Chivalry; tho most would deem it dead,
Camaraderie; is what should be instead.
A guardian of love & fervor may seem quite flattering,
But feelings & favor are what keeps it coming,
But a guardian of trust n honor would truly be a blessing,
For all the good & evil won’t halt it becoming.
T’was once a heart made of gold,
Kind & gentle; as vast as the world,
But then decadence ensued,
Of its moral pursuit,
& thus ‘came a poignant ol’ soul.
It does not hope one to understand,
Or even lend it a relieving hand,
For its true visage,
Is not a façade,
What it needs is simply a friend.
~:*:~
If one of two evils you were forced to take,
Which of the choices would you then make,
Would you endure the lesser one,
Or enjoy which you haven’t done,
Or perish rather than becoming a fake.
The flight of a sparrow,
The plight of sorrow,
The light of tomorrow,
These are the things that make me wonder.
The red love unrequited,
The white dove unheeded,
The black glove fitted,
These are the things that make me plunder.
To smell a smell that you remember,
To wake up to fervent laughter,
A piece of candy shared together,
These are the things that fill me with ardor.
for all & nothing turns life asunder
i thought i was lost. i thought i was weak and crumbling.
But then all around me i saw that people & their bonds crumble, as do their emotions. And i’m sure that some people are in a lot more pain.
i too feel, as we all do. But believe me when i say that i can understand better then most.
Gone was our roar, seemingly never to surface again.
It will serve us well to remember that we are never alone, unless we choose to be.
We are never given more than what we are capable of receiving. Only sometimes i pray so hard that all this would just go away, that i may be left in peace, that i would be capable feeling the same way as this facade i’m putting on.
It is not easy.
Time & a lot of love; from those that hold you dear, & and those whose ties are true, will give us the courage and strength to trudge on. These are the ones that will let us see the path we must take. They can’t help us pick, what more choose for us the way we must take. And when we take the path, we must follow it, eventhough it may seem like the biggest mistake of our life at the time.
Then maybe one day we will find that the timid kitten would be no more and we shall return strutting our stuff,
pacing the world with more pride and fierceness then we ever knew we had before.
We shall then once again find our roar.
The wounds may heal. Even the scars might be lost & forgotten, washed away by the rigours of life.
But the stains will always remain. This is what life is all about.
To paint the whiteness of which we were born, by ours or others’ hands, with the colors which will shape the picture of our souls. i may have colors which others (and even myself) deem bad, dangerous and even evil, but i believe that all things must have it balance. My ‘black’ side is what makes me more open and flexible, and strengthens my ‘white’ side.
There can be no light without darkness. There can be no embracing warmth without the bitter cold.
And so there must be suffering and pain for there to be joy and bliss.
And when we learn of life, we shall learn to whisper our roars.
~for lil’ lucy shining in the sky, the muse for this one.~
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If love is a bird would you let it fly free,
Will you let it be heard or cage it for your vanity.
If love is a bitch will you still remain its keeper,
Or leave it in the ditch and hope you’ll find another.
If love is a flower will you let it bloom and wane,
Or preserve it forever never to smell it again.
~:*:~
If love is though will it still be your virtue,
Will you feel you’ve had enough or will you still hold it true.
If love is cruel can you still be kind,
If love’s a rule will you step out of line.
~:*:~
If love is a bird would you let it fly free,
Or is love just a word defined by a dictionary.
If love can burn & scathe will you still give it your all,
Will you remain its slave or give up at everytime you fall.
If love is a flower will you let it bloom and wane,
Or will you persevere that it’ll not wilt in vain.
~:*:~
If love is cruel can you still be kind,
If love’s the rule will you ever cross the line.
If love was true what will I say?
I’d say I love you and together we shall stay.
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