiles and tears that burn.

Where the fighting is the thickest, let them find you there
Don’t cower in the corners nor hide from danger’s stare.
For what you will regret the most are not the battles that you’ve lost,
Rather it is the wars that you refused to fight that’ll bear a heavier cost.

Yes, fear will be your nemesis until now it haunts me so.
It stems from deep inside of me and that is all I know.
It clings to every insecurity and breathes out great despair,
Keeping you from living life and blinds you from all that’s fair.

You are never powerless even though you’ll feel that way
When things begin to fall apart and your soul is led astray.
It is from your own mind where the pressure mostly stems.
Please learn to relax sometimes lest the pressure overwhelms.

Remember that you will forever be your own greatest critic.
Don’t let your failed expectations transform you to a cynic.
Leave some questions unanswered even for a just a day.
In an argument, keep in mind, you don’t need the final say.

There maybe dark times ahead, it’ll keep things interesting.
Promise me that you’ll fight to live rather than just existing.
I won’t say that everything will be fine because I’m not really sure.
Remember that life is not a disease to which you need a cure.
You started out a miracle and as a miracle you will endure.

Repost: Of Love and Moving On

Of Love and Moving on
by Joscar Malacaman
First Published: UP CURSOR’s Monitor February  2010
Last Edited: July 14, 2011

“When it comes, just grab it with both hands and never let go.”

This is going to be the seventh time that I’ve decided to rewrite this article from the top. I find it strange that a wordsmith, such as myself, can’t seem to express what he wants to say. Such is the nature of love; it is a feeling that defies words and definitions as if it has a mind of its own. I have often written about love in my poems and it is one of the most beautiful things to write about. It captures so much of human experience and emotions that just the thought of it can be enough to drive a person mad with ecstasy or despair. I asked myself, however, if was I the right person to write about love. After all, I’ve never entered a romantic relationship. It is at this point that I realized that love goes beyond relationships; it goes beyond labels and meaning. I realized that love is, indeed, undefinable.

Love transcends the different layers of human emotions; it permeates through the different phases of human experience. It’s something that’s not easy to write about because it’s different for everyone and to generalize would do love a great injustice. Such a perfect idea should not be caged in imperfect words. Love is something that should be experienced in order to be understood and even then it is only that exact experience that you’ll understand. For me, it is like poetry which is not meant to be simply read. Instead, it invites the reader to be completely immersed in its every aspect; drowning in that faint yet powerful sensory journey. With that being said, I cannot write about love in general; I can only write about my love and nothing else but that.

It would seem strange that I am having trouble writing this article just as it would seem peculiar that after 8 months, I’m still having trouble moving on. This is probably because I dislike the phrase: ‘moving on’. For me, it is the anti-thesis of love because in truth where can you move on from love. One may say that we don’t move on from love but rather we move on from the object of our love. To that I reply with a question: “Is it possible to separate the one we love from love itself?”. I say this because as I was writing about love, deep inside I knew that I was writing about a single person and no longer just the idea in general. At this point, I’d like to admit that there were many before whom I loved and I’ve moved on from those experiences albeit with great struggle. Time has been a forceful agent of this phenomenon and it would take a great love to win against Chronos, himself.

How I wish that I’m capable of such love; capable of being able to embrace the excruciating pain of loneliness (although we are never alone); of being able to spurn the compromises that time sets before us. After all, compromise is the enemy of desire which is the very essence of love. Love doesn’t compromise, it doesn’t say: “Pwede na ‘to” and thus, when we learn to compromise our love dies down but it can still be built anew. This is not necessarily, a good or bad thing but it has become a necessity in the world we live in; the same world that sought to define the undefinable; the same world which consistently tries to define love.

