who am i?
where am i going.?
i sat on this same wooden bench a fortnight ago , contemplating my existence.
this to some might sound like a satire , but to me , this is my very own sos.
i look out onto orion's belt as i stroke bits of brown wood laquerings od the bench.
as i glance down , a a dark eery ambience surrounds me , engulfs me.
the wind, rushing through my short hair.
i rest my head on my palms.
what is my purpose here?
was i sent here to preach the word of god?
was i to be a guiding light for others?
was i to make people proud?
what should i do?
i stand up , stretching my fatique arms, as i move closer to the edge of the cliff.
i am not perfect.
i am flawed in almost every way.
i love life, but what does that mean to me any more?
i love myself, but what am i , if not an empty shell containing a lost soul?
whom do i answer to?
i sit alone.
the wind blows , stronger this time. a nearby tree crackles in agony as i talk to myself.
this feeling of emptiness, it started not more than two weeks ago.
i had friends then.
now all i have is myself.
i think aloud, perhaps all i will never lose is myself.
yes that is true.
i stand now, at the very edge of the cliff.
i shout aloud , projecting my voice as far as my diaphragm could ,
out far past the amber lights of the nearby town in the valley.
" I serve me!"
this i say as i take a step forward.
the blows now strong as ever.
the old wooden bench tumbled over in the might of the gush.
ah the rush of the wind
the rush of the mind.
my last thoughts as i dove down to earth.
Friday, June 26, 2009
the apology.
good evening, my friend.
i hope you can still consider me as a friend.
i realise now that i have indeed wronged you.
you were right all along ,whilst i was just too stubborn to listen.
now i've practically drIven a stake through our friendship.
i treasure you.
yet time and Time again you talk .
your word so perfect.
yet whom you speak of , whom you describe is so not worthy.
i hAve seen your crush.
i have seen him beneath the vivdly painted "knight-in-shinning-armour" facade he has lied to you with.
whereas me in preventing the matrimony between an angel and a demon.
i am taken for as your enemy.
i understand it pains you the way i describe him.
that i know. that i understand.
i know you will not forgive me so easily.
but all i have to offer onto you is a listening ear when you are alone.
a shoulder on which to cry on,
a complement when you feel useless.
you are not useless.
i am not trying to justify my doings,
only , it is my onus to say this.
i am sorry.
i hope you can still consider me as a friend.
i realise now that i have indeed wronged you.
you were right all along ,whilst i was just too stubborn to listen.
now i've practically drIven a stake through our friendship.
i treasure you.
yet time and Time again you talk .
your word so perfect.
yet whom you speak of , whom you describe is so not worthy.
i hAve seen your crush.
i have seen him beneath the vivdly painted "knight-in-shinning-armour" facade he has lied to you with.
whereas me in preventing the matrimony between an angel and a demon.
i am taken for as your enemy.
i understand it pains you the way i describe him.
that i know. that i understand.
i know you will not forgive me so easily.
but all i have to offer onto you is a listening ear when you are alone.
a shoulder on which to cry on,
a complement when you feel useless.
you are not useless.
i am not trying to justify my doings,
only , it is my onus to say this.
i am sorry.
ambitions..
who will you be?
a pirate ,
free as long as there is wind on the horizon, and sails on his ship
a doctor,
who heals others and not to harm them , to stop others' bleeding.
a teacher ,
to inspire the next generation?
a warrior ,
who fights for what he loves.
a gambler,
who weaves lies and looks into the cards of his enemies
a dreamer,
who sleeps?
a diver?
for pearls
whatever you might choose to be.
wherever you are ,
i will stay right here.
wait, wanting, i'm yours for the taking
a pirate ,
free as long as there is wind on the horizon, and sails on his ship
a doctor,
who heals others and not to harm them , to stop others' bleeding.
a teacher ,
to inspire the next generation?
a warrior ,
who fights for what he loves.
a gambler,
who weaves lies and looks into the cards of his enemies
a dreamer,
who sleeps?
