..bittersweet need.

Strands from the same piece of cloth are similar.
What if one wishes for a piece of cloth with dissimilar texture?
Can it be done?
Is it too much for man to accept diversity within the same piece?

Enlarge the view of the concept; can man accept one another for being different from oneself?
If our bodies did not reflect light and the colour of the skin didn't show..how different would one be from one another?

Maybe it is too much to ask for, one might just stick to the fabricated cloth the tailor offers..or make his own.

..master's call to clouds.

On the march towards life, one sought to be the best one can.

Making use of the proper values of morality learned, either through self-tutoring or via guidance, the results of such acts proved questionable in one's mind.

Sharing, did not always yield the satisfaction of seeing others happy; especially when the items shared ended up destroyed, damaged or lost.

Understanding, situations involved having to agree with opinions even though one did not share the same theories..just for the sake of showing compassion.

Respect, too much of it was given, not much was given back in return.

Discipline, mostly attributed to one's self had repercussions later, when inducing on others guilt followed.

Honesty, like a flower's life; was blooming in the beginning..ended up dead and broken.

Responsibility, accepted when success was sure; denied when failure was seen.

Love, a taste which proved to be more sour than one expected, so that drink was also never ordered again.

..strains of mist.

Go back in time,
Go back in time,
To that point in line.

Certain moments speaking truth,
Others leaning far from truth,
Yet all in all one is left mute.

The kindling flame within the brain,
Capable of leaving one insane,
Oh how one longs for that mane.

The fog clears itself to reveal,
The focused image of such appeal,
That one does not wish to stay under the heel.

..of red and skin.

There she was in the perfect dress.
And one saw her in all her glory.
Never saw her before, but knew she was the one..or so one felt.

The first step was to engage conversation with, and that one did with ease.
Alas one could not hold back, grabbed her hand to caress and respond well she did.
A smile like no other appeared on her face, and grin like a merry boy one also did.

The cheeks just happened to have met, the lips followed.
Happiness in the most silent form had happened.
Happiness within the mind, for then the eyes opened up and what one saw was the ceiling..for it was but a dream.

One knew then, how it had to happen but one did not know whence.

..transfered, not lost.

The senses are precise according to how the body treats them.

One cannot hope to be good at something dedication cannot be found for in the pure heart.

Silence can help motivate and teach those that listen to it.

Motion is exciting to those that embrace the wind along their body.

Explosions colour the lives of those that use their eyes well.

The salt in the air give life to the taste buds of those that respect themselves.


They say fire is a bad master, but it has been the heart of this planet for millions of years.
I am the servant of this land, knight me for a just cause.

..clattering of the sinewaves.

The broken pieces laid there for a thousands years on since gravity attracted them closer to it; when they were still one.

They did not lead a happy life before those years.
One can say they started living exactly when it got freed from itself.

Being born is not accurate, because life is best described by gazing at a blossoming flower at dusk when the light touches its veins.

The beginning of the end happened in 824th of a second.

No one dared moved the broken pieces, since they seemed so much happier in a state of destruction than unity.

This only works on bodies that fall, and are stopped by the hardened ground below them.
Will you stay broken?

..the beings without.

Redirecting, another word for avoiding your request.
Once found, it may again not be the best.

One would hope for the best for it is optimum.
What of the best of the worst?
Will that be enough for one?

The deserted road onwards to freedom has so many warning signs that the illiterate are afraid of it.
The crown has fallen, there is shall remain until the time has come.

..the key does not match.

The window is open for the time is now.
A rhythm in the distance to remind one of the mission.
The journey is long and unsure.

Not sure of what to find.
Not being able to ask and find out of what lies ahead.
Bleeding will not stop unless aided.

Same happens in life.
For in death, no one can tell of its tales.
It is something all beings must pass from but no one lives after experiencing death.

The knife falls and anchors its blade into the ground, it is now one with the earth.
One finds peace when the lock is opened and whatever lies inside is accepted.
But alas, the key is of wrong build..could it be that this lock is not one's own?

..the time before.

To realise one is alone in the world he used to live int,
When seeing that the one man of the same kin is himself,
Fear takes over by nature.

The handyman picks up his tools and works till satisfied,
The mechanic fixes machinery for optimum efficiency,
The carpenter builds a chair to sit upon,
The musician grabs an instrument and plays till his body aches.

A chance to be heard and noted for what one is,
Is something worth fighting for,
When all is dead, live on faith.

Quando omni flunkus, moritati.

..three lines, a circle and an oval.

Every species has its own time after birth, to learn from its surroundings.
Some stick to their parental guardian to learn directly from them.
Other creatures are on their own the moment they hatch, sometimes not even seeing their own parents.

This all comes down to how strong the creature is, how good its defensive mechanisms are.
The human estimates a good 20 years to be able to fend for itself, compares to other creatures..that is very weak.
Yet some consider themselves an example of a deity, if this is true, then it must be one weak deity.

Dependent on so much stuff, one cannot overlook the fact that the human race rose to power by adjusting to situations presented and making do with what is available at hand.
Lords of destruction, masters of deception, kings of all lies, and ministers of death.

Better buckle up for impact, duty calls.

..the amnesiac self.

It happened a while ago.
He can't remember what he was doing, who he was talking to.
He opened his eyes and the darkness took a while to fade into the light.
Dizziness followed and soon after he was was on the floor again, face eating the floor.

A drunk state of mind, so poisonous.
Red eyes, heavy breathing, pale skin..seemed almost undead but also not alive.
Opened his mouth, but a cloud of dust just flew out.
Terrible fate for a man.

Because of being able to live again from that condition, he named himself jesus.
Not because he thought he was the son of some god.
But he rather believed that he was going to die for something important and failed, than being sick.

He now walks the streets, if you see him, do not laugh.
Do not ignore.
Just be.

..harmony of the lesser evils.

Seeking that which is not easy to achieve,
That which is not easy to keep,
That which is hard to forget,
Peace and tranquility free from disturbances.

A thousand time winner,
A thousand time loser,
Zero is the outcome,
Of so many tries.

Staying true to the cause,
Whatever drives our soul to the edge and back,
And them happy tunes when we succeed,
Why is it that the happiest stuff are free but the hardest?