Yet, love is stubborn that way and even in its most painful forms, love remains beautiful and alluring if one only dared to keep their eyes on it. It is the kind of pain that allows you to smile genuinely despite the tears; like mothers smiling upon their newly born babies even though they have been literally torn. In the process of labor, they might scream and shout in pain about how much they hate their husbands and that they didn’t want this pregnancy to happen but deep inside lies that love for their child that enables them to carry on. Such pure and uncompromising love allows them to be an inch within death and still smile and laugh and remain in love.

How I wish I am also capable of such love. To love and not seek mastery over it but rather to embrace it despite its thorns and still be able to smile. For there is no love without pain. There has always been pain when love is involved because it is the greatest paradox of life. It is the finding of one’s self in another and in time they will come at odds with each other and thus, sunder the souls that are in love.

My soul has been sundered but then I’d have it no other way. This is despite the fact that I know that time will eventually get the best of me and I will grow weary yet how I desire to never be weary. Such is life’s greatest crime: to put immortal love into the hearts of fragile creatures such as us. We may never be able to do love justice but there is no shame in trying. The world will continue remind us that we must keep order and that we must love another in order to maintain that order. It is, however, in the chaos of my heart where I am closest to understanding love. It is in chaos where I find it. For the world has no hold where there are no rules and time has no hold over the eternal. I hear it whisper when there is dead silence and it bids me to tell you…

“When it comes, grab it with both hands and never let go.”

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If There Be Fate

If there be fate, let actions cease;
Let breathing halt to pay life’s lease.
Existence of a grandest plan
Denies the life of every man.

If there be one truth, let minds rot;
Let fade away all life begat.
Existence of  universal fact
Shall rob us of sweet life’s extract

So let me drown in my delusion;
Let me live in my illusion.
For I know truths are not real,
What is essential is what we feel.

It is through charting our own course
That we draw meaning from its source.
Should there, in truth, be destiny
Then let me die than cease to be free.

*A reworked version of my 2009 poem; an experiment with Iambic Tetrameter (still haven’t perfected it though)”

Taking Flight (A Villanelle)

Leave the earth and come with me, fly away to eternity
For there be no worries there as we flutter on angel’s hair.
Take my hand, let your fears be; into the sunset we shall flee.

In the skies, we’re truly free if you just raise your eyes and see
The choirs of angels. Forget all care as we climb heaven’s stair.
Leave the earth and come with me, fly away to eternity.

Come and float away with me. I’ll sing no songs of tragedy.
There we’ll ask not how we’ll fare instead shake off our every care.
Take my hand, let your fears be; into the sunset we shall flee.

To soar beyond and be free from the mires of reality,
Is in fact, our dreams to snare from their lost and forgotten lair.
Leave the earth and come with me, fly away to eternity.

Just glide through the skies with me; take my hand in yours; Don’t worry
About the world that’s so unfair. Forget the sorrows we bear.
Take my hand, let your fears be; into the sunset we shall flee.

From the past, let us break free. Let’s start anew; just you and me.
Away from the eyes that stare; away from them if you just dare
Leave the earth and come with me, fly away to eternity.
Take my hand let your fears be; into the sunset we shall flee.

I’ll be the moon

I’ll be the moon;
The smiling silver crescent shining in the starlit sky.
A magician whose ancient crafts create
The constant ebb of the tides;
Master to the flux and flow of the sea and the soul.

I’ll be the moon;
The beacon of human passion that ignites the senses.
A mad man who weaves an exquisite tapestry
Of truths and insanity;
A protean deity constantly altering the self and reality.

I’ll be the moon;
A soft faint reflection of the all-mighty Phoebus.
The torch bearer in the cold and dreary night
Driving back the darkness with my gentle light;
The harbinger of hope to the hopeless and the heartbroken.

When you dare not stare at the radiance of the sun;
When you find yourself alone in the deep void of the night;
Know that I am always out there, watching ever true.
I’ll be the moon when no one else would shine on you.

A Sonnet for the Graduates

The race has been very long and tedious;
A tough and winding track lies behind you.
Now, you’re in a position that’s envious
Because you have run a race that is true.