a diver?
for pearls
whatever you might choose to be.
wherever you are ,
i will stay right here.
wait, wanting, i'm yours for the taking
the metamorphosis
the voices , they call me.
they ask me as i lie here.
they talk to me.
they question my existance.
they mock me.
their words hurting me .
i start building up my own defences.
i start building my home.
all around me.
tough as steel.
the voices seem to die down alittle.
i seal myself in.
these empty spaces, these distance spaces as i hide
facing the hollow walls.
mocked all my life.
in danger all my life.
i have been running.
no longer .
i will face them .
yes . yes i will face them.
on my own.
this i say as i stretch out
destroying my house in the process.
now i stand .
on the same plateau whereby i wallowed in self pity
now is my time.
while half of the world is still asleep.
i take flight.....
they ask me as i lie here.
they talk to me.
they question my existance.
they mock me.
their words hurting me .
i start building up my own defences.
i start building my home.
all around me.
tough as steel.
the voices seem to die down alittle.
i seal myself in.
these empty spaces, these distance spaces as i hide
facing the hollow walls.
mocked all my life.
in danger all my life.
i have been running.
no longer .
i will face them .
yes . yes i will face them.
on my own.
this i say as i stretch out
destroying my house in the process.
now i stand .
on the same plateau whereby i wallowed in self pity
now is my time.
while half of the world is still asleep.
i take flight.....
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
poetic lies
like trapped prisoners, we tie the to our word
the are sealed into what we do.
our works often passed for judgement.
at some point in time one such prisoner escaped the canvas he was painted on
consumes and at the same time captivates its audience.
a gentle curtsy , before the ballet.
from arial fonts it leaps our a sluggish attitude that almost definitely bores the audience.
a feeling of nonchalence , of going through the motion.of going with the flow.
trapped deeped and sewn tightly in reinforced, reitterated words that which we speak , that which we boast.
in malicious cheers and celebrations, these prisoners release themselves.
just when the ethanol reaches the guards of our lips ,poisoning the cerebral cortex.
these prisoners run amok, ruining everything its master created.
these prisoners.
are our emotions.
the are sealed into what we do.
our works often passed for judgement.
at some point in time one such prisoner escaped the canvas he was painted on
consumes and at the same time captivates its audience.
a gentle curtsy , before the ballet.
from arial fonts it leaps our a sluggish attitude that almost definitely bores the audience.
a feeling of nonchalence , of going through the motion.of going with the flow.
trapped deeped and sewn tightly in reinforced, reitterated words that which we speak , that which we boast.
in malicious cheers and celebrations, these prisoners release themselves.
just when the ethanol reaches the guards of our lips ,poisoning the cerebral cortex.
these prisoners run amok, ruining everything its master created.
these prisoners.
are our emotions.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
another ones' going to the abbattoir
yes yes..
go on , go on, right along with the rest of your friends.
filthy pieces of lard ... the scum of the universe , desecrating our pure human gene pool.
poisoning our mind with thoughts of a better place , a plaace of hope
no longer. for you will now end this torment ,trickling down my spine
like ice-blue ooze paralysing the cardiac muscles , freezing the median septum.
my jaw opens wide , not as if to devour , more as to scream in agony of pain as you
..
yes you.
you holding my heart
gripping it with rusty pen-knives , and causing it to fall like shreds
no more.my heart will grow stronger.
i will grow stronger.
i will not trust anyone.
i will not trust , you.
go on , go on, right along with the rest of your friends.
filthy pieces of lard ... the scum of the universe , desecrating our pure human gene pool.
poisoning our mind with thoughts of a better place , a plaace of hope
no longer. for you will now end this torment ,trickling down my spine
like ice-blue ooze paralysing the cardiac muscles , freezing the median septum.
my jaw opens wide , not as if to devour , more as to scream in agony of pain as you
..
yes you.
you holding my heart
gripping it with rusty pen-knives , and causing it to fall like shreds
no more.my heart will grow stronger.
