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The gift of the soul

That what would we
consider to be the best gift,
the purest heart is

Without a pure heart
the soul is an empty void
soon, lost dreams prevail

Shadows of a dream
malignant that lingers
living a cursed life

Never dare to hope
desires that scorn the self
have you no pride left?

Why struggle-
for is it not contempt
that awaits you?

It’s human nature
to become wise later -
sad, but it’s the truth

How we all hide now
too scared to face the truth
destruction awaits us

Isn’t mortality our most powerful raison d’etre?
It’s a thought that most will surely shook with fright -
the thought of death itself!
We wound up so tight though it’s inevitable
death comes to us all.
We’ll never know whether we’ll go out with a roar
most will wish it is,
or barely with a whimper as most will do-
just don’t dwell on it.
When it all does ends only our deed remains
all the good and bad.
So shouldn’t we leave a happy memories to
those left behind
instead of just the lugubriousness
that comes after?
The days we lived and loved and laughed and cried
… please, cherish it all.

oh to live in anime land
that is the imaginary life I planned
something I truly understand
which is a life really so grand

that imaginary life I have in mind
is the thing that help me unwind
so maybe its not really something so refined
but to me it is the most wonderful kind

I’ve long been a moe addict
it’s not something I can easily kicked
but please don’t treat me like a convict
cause its not really a bad afflict

Go on
confront your fear

may it be fear of the unknown
or fear of the inevitability
or maybe
it just
fear of life itself
don’t ever be afraid.

Our life is
a neverending journey
go on
face it
continue your journey
don’t ever be afraid.
The path of your life is
not straight
it is a path
full of obstacles
it is a path
that will always
fork
at the most crucial of time.
Don’t be afraid
to choose your
way
whichever way it is
don’t be afraid
to tread
though you’ll never now
wherever it might
lead…
don’t ever be afraid.

This journey
that we’re all taking
is one that has no end,
we all starts with hesitation
and fear
always striving forwards
believing in the future,
just as the world keep spinning on
around the sun
unceasingly,
just as the leaves
that detaches from the tree
will always falls down to the earth,
fly high then
higher than clouds
higher than the birds
over the blue yonder
right up to the black
emptiness of
space,
fly high then
strive for the light
never be afraid to fall
never wonder where you’re headed to
you’ll know when you get there,
never wonder where you’re going to land
for wherever it is
your feet will always touch
terra firma,
and when you do get there
cry out
but not from sorrow
cry out
in happiness
for though your journey might not end yet
you have move forward,
don’t look back
for it might hold you back
don’t hold back
for it might drag you down,
go on
finish the journey
for this journey
is the journey of your life…

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm….. I’m Back….. again.

Well, for what that has happened to me during my MIA, that would have to wait for the next post. Now I’m just trying to get the site up and running again. regular reader (if there’s still any…. ) would notice that I’ve reverted back to my old black-grey layout. this is because the new (old now I guess… he he) greeen layout just refused to cooperate with the new Wordpress 2.5 engine. Also, I’ve missing some of my moe images, and for some reason that still eluded me, wp just won’t show them. Guess that’s my punishment for neglecting wp for so long ….

I am not feeling so good. Guess my flu still haven’t abated fully. So, here’s a haiku to show what is it I’m going through now:

My migraine came back
The head banging from all sides
I sat morosely.

This week Sunday Scribblings prompt
A post about writings
Hmmm… what do I write now?

Well, certainly I’m not going to write about my headache….
I guess writing poetry is in my blood. So here’s a short poem of what it really meant to me:

Children are like sponges. They absorbs everything they’re exposed to. As a parent to a 6 years old active son, I’m quite aware that my son is at that very impressionable age. What he sees, he mimics. What he mimics, he retains. Heck, he’s even better than me on the PS now.

This natural learning process is apparent in all children. This is the start of their IQ buildings. But being children, they’ll only want to learn stuffs that they’ll be interested in. When they love to learn, they’ll learn, or the opposite will definitely happens.

Zam Zam Alakazam!

A genie King, strong and proud, and scary too
A genie Princess, beautiful beyond description
Both came to me last night,
From the Land of Faraway, wearing pointy-toed shoes.

Now you may ask, what’s up with this two Genie
Out of nowhere, appearing in my bedroom in the middle of the night?
It seems they’ve escaped from their evil master
A person so evil, he’s such a Grouch and a Meany.

Flying away on their Magical Flying Carpet
They’ll come and visit everybody, to ward off all evil
Granting every wish, all hoi polloi
All this to put behind a past they wish to forget.