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.

41 Knowledgable

Some talk as if they understand,

Some talk as if they know.

But those that can really comprehend,

Their knowledge they never show.

Looks like once again I was right

I would never take part in the fight

Looks like I won the gamble,

So there isn't anything to grumble.

Yet why do I feel such emotions

Why am I such a flawed creation

Even though I know my strengths,

I refuse to acknowledge them.

Even though I know my weaknesses,

I persist using them.

I hate to lose,

But I don't really care for winning.

In the end I'm just indecisive.

I'm accustomed to that feeling.

I thought I found a reason,

I thought I had a motivation.

In the end I couldn't hold on to it.

I just backed into my retreat.

I need a new purpose, a new objective.

A new close, a reason to live.

Like a bird in the sky flying free,

I need a need to be happy.

There isn't anything else left for me.

Except for that mundane routine.

Doing nothing for the world I see.

Watching others commit nothing but sin.

I guess I'm tired,

Or just grown old.

See how easily I am satisfied,

Yet I want to try to be bold.

Perhaps it is the curse of my name.

To be satisfied, content.

To me everything has become the same.

Nothing much to lament.

Sadness

Temporal.
Why is everything so?
Why is everything temporary?
Why is there not something which can be permanent?
I did say those words.
Uttered that prayer.
Granted in a way I couldn't imagine.
A mere temporary cure.
Why is it that so?
Do you smite them so much?
I cannot do anything, I admitted that.
My words are no longer enough.
My words were never good enough.
But this temporary relief,
May be much more painful later on.
Like taking painkillers.
It erases the pain momentarily,
And when it comes back,
It is devastating.
I am sad.
Yet I am thankful.
Yet still sorrow envelopes me.
The truth still evades me.
For I am not that which is all knowing.
I am not that which is almighty.
I know only what was taught to me.
I am sad. For what I know is not enough.
Truly though, I am grateful.
But this bitterness isn't going to disappear...