i will grow stronger.
i will not trust anyone.
i will not trust , you.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
H1N1 cases could rise further as students return to schools after holidaying in flu-hit countries. How should schools cope?
current poll status as of 2.16pm , 22nd june 2009
extend holidays (89 %)
conduct lessons via Internet (7 %)
students return to schools as scheduled (3 %)
Good afternoon dear viewers.
as shown above, most people have voted for an extension in the holidays, due to the recent outbreak of the H1N1 influenza.
in my personal opinion, i feel that schools should reopen.
a holiday is meant for students and teachers to rest and have " a break" from their hectic lifestyle of mugging and teaching .
on the other hand, school closure is meant to prevent infected students or school staff members from spread the disease.
by extending the holiday, would only mean that students would have lesser time to prepare for their national examinations.
in my opinion , all three of the suggestions can be considered extreme.
i propose that schools do not close , and instead reopen , or conduct block periods so that students in their graduating year would be given a chance to study with the guidiance of their teachers.
on that same note , i would also agree with the suggestion to conduct lessons online, for the students whom have unfortunately fallen ill due to the influenza A
.though it is a known fact that online learning is that much harder ,without the care and concern of a teacher.i feel this is the Best compromise.
this virus , is a test of will power.
i feel that those of us whom want very badly to do well during their national examinations should do all that they can to do well
whatever is worth doing is most certainly worth doing well .
we MUST perservere, we must stand united.
no!. schools should not be closed , and we should not let the world pass us by just because of a virus!
extend holidays (89 %)
conduct lessons via Internet (7 %)
students return to schools as scheduled (3 %)
Good afternoon dear viewers.
as shown above, most people have voted for an extension in the holidays, due to the recent outbreak of the H1N1 influenza.
in my personal opinion, i feel that schools should reopen.
a holiday is meant for students and teachers to rest and have " a break" from their hectic lifestyle of mugging and teaching .
on the other hand, school closure is meant to prevent infected students or school staff members from spread the disease.
by extending the holiday, would only mean that students would have lesser time to prepare for their national examinations.
in my opinion , all three of the suggestions can be considered extreme.
i propose that schools do not close , and instead reopen , or conduct block periods so that students in their graduating year would be given a chance to study with the guidiance of their teachers.
on that same note , i would also agree with the suggestion to conduct lessons online, for the students whom have unfortunately fallen ill due to the influenza A
.though it is a known fact that online learning is that much harder ,without the care and concern of a teacher.i feel this is the Best compromise.
this virus , is a test of will power.
i feel that those of us whom want very badly to do well during their national examinations should do all that they can to do well
whatever is worth doing is most certainly worth doing well .
we MUST perservere, we must stand united.
no!. schools should not be closed , and we should not let the world pass us by just because of a virus!
right now,
the world is spinning, but i am still
right now,
you are partying , but i am crying alone.
right now,
people are celebrating , and laughing in mocking joy as they pat each other on their backs in commeration of the victories , but not me..
right now,
i am planning
i am fighting
alone , yes
unarmed , yes
against insurmountable odds , yes
an up hill challenge
a hard place ..
pressure welling up inside of me...
i need to tell someone..
something anything
but there is no one on my side ...
for i am alone..
i am a one man army , bent and twisted
against my will...
fighting for what i stand for , not just to survive , but to live..
i live life ont for the sake of living it , but because i believe i have a purpose
i believe that i was created to accomplish something no matter what .
i will prove my worth
each step is now a long jump
i fail onli to make myself stronger
watch out future , here i come
the world is spinning, but i am still
right now,
you are partying , but i am crying alone.
right now,
people are celebrating , and laughing in mocking joy as they pat each other on their backs in commeration of the victories , but not me..
right now,
i am planning
i am fighting
alone , yes
unarmed , yes
against insurmountable odds , yes
an up hill challenge
a hard place ..
pressure welling up inside of me...
i need to tell someone..
