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Monday, August 1, 2005


   Poem and ***t it is.
Ok... poem
A poem I thought I might post and why not I guess. Plus, I made it up a few 30 minutes ago. (^#^


Fear me

In the cold, dark world
where the lights seem to fade away fast
hoping one day I can reach it
for it's my life to do so
But surrounded by all dark minds
I have no choice to run
walking is all I can do.
Hidden in my life
I wish I could escape
I wish I could run
I wish I could do the impossible
These are but my wants.
Do I dare declare my deserves?
So much pain, I can say
So much life I have been touched
So much more I have to do
There are but my choices
I do them for I had not seen them before it's time.
Why do souls die?
Why do blind eyes have to see darkness?
Why do life have to seem so light?
There are but I don't think.
For I have been blinded also
even though it is in front of me.
Run.
Must.
Hear.
For now I have touched only a tip of the light...
What is it?
Nothing. . . the same darkness.
I thought it was a blessing.
A year later
Perfection.
Solution.
No illusion.
These are but the tip
of the light I have touched.
Fear
Saved
Hope
These are but what I cry for.
The darkness dawns on all but
the ligth itself
shall glow and burn all the bad says away.
No more worries.
No more hatred.
No more evil.
These are but the things I wait.
Longing.
Thinking.
Praying.
These are but what I should do
No, I must do more.
It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough
I hate myself


.. . . . .


Trust in the Light

That's all I know 'what' to do.

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