Poems of Jean Rojas

You can not kill the hummingbird

And think that there

Will be no repercussions

 

You can not silence

His lips

With the barrel of a gun

 

You can not bury his memory

By stonewalling and

Distorting the evidences

 

You can not erase his ideals

By destroying his name…..

 

Extinguish not his memory

By firing the shots,

It is an act that only

Fans the aching flame

 

You think he is forgotten

But he lives………

Healthy in the hearts of millions

You thought are but a few

 

Someday we will sing his song of love

Someday he will rise again, defiant!

Daring to fly, as high

As the burning sun

And you can not stop him

Or kill him once again

 

For the hummingbird shall endure

The compassion of men shall sustain him

And he will conquer this death

That you have inflicted upon him

 

So you can kill the man and his body

You can blow his face all away

You can trample him with your

Angry tyranny

But you can never, never

Kill his soul!

 

The hummingbird defies you

The hummingbird lives on and on and on………

 

For : Capt.Panfilo Villaruel

        01 December, 2003

 

One of Capt.Villaruel's inventions...the Hummingbird helicopter.

 

 

The hour has come for us to sail

Away in the lonely sea

Fine memories replace the evident

And guilt is washed away by tears

I want to say a word that touches

Before I go to sleep

And raise a person to the level

Of the wind and the sky

To make forget one lonesome thought

Erase the fruitless years

I want to say a word that touches

The floor the earth expands

The minutes pulled the hours

Till short of time we stand

The brink is near

But, what ,the way…

Is closed today of mud….

I see the sun but shineth not

Nor rays- do they extend

 

Enclosed the lifeless breath

The clouds exhaled

And leaves the boat

On a standstill…

 

I want to say a word that touches

But words do rhymes deny

This pointless search

This mask of struggle

Have not touched a single soul

I touched today…

 

 

1995

I don’t write verses

to suit purposes

I don’t use words

To nail their rhymes

To fit a song

To fill a book

To foster riches

Or gain control

 

This massive universe

That I may never know

Is, to me….

The only force

That I can call a home

And just like those

Who lived here

Before me

So I must live

To die

And to give way……..

 

Thus, we see things

Pass before us

Creating, destroying

Those that surround us

Believing we’ll live forever

Believing our spirits

Return in different forms

Invisibly grotesque

To frighten the living

We’ve left

After we’ve lost this life

That we shall live

Only once……

 

All matters

Matter only

When our hearts

Learn to unravel the truth,

When we seek for love

And love only

For love itself,

Never to succumb

To the ravages of time

Never regretting

The passing of youth

Moving on

Without ever looking back

Surrendering all our joys

And pain

To the One being that made us

Never bothering to question

The other loads

Laid out before us

By time and space

 

I only write verses

I only sing songs

I never use them

As they never use me

 

I can fill no books

I can foster no riches

But I can love you

And love you so…..

 

That is all I can do

That is all I can say….

 

 

1992