something anything
but there is no one on my side ...
for i am alone..
i am a one man army , bent and twisted
against my will...
fighting for what i stand for , not just to survive , but to live..
i live life ont for the sake of living it , but because i believe i have a purpose
i believe that i was created to accomplish something no matter what .
i will prove my worth
each step is now a long jump
i fail onli to make myself stronger
watch out future , here i come
hush now my child
to my guardian angel who watched as i grew up
who stood by my as i grew stronger.
whom i have learnt to depend on .
i owe you so much.
yet your word so cold, so harsh .
shatter my bones , my heart.
what other's say do not matter ..
stick and stones may not break my bones.
but your whispers can silence me forever.
who stood by my as i grew stronger.
whom i have learnt to depend on .
i owe you so much.
yet your word so cold, so harsh .
shatter my bones , my heart.
what other's say do not matter ..
stick and stones may not break my bones.
but your whispers can silence me forever.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
i am not you
i am not you.
i admit it was foolish of me to have tried to be you .
you are you.
i am me.
you are an angel.
and i am just the guy next door.
i do not speak perfect word with flawless grammar.
i am human.
i am flawed.
i do not believe in love
no longer.
love is like a beautiful porcelaine vase.
well moulded and beautifully painted.
it is brittle and hollow
lovely to those who see it and not have it.
but beware , for when you drop it and when it breaks,
its shards will cut those attempting to put it together.
..
to you my dear friend.
i am glad to have you as my firnd and no further.
for it is very dark , the place that i come from .
yes it is indeed.
for it is darkest beneath the lamp..
being near you ..
...
but none of these matter ..
put the shame of guilt on me , and let me bask in your wholeness.
.
i admit it was foolish of me to have tried to be you .
you are you.
i am me.
you are an angel.
and i am just the guy next door.
i do not speak perfect word with flawless grammar.
i am human.
i am flawed.
i do not believe in love
no longer.
love is like a beautiful porcelaine vase.
well moulded and beautifully painted.
it is brittle and hollow
lovely to those who see it and not have it.
but beware , for when you drop it and when it breaks,
its shards will cut those attempting to put it together.
..
to you my dear friend.
i am glad to have you as my firnd and no further.
for it is very dark , the place that i come from .
yes it is indeed.
for it is darkest beneath the lamp..
being near you ..
...
but none of these matter ..
put the shame of guilt on me , and let me bask in your wholeness.
.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
gth cursed beloved
i see you have found anew one to corrupt
i learn never to trust those around me
blood is the only thing that is true
blood is the only thing that must be spilled
life flowing out of my viens in tiny
drip.. drip .. drip
life in red liqid rubies running down your hands
shatter feelings, shattered face..
feel the shame of your disgrace
rolling down your back
with loaded arms..
so hold on to me pretty lady
if you want to fly
i'm gonna melt that fever sugar
burning through those eye
..
grab on to my red cape as start to fly
burning breadcrumb trails
as i bomb their brick houses
bacause magic beans wont grow
carpets will never fly
mermaids are extinct and forever will remain
this world in its sins
corrupt the souls of new borns
you need only to look closely at the brightly coloured paint
slowly.. peeling off of houses as twisted creatures in all their armour massacre the plants
and crops of your neighbours fields
you and your cursed army
along with your fake lies and misbeliefs can go to hell..
cus i aint intending on following you there..
go crawl into your hole and decompose..
let nature heal herself while you can rot away for all i care
..
for i have found someone new to take your place..
some one incorruptible..
the perfect star sapphire........
i learn never to trust those around me
blood is the only thing that is true
blood is the only thing that must be spilled
life flowing out of my viens in tiny
drip.. drip .. drip
life in red liqid rubies running down your hands
shatter feelings, shattered face..
feel the shame of your disgrace
rolling down your back
with loaded arms..
so hold on to me pretty lady
if you want to fly
i'm gonna melt that fever sugar
burning through those eye
..