Most of you have fallen along the way
Yet here you stand triumphant nonetheless.
You never gave defeat the final say.
Your names are now written among the best.

For every stumble, slip and slide, say “Cheers!”
For faltering fearful feelings as well.
These make your glory shine throughout the years
And give life to the stories that you’ll tell.

    As you reach the finish line, keep running
    For down the road, life is just beginning

Perfect Poet Award Week 41

The Perfect Poet Award Week 41


I humbly accept the award with a tribute to the graduating class of 2011.
I’d like to nominate TC for the next award.

A Tale of Two Mcdo Fries Commercials

In 2009, I saw a Mcdonalds Commercial that made my heart smile, flutter, break and then smile again. It opens with two kids, a boy and a girl, meeting serendipitously through their mothers, who are long lost friends. The young girl shows her newfound friend a new way of eating French fries by dipping them in a chocolate sundae and she proceeds to grab his hand and lead him towards the McDonald’s playplace. The commercial then flash forwards into the future where both of the kids are now grown-up with the girl still holding the guy’s hand and leading him to the playplace. She the introduces him to her husband and child. The commercial ends with the guy dipping his fries in chocolate and the girl smiling. All of this is bound together by a wonderful musical score (c/o the Eraserheads) and a soulful voiceover by the guy recounting his first love.

It made my heart smile and broke it at the same time. It was a rollercoaster of emotions. The beauty of an undying great love is almost unmatchable.

What I found most fascinating about this commercial is that it kept the human experience at the forefront of the story while the product is only a means or a venue to share this experience. If we analyze the commercial, Mcdonald’s is only incidental and that there is a story behind the product placement. It also deals with memories and how the littlest things can open a deluge of recollections in one’s mind. It focuses on a small event and shows how it affected both parties greatly despite distance and time. It shows how memory transcends these boundaries and how it establishes who we are.

It also idealized love; which is rare in our cynical times. It depicts how that first love is pure and incorruptible; how it lives on in memory. It shows a love that does not manifest envy (although I won’t deny that the guy probably felt envy) but rather was content with the declaration of love. It raises love on a pedestal where it has no strings, no conditions and no rules. Such is the stuff that timeless stories are made of.

It’s a shame that somethings can change so much in two years; not everything can trancend time.

A couple of days ago, I saw a Mcdonalds Commercial which made my heart smile, flutter and then break horrendously. It opens with two kids, a boy and a girl (6 or 7 years old, would be my guess), sitting in a playground, talking. The young girl asks her friend: “Girlfriend mo na ba ako?” and the young boy replies with “Ayoko nga” and tells his friend that girlfriends have the tendency to want too many things. The girl pouts and says “Gusto ko lang naman ng McDo fries eh”. The young boy’s eyes lights up as he checks his pockets and as the commercial closes we see them holding hands while the girl clutches a small bag of Mcdonald’s french fries.

Yes, it made my heart smile. The beauty of a young love is almost unmatchable.

As I sat on my chair, however, the smile quickly turns to a frown as I realized how the short commercial commercialized love. It did not talk about how love factors into a relationship, rather, it simply created a business deal: I’ll give you fries and in return, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend. It’s Simple and heartbreaking; How 25 pesos bought something as priceless as a person’s affections. The young boy already foreshadows this with his statement: “Demanding ang mga girlfriend. Gusto ganito. Gusto ganyan.” as if a relationship is forged only by one’s ability to match the wants of their partner. Is our world truly that cynical; that such words can come out of such young people and the audience will just smile and laugh and never for a moment feel a sense of loss?

