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The Coach of Life

Although her load is sometimes heavy,
The coach moves at an easy pace;
The dashing driver, gray-haired time
Drives on, secure upon his box.

At dawn we gaily climb aboard her
We're ready for a crazy ride,
And scorning laziness and languor, A
We shout: "Get on, there! Don't delay!'

But midday finds our courage wane,
We're shaken now: and at this hour
Both hills and dales inspire dread.
We shout: "Hold on, drive slower, fool!"

The coach drives on just as before;
By eve we are used to it,
And doze as we attain our inn.
While Time just drives the horses on.
 
~Anon

Confined Love

 Some man unworthy to be possessor
Of old or new love, himself being false or weak,
Thought his pain and shame would be lesser
If on womankind he might his anger wreak,
And thence a law did grow,
One might but one man know;
But are other creatures so?

Are Sun, Moon, or Stars by law forbidden
To smile where they list, or lend away their light?
Are birds divorced, or are they chidden
If they leave their mate, or lie abroad a-night?
Beasts do no jointures lose
Though they new lovers choose,
But we are made worse than those.

Who e'er rigged fair ship to lie in harbours
And not to seek new lands, or not to deal withal?
Or built fair houses, set trees, and arbors,
Only to lock up, or else to let them fall?
Good is not good unless
A thousand it possess,
But dost waste with greediness.

John Donne

Vision

 

I am halted by the stare of a pair of eyes,

Trying to realize…..TRUTH

But unless those eyes realize,

That their visions are distorted by the biasness of opinion and remove that darkening shroud,

Those eyes…..would never be able to genuinely visualize…TRUTH

 

 

They would only see what that opinionated shroud permits,

And those eyes would never be hit,

By that revealing light!!

Yes!! That glorious light which would truly empower those eyes,

To genuinely visualize….TRUTH.

Oh that light!! Which shines through the perception of class,

Of colour, of creed, of money, of horrendous actions done in the past

 

But alas, unless those eyes….. realize,

That their visions are distorted by the biasness of opinion and remove that darkening shroud,

Those eyes…..would never be able to genuinely visualize…TRUTH

 

 

And when they peruse me from head to toe,

Those eyes would never get to know,

That I’m a man, who disallows myself to throw,

In the towel, and subject myself to popular opinion,

That a poor black man…who was without a plan,

And forced to lead a life of crime can now understand,

What it is that is right…and that past life,

Which he regrets, he now neglects

 

All because those eyes never realized,

That their visions are distorted by the biasness of opinion and remove that darkening shroud,

Those eyes…..would never be able to genuinely visualize…TRUTH

 

 

That cursed shroud shadows the glorious light,

Thus….the eyes never see the fight,

That I fought to provide every day and night, meals for my family,

That I was a man who bore the lambasting of a guilty conscience and as a result cried,

That I was a man who tried, his uttermost best to abide,

By the ordinances of society, but unfortunately,

Was only subject to the scrutiny ….

 

Of other pairs of eyes that failed to realize,

That their visions were distorted by the biasness of opinion and they did not remove that darkening shroud,

Hence, those eyes…..were unable to genuinely visualize…TRUTH

 

 

Nonetheless I continue on my way to be halted no more,

By those prejudiced eyes, for I know that inevitably, they would become sore,

By the brightness of that unveiled by that glorious light,

As REAL TRUTH overcomes all; the shroud always will fade away and cease to be,

It would be then that those eyes would no longer be illusioned; they would be able to really see!!

And it would only be then…..

 

that those eyes would realize,

That their visions were distorted by the biasness of opinion and it would only be then that,

Those eyes…..would be able to genuinely visualize…TRUTH

 

 

 

 

……………..F.george     a.k.a.     m!$tt@- G……………..

State of mind: 07/09/07

No one is suppose to know that you’ve tried
No one to know how much effort you put in
Or is it only in my life?
When you win…
Oh my, did you do that?
The feeling of yourself
A temporary stage to pass through
And you get use to it,
And you know that it’s TEMPORARY…
You’re a failure once or twice
No you are
EVERY time something is failed to be recognized
A permanent scar has been formed like the sign of loser placed upon your forehead with a bright colour sharpie pen
Wash it a few time, slowly fades away…
Did I say fade away???
You know what it’s permanent
You’re marked and remembered to be a failure,
A loser for the rest of …
NOOOO
That’s jus what you are led to believe by the people
I TRY---à I CRY… I try and then I cry all over again
I tried but it’s never enough,
Enough for who I ask myself:::: THE PEOPLE!?!
But armmm…. What’s for me!?!
I’m lost in between the people of me!
Is it I don’t know where I am?
Or maybe I have jus given up on me?
 
Written by ME

Three Simple Words

Three simple words...
 
I...Love...You
Three words
Seven letters
Three syllables too
One i
Two o's
An e
And a u
 
Three simple words which mean I care for you
Three simple words which mean to you I will be true
Three simple words which mean I give you my all
Three simple words which mean you cushion my fall
Three simple words which mean you break down my armour
Three simple words which mean I hope we stay together
Three simple words which mean you complete me
Three simple words which mean I respect thee
Three simple words which mean you can hurt me
Three simple words which mean I believe you're my eternity
Three simple words which mean you are the one
Three simple words which mean our life together has just begun
Three simple words... whose meaning goes on and on
Funny thing is...they're three...simple...words...
 
I...Love...you
Three words
Seven letterrs
Three syllables too
One i
Two o's
An e
And a u

~ Infinity

 Down!  

 

It took a while to get this far

It took long to even begin

I guess there is more to who we are

Yet I’ve still lost my worth for living

 

So I lie still

Still as can be

 Because I lost my will

To continue this journey

 

I hold me

I hold me tight

I love me

But I t never does seem right

 

I hold me tight

As this world fades

I hold me tight

And curse this façade

 

I’m all I feel

In this world of illusion

Wishing you were real

Jus t as my confusion

 

By: Kimmy J

 

 Determination

 

In the start the end is foreseen, and the end always justifies the means

A journey, a peasant, down a battered road

the peasant is accursed with a heavy load

so many times she wants to break down and cry

but discomfort is subordinated by the determination to try

only the road sees the end , hope dies with every new bend

it rises, it falls, the road is smooth and rough

without this burden maybe it wouldn’t be so tough

About to break, working on the last wisps of smoke

Which rises from the red hot burning coals

When suddenly the end is reached

The journey ended , discomfort breached!

But think would it have been as rewarding

Without the tears, strife and the scalding?

Are not our eyes more crystal clear

After it has been washed with many a tear?

There is a new beginning inside me for:

In the start the end is foreseen, and the end always justifies the means

- Princess Fairy Dust xoxo

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The Coach of Life

Although her load is sometimes heavy,
The coach moves at an easy pace;
The dashing driver, gray-haired time
Drives on, secure upon his box.

At dawn we gaily climb aboard her
We're ready for a crazy ride,
And scorning laziness and languor, A
We shout: "Get on, there! Don't delay!'

But midday finds our courage wane,
We're shaken now: and at this hour
Both hills and dales inspire dread.
We shout: "Hold on, drive slower, fool!"

The coach drives on just as before;
By eve we are used to it,
And doze as we attain our inn.
While Time just drives the horses on.
 
~Anon