grab on to my red cape as start to fly
burning breadcrumb trails
as i bomb their brick houses
bacause magic beans wont grow
carpets will never fly
mermaids are extinct and forever will remain
this world in its sins
corrupt the souls of new borns
you need only to look closely at the brightly coloured paint
slowly.. peeling off of houses as twisted creatures in all their armour massacre the plants
and crops of your neighbours fields
you and your cursed army
along with your fake lies and misbeliefs can go to hell..
cus i aint intending on following you there..
go crawl into your hole and decompose..
let nature heal herself while you can rot away for all i care
..
for i have found someone new to take your place..
some one incorruptible..
the perfect star sapphire........
Thursday, June 11, 2009
the scouring flames
we folloow like mindless leaders
misconceptualizing all feelings as happiness
a love so strong yet brittle in nature
that compels us that makes us
wan-ting to love wanting to fight
a revolution of noise and music
without which we may indeed live better
fluttering in the breeze like butterflies
little love notes on which our imagination takes flight
living in a world devoid of colours
living in a world of misconceptualise vagi-limony
sweeps of platinium engulfs us like a sea of warm smiles
a day of rekoning
a day of strong winds and green flames
of bittersweet symphonies and "i want your money " demands
here i stand
the twisted behemoths and dull gold armour.....
come now my love and take me away..
out of the endless collisions
misconceptualizing all feelings as happiness
a love so strong yet brittle in nature
that compels us that makes us
wan-ting to love wanting to fight
a revolution of noise and music
without which we may indeed live better
fluttering in the breeze like butterflies
little love notes on which our imagination takes flight
living in a world devoid of colours
living in a world of misconceptualise vagi-limony
sweeps of platinium engulfs us like a sea of warm smiles
a day of rekoning
a day of strong winds and green flames
of bittersweet symphonies and "i want your money " demands
here i stand
the twisted behemoths and dull gold armour.....
come now my love and take me away..
out of the endless collisions
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
i am yours to command
my princess..
i am yours to command ..
send me against your enemies...
send me to protect..
allow me to die on your behalf..
allow me to live on your behalf
..
grant me the strenght of your will
grant me the power of your speech..
may all around you bow their heads in respect ..
you are the chosen one ..
i am your servant ..
twist me ..
bend me..
break my spirit ..
and crush my will..
make me feel no pain ..
make my will be yours..
move my arms as if i were your puppet..
i thus bow my head ,
and swear fealty to your league..
i am yours to command ..
send me against your enemies...
send me to protect..
allow me to die on your behalf..
allow me to live on your behalf
..
grant me the strenght of your will
grant me the power of your speech..
may all around you bow their heads in respect ..
you are the chosen one ..
i am your servant ..
twist me ..
bend me..
break my spirit ..
and crush my will..
make me feel no pain ..
make my will be yours..
move my arms as if i were your puppet..
i thus bow my head ,
and swear fealty to your league..
Monday, June 8, 2009
festive nights
with withered bones and wrinkled skin
like a dark mass of shadowy matter
floating silently through the majestic doors
flitting through the stretched benches of the church
under the cloak of darkness.
as he shys away from the pale blue moon light casted through the minute windows of the corridors
he walks faster ..
wishing his heart would be more silent than the loud booming that it caused upon his eardrums
his pale skin , his dark maroon cloak, his blood shot eyes.
he drift now aimlessly and chances upon a family ..
the room filled with laughter
and a warm amber glow as a man kisses his wife on the cheek as their children run about a tiny tables giggling to themselves.
his pupils dilate.
he sees clearly..
she whom should belong to him ..
his blood shot eyes turn a uniform blackness that spread outwards from the iris ,
polluting the sclera.
his heart stops..
he holds his breath .
but as he tries to breath out ..
he realises that he can no longer feel anything
he can no longer smell anything..
his mouth tastes parch like dessert sand on a hot afternoon .
he tries to scream but all his efforts lead only to a burning sensation in his throat ..
