RAMBLINGS
An all too ordinary story, with aftertaste so bitter
Forced to be someone I don't want to be
I'm losing myself... sinking deeper down
I'm caught in the world wound web
Saturday, April 28, 2007
its true isint it?good guys finsh last..
bt think bout it..
thts where evil men are born
when all thats left is misery cast upon bt the evil that men do
that is when good men are reduced to manipulators of destinies
when the were all bt down and out..
the pick themselves out
the 'wonder of life is to apriciate what comes by'
cliche isint it
wHat do we WanT?
QUESTIONS?
why we arent able to reap it..
true efforts are scapegoats..
bt think bout it
workin dat hard..
wE are mANIPULATED
doin what savours us..or isit?
that is when we look upon evil men we realise..
THey got WAD THEY want..
but..
the world cant accept it..
its morally wrong they say..have it their way..
bt wen we die..
do we rise?legacy..
how r u leving it?wen u didnt do or achieve wad u wanted..
cliched..wad a dream..dat will never come
unless we lie to ourselves..
evill..wad is evil?wen all dremaers are doing is tryin to achieve their goal
Another Ordinary Story at 9:30 AM;
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
As i plunge the shovel deep in the mud the thunder in the clouds flashed forth in the darkest nights of gloom pespiration veils me in a thick coat of humid even though it was cold
iwasnt shivering against the surrounding but the contents that lay deep inside this tomb im excavating
years of building it fortiying the bond.yet all thats left is now this hallowed grave
that lay before me
memories flood back after even so long it still can kill
all those exubreance is now layin before me under the acacia tree
finally..
ive reched its crevice.and in the darkness i tap upon my lamp
there she lay so beatiful so intact.i break down in sorrow
all the emotions clash but one thing remined constant
and that is the obstinace..
but how could u force someone to not love
and to let go he refused he knelt on the mud as he reached for her
as the pendant lies in his wriggly hands acaicas surround him
and for that moment he felt joy that he always awaited
and glanced he did at the potrait of him and her..
and he realises she has moved on..
dead she wasnt..
happy she was with a new partner
fo its him that chose to bury his past
as so his pain be relieved of the unberable truth that he failed..
but what about her?
he didint blame for after all those while..
after years he found that excavting it now
made him realize the pain that only grows each moment
as the acaicas litter his surrounding..he remnicises..
Happy valentines..
Another Ordinary Story at 9:12 PM;
