Saturday, November 20, 2010

..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.

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Saturday, November 6, 2010

..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.