The Apothecary
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Do Not Look Away
Inspired by “Omelas” by Ursula K. Le Guin Written during a time of great injustice Do not look away For I am barely here A few specks of dust Yet neither a single tear— Can send me near A grain of rice Or a loaf of bread The restless dead— Rest on me instead Through Read more…
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What Remains Of Love?
An unmetered poem on love beyond death. Arrive to me, my sallow sweet And leave this distressing disease Send white lilies upon our hallowed house The final wishes of a spinster spouse What remains of love? When all the teeth of our mouths fall off When memory returns to its first yearning When gray hairs Read more…
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“I, a Physician.” Part 2
A three-part, unmetered poem on being a doctor in the Philippines. Part 2 – Dolor I am a Physician, An empty husk. A hollowed-out stone. The river benefitted by many but mine. The hand that reaches out whole to be severed fine. There is a tragedy brewing here— Seventeen thousand labours with none towards deliverance. Read more…
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Rue de Saint-Ghislaine
A 10-stanza poem on a captain’s last stand. Inspired by Shakespeare’s Macbeth and Disco Elysium from ZA/UM. Whence all this knocking?Minds frayed, heads locking. Whence all this stalling? Blades stayed, leaves falling. Rifles longing—their foes’ falling. Tears stinging, the end’s bringing. When heads fleeing, stay thinking— Fear’s creeping, and souls’re sinking. Peace, brethren in the Read more…
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So Below The Ivory Curtain (Part 1)
An unmetered poem of a commoner’s inflated, beat-by-beat outlook of their existence inside the oldest and busiest, walled city in the entire insula. “For them, life begins and ends in this miniscule bubble. Pilgrims by the thousands are delivered to be nourished within in its shallow umbilicus. By teeth and claw, they live odd and Read more…
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Boiadeiro (The Cow Herder)
#thoughtcatalogue An excerpt from ZA/UM’s Disco Elysium. “I still don’t really understand this whole *boiadeiro* thing.” “Of course not. To truly understand the boiadeiro, you need to listen to ‘On the Western Plain’.” A *boiadeiro* (*boia* for short) is a cow herder from upstream Magritte, the great steppes of Northern Mesque. He is a rugged Read more…
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“I, a Physician.” Part 1
A three-part, unmetered poem on being a doctor in the Philippines. Part 1 – Candor I am a Physician, A child of Prometheus and his kindred flame. The hand that reaches down from heaven— To till the loam that longs for arid winds. I am a steward, an instrument, their paragon. I am what they Read more…
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She Who Lingers
#thoughtcatalogue “It is She Who Lingers—a melancholy melody of promises, prancing around my worn-out shoulders. A living reminder of what lies at my own rightful atonement.“ At first she arose from my dreams, starry-eyed. At her own funeral, she reminded me of how the sun had to set—to give way for constellations to light our Read more…
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“How Do I Love Thee?”
A tribute to Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s 43rd sonnet written in iambic pentameter. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee as sunrays and fell moonbeams— Grace the earth with such practiced bravado, And fill the seams, of which great love portrays. I love thee as my will to wander far— Read more…
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Sleepless in Ulysses
A poem on love in patient yearning. Made in iambic pentameter. My eyes dry underneath this midnight sky. Faraway, longing your glowing caress. Heavens lie, boring on my tune, awry— Palisade, a song of blue and distress. A touch, a whisper, a quaver, a croon. I blush, went under, this weather, too soon. A crutch, Read more…
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A Warlord’s Vision
A poem on the fervor of battle. Inspired by Warhammer 40K, The Horus Heresy. My sight disallows me to see the present. I can barely see its stain, its carnage, all the resentment. I only see absolute triumph, mine over thine fallen enemy. I see utter glory. The heavens grace their divine hand upon me. Read more…
"The gods envy us.
They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last.
Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed.
You will never be lovelier than you are now.
We will never be here again."
— Homer, The Iliad
Welcome to the Apothecary
The nom de plume of Alexis Raymundo Arboleda, a writer and physician based in the Philippines.
Lukas Raymund is a collection of original, literary pieces ranging from romance and fiction, to political commentary; all written with utmost passion and respect to the artform.
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