Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Bitter Taste
One bitter taste clandestine to the naive.
One bitter taste to trap the gullible.
One bitter taste to feed the proud.
One bitter taste to scar the weak.
One bitter taste to deceive the clever.
One bitter taste to weight the burden.
One bitter taste to shatter the broken.
One bitter taste to mock the worthless.
One bitter taste to engrave the future.
One bitter taste to jinx the cursed.
One bitter taste to mute the sweet.
One bitter after taste to poison the love.
One sweet aftermath to cure the above.
One bitter taste to trap the gullible.
One bitter taste to feed the proud.
One bitter taste to scar the weak.
One bitter taste to deceive the clever.
One bitter taste to weight the burden.
One bitter taste to shatter the broken.
One bitter taste to mock the worthless.
One bitter taste to engrave the future.
One bitter taste to jinx the cursed.
One bitter taste to mute the sweet.
One bitter after taste to poison the love.
One sweet aftermath to cure the above.
Trust me that your tacent tongue tells the tales
Of the despair
you wish I would wear.
You fabulist,
your false
fables
fail.
You kinchin
I kermerade,
“I care”
This candescent case of canter you create
There’s no
sanative,
we have to
sejugate
You matted the map we had made and
will miss
“Thank you for showing me what life really is”
Of the despair
you wish I would wear.
You fabulist,
your false
fables
fail.
You kinchin
I kermerade,
“I care”
This candescent case of canter you create
There’s no
sanative,
we have to
sejugate
You matted the map we had made and
will miss
“Thank you for showing me what life really is”
Divide
The Fragrance of your poison is sweet
Your heart is scattered
Divide.
Your fingers un-gloved by the helpless love
As your life unfolds to the mistreated
defeat
The doors miss your quiet escape
The silent street
Beauty doesn’t lie, your features are fake.
Moonlights own path covered your
fight
But my dear your still here
Vengeance is mine
The silent scream from your scattered he art did divide.
Your heart is scattered
Divide.
Your fingers un-gloved by the helpless love
As your life unfolds to the mistreated
defeat
The doors miss your quiet escape
The silent street
Beauty doesn’t lie, your features are fake.
Moonlights own path covered your
fight
But my dear your still here
Vengeance is mine
The silent scream from your scattered he art did divide.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Dear Superman
Dear Superman,
I miss you when your presence is absent because of your duty. However I sit here, awaiting your return. I am looking forward to seeing you when you fly through that door. The same proud smile you always wear after a days work, however I have noticed recently that the smile has been forced due to the so many tragic events you have been witnessing every day. You fly high, though you are incredibly weighted down…
You asked me to tie your cape, this I attempted without question. It’s something you could easily do yourself but I wanted to tie it as a symbol of support. It was so difficult to weave the fabric into a knot when I knew as soon as it was tightened, faster then a speeding bullet,
You would be gone…
But for the sacrafice of others around you, I cannot be selfish. So I pray your life is protected as you fly, I pray you are not gone long, I pray you return in the health you left, but I know there will never be a way to escape the tragedy and sins of this world.
I have something I must tell you. You are only one Man. Even you cannot be everyones hero, though you try. Your God given abilities were not given to save us all, that has already been done. Don’t lose your sight. It worries me to see you in such pain.
I Urge you, Turn to God. He will guide you in your heroics of your day. Your goal must be focused on fulfilling the purpose that God gives you each day, in His name.
Don’t let this world be your kryptonite.
Isaiah 40: 28-31:
Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
Soar like an eagle, love, Trust in Him and find your strength. Run and never tire.
With all my love,
Your Girl
Ps. Batman called, he said you stool robins tights…this has be concerned for a number of reasons, but we will talk about that when you get here…
I miss you when your presence is absent because of your duty. However I sit here, awaiting your return. I am looking forward to seeing you when you fly through that door. The same proud smile you always wear after a days work, however I have noticed recently that the smile has been forced due to the so many tragic events you have been witnessing every day. You fly high, though you are incredibly weighted down…
You asked me to tie your cape, this I attempted without question. It’s something you could easily do yourself but I wanted to tie it as a symbol of support. It was so difficult to weave the fabric into a knot when I knew as soon as it was tightened, faster then a speeding bullet,
You would be gone…
But for the sacrafice of others around you, I cannot be selfish. So I pray your life is protected as you fly, I pray you are not gone long, I pray you return in the health you left, but I know there will never be a way to escape the tragedy and sins of this world.
I have something I must tell you. You are only one Man. Even you cannot be everyones hero, though you try. Your God given abilities were not given to save us all, that has already been done. Don’t lose your sight. It worries me to see you in such pain.
I Urge you, Turn to God. He will guide you in your heroics of your day. Your goal must be focused on fulfilling the purpose that God gives you each day, in His name.
Don’t let this world be your kryptonite.
Isaiah 40: 28-31:
Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
Soar like an eagle, love, Trust in Him and find your strength. Run and never tire.
With all my love,
Your Girl
Ps. Batman called, he said you stool robins tights…this has be concerned for a number of reasons, but we will talk about that when you get here…
babble
It's been awhile since i posted anything. This wont be a piece of writing. just my thoughts and day. so keep reading if your interested, but don't expect anything organized.
I went apple picking today, but i use this term quietly because all the apples were gone and we ended up at the corn maze. It was a little like belvedeer plantation...like its little brother, or like alex put it "Its retarded cousin"
I left early and am about to leave to have dinner with my grandfather. He is probably my favorite person in the world =] and im excited. But i havent done school today and might be pulling a all nighter...i need to get organized...
I really need to clean my room...
I went apple picking today, but i use this term quietly because all the apples were gone and we ended up at the corn maze. It was a little like belvedeer plantation...like its little brother, or like alex put it "Its retarded cousin"
I left early and am about to leave to have dinner with my grandfather. He is probably my favorite person in the world =] and im excited. But i havent done school today and might be pulling a all nighter...i need to get organized...
I really need to clean my room...
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