Hidden from the light, the path that is to walk.
Hidden in the dark, the path which need be followed.
Yet do we walk in the light, while looking in the dark?
Or do we walk in the dark, knowing that the path is somewhere?


What fools humans are
Pathetic, self serving, blind
Do not pity them

46 Contradictory

If upholding the law were to be strong,
Then to be opressed by it would be weak.

If casuality cannot be accepted,
Then normality is overrated.

The world is unable to be what it should be.
But all it needs be is exist.

Why do humans fight when they can love?
Because they were told to fight to love.

All these contradictions in life is a poetry,
Crafted in order to prove that life is not in equity.

The tale of who had lost two years...

I have experienced pain. Emotional, physical and spiritual. Sometimes I wonder, if I have been abandoned somewhere along the lines of fate. Other times I wonder if it was I who had abandoned all to fate. God is omnipotent and omniscient. And it is said that ones life has all been recorded by God, how it came about, and how it would be played out. So I thought, what if my current situation had also been thought of, and is nothing more than the mere fancy of God who had written my life to be so.
If I were like everybody else, I would be afraid, angry perhaps. And I might even fall into despair.
But I abolished that thought of falling into despair. Because that which knows my fate is not me but God and those that He has chosen to tell. I myself know not of what I would do or of what I would become. So I am not bound by that chain of fate that would tie me down to be what God wants me to be. Even if everything is but part of His great scenario, I would struggle and struggle. I should not be whimpering in the corner but I should be up fighting. Not against fate, not against the will of God. But I should be fighting as a living creature, fighting for what it is I choose to want to become. If I don't do anything, nothing will change. I thought I was enough and that it was enough but I was wrong. Nothing is ever enough. That is why people change and learn new things everyday. That is why creatures evolve. Because they are never enough as they were.

Here I am, fallen from that throne I had built for myself.
Here I am, having been betrayed by my own expectations.
Here I am, at the lowest rung of the ladder of failure.
Here I am, where I had wanted to be a long time ago.
But it is not where I am that matters anymore.
It is where I want to go.
I want to go up, beyond my throne.
I want to go up, without any limitations.
I want to go up, free from expectations.
I want to go up, beyond any measure.
I want to go up, to where I need to be.
I want to go up, to uphold my only responsibility.

And that which will take me there is my pride.
My pride as a living creature on this Earth.
And I would no longer be dependant on anything I cannot control.
Assumptions that has no backing will be dismissed.
Immaterial things that have no meaning will be left alone.

I was there once, on the path to success. But I was alone then. I was afraid, I felt insecure and wanted the support of others. But gaining others made me fall. I failed again and again. My judgment erred again and again. No more I said. Even if I were to be alone, I would succeed. Even if I have to succeed alone, I will make sure I do. Because in the end, I am alone. WIth my past experience, with my new found determination. With my strengthened will and pride, I shall go forth. Back into the venture I had wandered away from.

45 Remembrance

The clouds have already gathered, yet they will never be remembered.

For as the rain drops fall, people only think about the squall.

Lightning flashes illuminating the land, for an instant showing a sinning hand.

Thunder booms across the sky, drowning out yet another desperate cry.

As the sun shines through the clouds, it marks the return of the crowds.

As the water drains into the sea, there was no longer a plea.

Though the sun may be bright,

Though the roads may have dried.

There will be those that remember the plight,

There are traces of blood that have dried.

Scars can be hidden, pain cannot be seen.

Memories can be forgotten, thrown away memories of sin.

Forgetting is not forgiving.

Forgiving is not forgetting.

This matter between humans will be interfered,

As exist records and those that remembered.

There will always be a remembrance,

of all deeds and sins.

And none can escape,

for none has the strength.

44 Reminder

Pitiful, foolish, prideless.
They never fail to forget.
There is no one who remembers to remind them.
For they tread the path of ignorance, not intelligence.

43 Troubled

Lost in the twilight,

Hidden from the moonlight.

There is something I seek,

But the prospects look bleak.

A place where I would not seek,

A name that I would not speak

Just like the oceans rumble,

My hands can't help but to tremble.

The sun, its rays light up the sky.

Birds, with their wings up high they fly.

My path is not unhindered,

I am not calm nor collected

Time marked its own beginning,

Time marks its own ending.

I made and crafted an end

Whose begin never began.

I may have searched for it.

i may have yearned for it.

I may or may not have deserved it,

Common sense deprived me of all of it.

42 Possibilities

Thoughtless, inconsiderate, irate, irritating, naive, and plenty other words that can describe that person. Yet to say nothing is the correct answer. To not do anything is the correct answer. To not show anything is the correct answer...

Being in service is tough. Never let anyone else tell you otherwise.

There are many people out there who see,

There are fewer out there who know.

With rising tempers their rational minds flee.

Without doubt they think they know.

Anger is a natural feeling.

It sometimes lead to grieving.

Yet there are those who don't hold it in.

At those times they can only sin,

So a message I must convey.

Its something you've heard in the past someday.

Patience is a virtue.

More so if you're service crew.

Watch out for your feelings, watch out for your emotions.

Don't throw them unto others just because you don't know them.

Don't let it run wild just because you know you're free from fault.

I have a kind heart but a black soul.

I may be nice but I'm forever cold.

You can never know my thoughts or my feelings.

You can't read my minds, can't hear the cursings.

As long as you're alive you have the possibility.

To change your heart and rid yourself of that disability.

The possibility that comes with being alive.

Can be used with the proper determination and drive.

But it seems that most are not aware of it. And some others incapable of seeing it. Then perhaps, that possibility should just be taken away from them. Those who deny those possibilities. Those that refute them.