3:00am
Cool winds
soothing
Whispering air
calling
Silence in the
realms
As darkness
prevailed
Stars and moon
tried
To give light to
horizon
but the sphere
adamant,
Cold winds
progressing
Icy feelings,
uneasy while
Glaring at the
dark skies
With arrayed
stars
Tried to reach
mankind
Through their
light
But remained
far, far away,
The abstract
emotions
Aroused neither
fear
Nor excitement
but one
Remained waiting
For dreams to
come
In the midst of
fiery struggle,
Yet one sure in
3am
Despite the
coolness
The fire of love
Remained flaming
in heart.
Still flaming
appeasing, the
Dying and icing
mind. . .
©Joel Aparecio Bernasor
Algorithm
Profound
innovation
Of the
adventurous mind
Trying to make a
breakthough
Between thy existence
and the
undiscover realms,
which they
called
Impossible to
comprehend
making a
threshold
Between
tradition
And exploration
toward
Convenience and
comfortability,
Zeroes and ones,
zeroes and ones
Creates another
being
Birthed as
Artificial Intelligence
And machine
learning
And evolving
creation
From controlled
to self transformation
And the world
will be in
A new dimension
of reality,
Soon we will
fade
Like a dying
stars in heaven
And shall be
succeeded
By another being
More capable,
more worthy
To take care
this horizons. .
©Joel Aparecio Bernasor
Silence, Where Is Peace?
Reclination of
the East
Rise the obelisk
of unknown
Wrangling of
ignorance
As silence
emerged
But peace
wherein
Underneath the
dreams
The yearnings of
the young
Over the
disarrayed world
Filled with
ruins of misunderstandings
Silence, where
is peace,
Peace the twins
of silence
But never been a
siblings
There is silence
but filled
With tensions
and stress
In the horizon
of struggle
Peace is nowhere
in the
Rubble of stones
and bricks
Peace remains
nowhere,
But her voice
echoed from
A distant under
the moonlight
Of the night
alone in the midst
Like a dying
star in universe
Voice
incomprehensible yet
Echoed like a
light seeking
For a passage in
the hallway
Of the struggle
of life
To be heard
willing to hear
Wailing star,
wailing moon
Seeing peace
slowly left alone
In the midst of
the realms
Alone and lonely
beneath
The dying dreams
of harmony. . .
©Joel Aparecio Bernasor
JOEL APARECIO BERNASOR
JOEL
APARECIO BERNASOR: The Author is, currently a corporate consultant with inclination
to writing and poetry. Residing and working in Valencia City, Bukidnon,
Mindanao, Philippines
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