he walks out of the church
weeping tears of arsenic that seem to freeze the sides of his cheeks..
he flits silently back among the people and crwod in the carnival ..
clowns mocking him,
jugglers trying to hit him with the fiery torches they throw into the air.
his animal friends being whipped silly by idiots in tight costumes..
yet ..
what is this?
a girl?
crying in the corner of the festivals square? her bluee eyes winking up at his own..
who are you he asks?
like a dark mass of shadowy matter
floating silently through the majestic doors
flitting through the stretched benches of the church
under the cloak of darkness.
as he shys away from the pale blue moon light casted through the minute windows of the corridors
he walks faster ..
wishing his heart would be more silent than the loud booming that it caused upon his eardrums
his pale skin , his dark maroon cloak, his blood shot eyes.
he drift now aimlessly and chances upon a family ..
the room filled with laughter
and a warm amber glow as a man kisses his wife on the cheek as their children run about a tiny tables giggling to themselves.
his pupils dilate.
he sees clearly..
she whom should belong to him ..
his blood shot eyes turn a uniform blackness that spread outwards from the iris ,
polluting the sclera.
his heart stops..
he holds his breath .
but as he tries to breath out ..
he realises that he can no longer feel anything
he can no longer smell anything..
his mouth tastes parch like dessert sand on a hot afternoon .
he tries to scream but all his efforts lead only to a burning sensation in his throat ..
he walks out of the church
weeping tears of arsenic that seem to freeze the sides of his cheeks..
he flits silently back among the people and crwod in the carnival ..
clowns mocking him,
jugglers trying to hit him with the fiery torches they throw into the air.
his animal friends being whipped silly by idiots in tight costumes..
yet ..
what is this?
a girl?
crying in the corner of the festivals square? her bluee eyes winking up at his own..
who are you he asks?
in comparison, ..
when life is a race ,i am a mazda fully geared for it .. Yet trying my best to match her speed of an aero-dynamic ferrari
when life is a bed of roses, she is the most perfect undisturbed rose flower causing all other flowers to shy away in shame as the look envying her perfect crimson petals.while i , a withering torn that hurts people.
when life is a war , she is the medic saving lives in an air-conditioned ambulance while i am just a foot soldier charging with my rifle..
i am slower , i have more flaws , this is worth fighting for ... An uphill task .. My favourite kind of challenge
when life is a bed of roses, she is the most perfect undisturbed rose flower causing all other flowers to shy away in shame as the look envying her perfect crimson petals.while i , a withering torn that hurts people.
when life is a war , she is the medic saving lives in an air-conditioned ambulance while i am just a foot soldier charging with my rifle..
i am slower , i have more flaws , this is worth fighting for ... An uphill task .. My favourite kind of challenge
Friday, June 5, 2009
(-less)
she was the reason i thought the sky is blue
she made me think she was my sun
she gave the perfect green grasses their colour and their shape..
she gave me a hope .. a dream .. a vision..
now shes gone.. and i can see through my transperant new clothes..
i see
the sky is only blue due to ozone and pollutants..
the sun is only bright due to explosions between matter and anti matter
the leaves are green but are lined with blades that cut our hands..
rocks seem harder
love seems meaningless
she has faded
i have faded..
zombifying the life out of so many ..
lifeless.
a world devoid of emotions ..
devoid of colour..
just blank empty faces..
staring at each other..
what point is there?
why live on?
she made me think she was my sun
she gave the perfect green grasses their colour and their shape..
she gave me a hope .. a dream .. a vision..
now shes gone.. and i can see through my transperant new clothes..
i see
the sky is only blue due to ozone and pollutants..
the sun is only bright due to explosions between matter and anti matter
the leaves are green but are lined with blades that cut our hands..
rocks seem harder
love seems meaningless
she has faded
i have faded..
zombifying the life out of so many ..
lifeless.
a world devoid of emotions ..
devoid of colour..
just blank empty faces..
staring at each other..
what point is there?
why live on?
