J.C. Rabanes : Writing

Why Would I?

Why Would I?

A Poem by J.C. Rabanes


Why would I hope for something impossible if I already step in something better than that. Why would I insist something thats impossible if I mysel..
Wheel's Turning Slow

Wheel's Turning Slow

A Poem by J.C. Rabanes


Wheel's Turning Slow The road ain't going to lose right now. The fact that your day still moving on. Better get your place in your circling world..
Sorry Is Still On Me

Sorry Is Still On Me

A Poem by J.C. Rabanes


If you're willing to tell somebody that you love them, are you also willing to say you're sorry? You need to, even when you think you're in the right...
Love Is A New Way Home

Love Is A New Way Home

A Poem by J.C. Rabanes


Love is a new way home One way street I've been walking alone Still got my directions in these crowded road Many people I'd meet rolled up with m..
When I Got Pissed

When I Got Pissed

A Poem by J.C. Rabanes


When I get Pissed It is a part of us, sealed with chains. When I get pissed, I got replaced. Seems like I don't know myself, I think killin' is the r..
Know Life

Know Life

A Poem by J.C. Rabanes


Know Life "Learn to know yourself so that you'll find a determination of moving on." It is not just being humane, It is part of who we are as a..
Soldier Freak

Soldier Freak

A Poem by J.C. Rabanes


Soldier Freak This day is cold as ice Feels like dreaming on my own grave Walking down on this old town Hoping somewhere accept where I'll be ..
The Last Poem About You

The Last Poem About You

A Poem by J.C. Rabanes


The Last Poem About You Shadows belongs to the world were living Darkness belongs to that place I'm sleeping Its too late to be here, you're way ..
The Mother and Her Child

The Mother and Her Child

A Poem by J.C. Rabanes


The Mother and Her Child In the image of family, they are divine. The Mother and the Child was symbolized. They were known by the world, an ide..
A Last Rose In The Garden

A Last Rose In The Garden

A Poem by J.C. Rabanes


A Last Rose in the Garden Down in a little space of green valley I had seen a herd of falling tree In the river comes a sign of a memoir plea Th..