-Tagore
Sorry, just lost it. Gone with the wind, I'll try finding it back, Till then.
 -Tagore Sorry, just lost it. Gone with the wind, I'll try finding it back, Till then. Saturday, November 07, 2009 Sotto la pigoggia zam danzava una volta: "Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky. I hear the voice of their wings. " -Tagore whoso pulleth the sword hath fault not within his stars, but in himself doth fault lie. as i walk bestowed with forgiveness, in turn forgiveness i ought give. forgiveness ought be joy. mark this as my oath. use it as your shield. for i have found greater blessings great enough it becomes a will to discard all the anger. well. at least i'm not shakespearing today. yeah, i mean it. Sullo Alto Trono! {9:15:00 PM} So life, so grasp.
Thursday, October 01, 2009 Sotto la pigoggia zam danzava una volta: So stop trying to see through my prev post. and stop trying to ask me if you can rip it. well, you can rip it. ** SO LIFE, SO GRASP. 01 OCT 09 well I realised that there are things in this world where, you'd just lose it if you let go. and you know you would, a moment of folly, a moment of confusion, or perhaps it wasn't even your say to give it up or not. but they'll just fly away, not in the wind or carried away by breezes, they'll just vanish out of your original firm grasp. and you catch them no more. so when everything's just but memories, you turn desperate to hold onto them. cause memories, memories.. they do fly faster than what you've given up. memories could fade in a day or two, and you won't even remember you lost it, you just lose it. it's like a disease, that's why one truly exists. it happens. you've been through it. and maybe you've forgotten it, but i won't allow it. Life, it's too precious to forget, it's a one-shot deal, every single step you make determines your mood on your death-bed. would you look back and smile at the greater times, or sigh and think it all but a brimful of sinfulness. that's why life's worth remembering, even more the things that make you regret, should you remember, for these things will prick you, these things will remind you. yet is it your choice of remembrance? there are many i let go, many i failed to grasp, many went with the wind, others just vanished in mishap. the strong desire to bring it back, fades not even once ever. burning ever so brightly and sometimes you just regret. because this is not a poem, this is not a prose. this is not an inspiration, this is not a rant, this is not a memory, this is not a hope, for this, what's this? yet all I fail to know. ** I was just over msn, and it hit me. if you break something, lost something, let go something it'd really be over. where do they go, what do they do? dont wanna just die like this, die as an unaccomplished convict. of childhood folly. of fun and greed. where do they go what do they do. what if you fail to keep up. because the bar in the 21st century is sky high as compared to even a decade ago. and you slip down then your dream, your life, everything you ever wanted. no, the ONLY thing you ever wanted. where do you go? "you might be hungry in life, but there's definitely hungrier people." these people will have the determination so where do you go? Stepping back in assurance of inheritance is such a inviting idea. but how long would it take, and how much inheritance would carry you? what if you don't get your dream? well, life will end there and then. ** Two different things i'm pondering. you might say i know how to think this way and therefore I'm sane, i'm sensible. Look at it the other way, maybe this is the kinda of thing that many would think now a days. This is how people feel the heat, this is how people strive on. No. That's wrong. This is actually how people lose hope, how people fail to understand and therefore get frustrated. This is actually how people start giving up their dreams, because things you can't get, you rather not want it. Because these people would rather fall back into the welcoming idea of a carefree life instead. Because these people want it simple, they want it pure and joyous. Yet a joyous, simple, carefree life has it's own price to pay. it's children's day. yet i know children now a days are so much more mature than you think. it's children's day. yet many children in the world are forced to grow up so fast. A joyous, simple, carefree life, has it's own price to pay. Happy Children's Day, so yeah. Sullo Alto Trono! {4:40:00 PM} All the world's a big masquerade
Friday, September 18, 2009 Sotto la pigoggia zam danzava una volta:  WALK MY STEPS, TELL MY TALE. Time flies, time crawls.otherwise known as THE WORLD'S A MASQUERADE. Odelle's Haalima, Poster Blends #267. Got a diamond for it :) and I lost all thrill. Life's losing its glamour. because it's effort-consuming well others could do it in a breeze. but you're not them and they're not you. this is the type of world where your heart can be black before you even learn how to spell the colour. this is the type of world filled with false appearances and people value hypocrites because they hide so well. Shakespeare said 'All the world's a stage," no. this world's but a big masquerade. bottom line, you know this world speaks only one phrase. "every man for himself." and you know if what a liar you are should you deny. life, you know can never be fully pleasant, your life, you know will be pulled down by others. my life, you think you understand. but what is it you do? and how much it is you don't. so even people who arent linked to you by blood 'd screw their lives, and then screw yours. what would you do? why, smile on it, and then walk pass, dreaming that one way you'll meet again, with you better off then the most perfect revenge. yet revenge's only for a child, revenge's lowdown and lowdown's them. 'empathy' is a fraud. that's a fact you can't empathize unless you've read that person's book used that person's house ate that person's food performed that person's moves, thought that person's thoughts, walked that person's path lived that person's life. he can't empathize her, she can't empathize him. they can't empathize us, we can't empathize them. you can't empathize me, I can't empathize you. why, it's all the same. because it's obvious you're reading this for a reason, because this is food for thought. because no one's irreplacable. because there are fearless cunning hearts. cause we're not pure, cause we're not nice, cause in our hearts there's always space for only one person that person being ourselves. You see how small our hearts are, there's no place for anyone else in this world You see how the world shrinks, the term 'heart' is only used in literature as a fantasy. the only function of our heart is to keep us breathing, to keep us reading, to keep us moving, to keep us eating, to keep us thinking, to keep us living. Your heart is black, so is mine, so is everyone else, you know it. So now we've reached the end, you may close the browser and never speak of it again. for when you feel inspired, it'd never lasts long, for when your conscience prick you, your thoughts will put it off, for when you say you'll change, it's just lip service. for when you say you agree with me, you will definitely back out, for when you beg to differ, you'll slowly start to comprehend for when you say you live up to your conscience, then this is what I say, Don't use your conscience to prove you're a saint, conscience's only the most powerful word for culprits to right their shame. _____________________________________________________________ so many thing's been happening, I changed my phone, and took a rank, did a few graphics, did many icons, still the dream to own a site. Got Amath off the deathzone, trying to keep it out. wrote a poem or two. and thought philosophies out of the blue. Sullo Alto Trono! {5:45:00 PM} PROFILE 
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