Thursday, June 4, 2009
visual imperfection
i see tall veridian green grasses waving in the breeze,
their dried yellowed endings waving to me in unison
as if fans with torchlights at a concert.
i look upon them , smiling as i try to catch one of the yellow dried up ends.
yet they seem to be untouched by my reach..
i cannot feel the breeze they feel.
i can smell them ..
they are so real yet blocked away from me by a screen
ahhh..
what a marvellous invention to toture all of us as we look at reality flash before our eyes , yet unable to feel it
unable to smell it
unable to kiss it..
this i think slumping back into a cream coloured sofa..
though it is old, and a bit uncomfortable, it is real ........
their dried yellowed endings waving to me in unison
as if fans with torchlights at a concert.
i look upon them , smiling as i try to catch one of the yellow dried up ends.
yet they seem to be untouched by my reach..
i cannot feel the breeze they feel.
i can smell them ..
they are so real yet blocked away from me by a screen
ahhh..
what a marvellous invention to toture all of us as we look at reality flash before our eyes , yet unable to feel it
unable to smell it
unable to kiss it..
this i think slumping back into a cream coloured sofa..
though it is old, and a bit uncomfortable, it is real ........
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
the hermit
there was a hermit i once knew.
he walks alone on these sandy beaches.
he talks to noone..
to him his life revolves around him and that people will come and go,
but for him,
old as time,
he will remain.
he once said this unto me," my life is as fast as a jet, friends are life the engines,
or turbines perhaps, those turbines that spin too slowly and only weigh me down ,will be discarded."
now he drags his shell across the pearly sand beaches.
hoping that as painful as the abrasions may be , that they may wear down the scars of his lost friends.
friends whom betrayed him.
friends of whom have destroyed him from the inside.
he listens to noone , but the sweet whispers of the wind,
guiding him on.
yes, the wind is his friend.
he walks alone on these sandy beaches.
he talks to noone..
to him his life revolves around him and that people will come and go,
but for him,
old as time,
he will remain.
he once said this unto me," my life is as fast as a jet, friends are life the engines,
or turbines perhaps, those turbines that spin too slowly and only weigh me down ,will be discarded."
now he drags his shell across the pearly sand beaches.
hoping that as painful as the abrasions may be , that they may wear down the scars of his lost friends.
friends whom betrayed him.
friends of whom have destroyed him from the inside.
he listens to noone , but the sweet whispers of the wind,
guiding him on.
yes, the wind is his friend.
Monday, June 1, 2009
to my friend
to my friend..
you were my friend..
i cherished you..
adored you..
but now..
you have hurt me time and time again..
you have outlived your purpose..
i do not care for who you are or who you were..
Alpha male lion..
you have thus taken my trophy for the last time.
this time..
i will fight back..
i will bare my claws and expose my canines..
you should avoid me..
for i am but a concentrated mixture of violence wrath and uncontrolled rage..
i will duel with you..
this prize means more to me then anything i own..
i will fight for it ..
to the deaths..
are you willing to risk as much as i am ?
coward!!!
there is no escape for you..
you will pay...
i shall be the one to drag you into the fiery infernoes of the underworld..
let's fight..
this i say ..
as i make an elaborate bow, as my dark black iris turn a bright shade of crimson
you were my friend..
i cherished you..
adored you..
but now..
you have hurt me time and time again..
you have outlived your purpose..
i do not care for who you are or who you were..
Alpha male lion..
you have thus taken my trophy for the last time.
this time..
i will fight back..
i will bare my claws and expose my canines..
you should avoid me..
for i am but a concentrated mixture of violence wrath and uncontrolled rage..
i will duel with you..
this prize means more to me then anything i own..
i will fight for it ..
to the deaths..
are you willing to risk as much as i am ?
coward!!!
there is no escape for you..
you will pay...
i shall be the one to drag you into the fiery infernoes of the underworld..
let's fight..
this i say ..
as i make an elaborate bow, as my dark black iris turn a bright shade of crimson
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