It reinforces negative gender stereotypes: Opportunistic males and Materialistic females by showcasing these traits in young children. If you take a look at how the boys eyes light up upon hearing that the girl only want Mcdo Fries depict men as opportunistic vipers (although, in this case, a very cute one) waiting to strike at easy prey. If holding hands is one of the more basic manifestations of physical intimacy then this commercial shows the beginnings of stereotypical man doing anything just to get inside a woman’s pants. The girl, on the other hand, reflects the notion that material gifts are actually needed to placate their wants. Upon being told by the young boy of the supposed materialistic nature of girlfriends, the young girl doesn’t challenge this notion but merely lowers expectations instead. In the end, the female is still depicted as a person who is persuaded by gifts. It’s a slippery slope when it comes to stereotypes and I’m afraid we are starting to actually slide on this one.

Perhaps, I think too much. After all, this is just a commercial.

However, if we don’t think about the messages we are sending then we are doomed to create a cycle of ignorance in our society. If we don’t believe that little things make an impact, then just how big does the problem have to be before we start acting? I’m not saying that this is the only commercial that is guilty of stereotyping and commercializing love (there are worst offenders) but because this commercial is cute and sweet, it is all the more dangerous.

The devil is always in the details and it is best that we keep this in our memories, so that we never forget and our children can still hear of the ideal (and therefore learn to hope) before the world disappoints them.

 

Duality

Duality

As you quest
For the right numbers
To fill in the right formulas
From which your answers are wrought,

So do I journey
For the right letters
To form the right words
From which this poem is crafted.

As you feel
A sense of nervousness
Or maybe even a tiny tinge of fear
While you struggle to find the right answers.

So do I feel
The shakiness of my nerves
And the cold touch of Phobos
While I struggle to give shape to my thoughts.

As you are lonely
Inside that crowded room;
Isolated by a deafening silence;
Engaged and encaged only in your thoughts,

So am I lonely
Inside this crowded room;
Where noise is drowned by the silence
Brought about the inescapable thoughts of you.

Though I long
To see your face again;
To hear your angelic voice
And whisper my heart out to your ear,

I am paralyzed in fear
That there won’t be any smiles
Nor would there be words leaving our lips
And we would stand there like complete strangers;

 

 

 

 

 

A few steps would seem worlds apart

Out of sight, out of mind

As I was walking down the corridors one day, I heard a voice.
“Out of sight, out of mind”, it said
“Out of sight, out of mind”, it whispered
And the words echoed from the halls of this almost empty building
Into the labyrinth of thoughts in my head.
I wondered as I whispered the saying again and again:
“Out of sight, out of mind”
“Out of sight, out of mind”
Too long has passed since I’ve seen you, too long has passed since we’ve talked
And still your name is written on the labyrinth walls.
“Out of sight, out of mind”
“Out of sight, out of mind”
And these thoughts seem to permeate the boundaries of reality;
Seeping into the everyday.
The walls seem to bear your name everywhere I look.
Letters forming patterns
On doors and bits of paper;
On menus and food packaging;
On billboards and neon signs that light up the skyline at night.
“Out of sight, out of mind”
“Out of sight, out of mind”
Each time those words left my lips, I believed them a little less;
Had I been completely blind I would still see your name scribbled upon these walls;
I’d still see your face in the shroud of impenetrable darkness.
For as I was walking down the corridors one day, I heard a voice.
“Out of sight, out of mind”, it said
“Out of sight, out of mind”, it whispered
And the words echoed from the halls of this almost empty building
Into the labyrinth of thoughts in my head.
And somewhere along the way most of the letters got lost
And the walls whispered your name instead.

Call to arms!

The battle is long
The casualties are many
Yet, stand together!

Stand shield upon shield!
Our Phalanx will never break;
Protect each other.

The fight is hardest
When try to fight alone;
Trust one another.

Victory is near
If we stand by our comrades;
Give strength to the weak.

*The battle against cancer is something that is very dear to me (being a cancer survivor) and I’ve added a new Social Vibe widget (top of the right sidebar) to reflect this. I ask that if you enjoyed reading my poems to spend a few minutes of your time to do the sponsored activity and pitch-in the quest to defeat this inhuman condition. Thanks in advance.

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