Monday, April 25, 2005

Work Work Work
Again I have a lot of work to do within the next few weeks. And I am slowly getting through it...slowly.
I've almost finished the first part of my project in Computing, which is good, just have one last bit left, should take me about half hour.
Although I should be doing it right now, I will leave a poem that I have written. I have a lot, so it will take about a month to get them all on...that is the ones I have now.
Also, I will leave a link to my story, which is too long to put on here...

Endless Road

Searching for that treasure, that meaning to life,
The one thing that drives you to the limits.
The limits are endless, though bounded by ropes.
Those ropes have to be cut. Your life is the knife.
What you do, makes it sharper. The sharper the freer.
But what is after that rope? Another, waiting along that
Endless road.

It waits for you, to come along sprinting to your goal.
A goal that exists only for you. But can you reach it?
The road is endless. The limits are endless.
Does it really matter that you can’t reach it,
No matter on your life. You cut a rope,
And more await you along that
Endless road.

The end is near, but have you done enough to pass those gates?
The gates they say await the good. But how do you open them,
If the road never ends? That road is endless, and endless is
The path to heaven, to happiness. A place where you can rest.
Where you can forget your ropes and move on,
When you did your best to cut those ropes along that
Endless road.

The Link To My Story:

Conspiracy Theory
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Sunday, April 24, 2005

Another Day...
Again another day passes, and things just come straight at you. Work and play seem to mix and you get no time for yourself. I have exams coming soon, and if I want to get my target grades I need to work hard. However, I have done no such thing today. Never mind, I'm sure I'll do some tomorrow...

Well, since I have little to say today, I'll leave you with another poem from my collection...Enjoy!

My Paradise

For many years during my life I have searched,
Searched for the place they call Paradise.
Across the many deserts, plains and seas,
Yet still I don't find it, where they say it lies.

I follow the signs on the wall, pointing all over.
They lead you through ruins and old towns,
Places that are no longer worth anything.
How is it that they believe Paradise exists?

No matter how hard I try, or where I go,
I am no closer to Paradise than I am to home.
I begin to wonder why I started the journey,
Why I spent most of my life searching for it.

But now I see what it is they are looking for.
A place, where they can roam free from the world,
A place of happiness, of an eternal dream come true,
The place they have been searching for all this time.

And it lies not in this world, but in another.
A world that is yours; your inner feelings.
That is Paradise, or at least it would be mine.
A world for me, where an eternal peace is kept.
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