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Friday, September 14, 2007

~Daily Brew...Verse San~

Kita.
The moment that I didn't realize.
Its time.
Time to return back
Return to my origin.

Yet...I'm swayed.
How weak can I get?
Douka...wo chikara wo...

I've been in low spirits lately
Wondering from time to time.
The road is wide open in front of me.
Yet I still waver.
Is it that...I long for support?
Is the support now not enough?
Or am I just playing around?

Heh, these daily things make me laugh.
Some go weary over these
They worry so much, it shackles them down
Like heavy weights...
They walk as though they are underwater
Even though they are on ground
Yes, everyone has worries, its no doubt.

Being afraid is not totally wrong.
Oretachi wa ningen da...atarimaedarou?
Wish I could break those shackles...
How I strongly, strongly wish to shatter that fear
To let those doves fly high as much as they want.
But...I myself am shackled to my own past.
My own fears...my own regrets.

When I'm lost...I ask for guidance.
When I'm weak, I ask for strength.
Then I surrender...soredake.

Ah...the shackles are gripping tighter...
Its painful...and sad.
They limit my movements, my potential.
Yet I feel as though I don't want to let go of them.
Yes, I fear to break out of this zone.
Fear of repeating it again.
Heh, why am I here stuck on Number 5?

Worrying over this inferior light...
While I can go and weep over that superior one?
Yare yare...I get crazy over something so much,
I lose grasp of my priorities.
Sigh.................
Douka...is there a way to amend this?
I...missed...I regret...

If I didn't messed up...
I might be laughing now.
Happily settling the daily things that needs to be done
Together...
But I messed up...
Now I'm afraid...fear to amend...
The feel is even different now.

Heh, One bloody mess in one section...
And there goes the other three
Messed up as well.
How sensitive can I get...
Ah...how sad...

If I were a bit more patient and mature...
I might be enjoying my life...
Just like it was in the very beginning...
Heck I am an emotional one...
That I cannot hide.
Control over my emotions is one thing I lack.
Without emotions, I might better off be dead.

Heh, then again...the me now...
Doesn't give a damn if this world is destroyed.
Is not impressed with what others were blown away by.
I find it hard to get impressed.
What others say "wow"...I go "..."
Its somehow...numb...
I don't care anymore...

That one precious moment is gone.
There's nothing else that can give me emotions.
I'm now nothing more than a living moving soulless scabbard.
Heh, here I am...weeping over the inferior.
Nasakenai...

Well, the time has come.
A golden time.
I better use it to my advantage.
Before it ends...
A time of peace...
A time where light amplified...
And darkness reduced.


                            

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

~Daily Brew...Verse Ni~

Heh...how empty my mind is now.
World? No way.
I wouldn't be here if wealth was my target
The past? Looking at it hurts me.
The future? Heck, I know not what'll happen the next second.
Whats important is now.
My heart, now.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

~Daily Brew...Verse Ichi~

Ah...a mixture of simple and complex
Light and heavy
Painful and peaceful
Both delicious and vile
I...yearn.

How long has it been?
I have long distanced my body from the garden
Yet my heart stays there
The cooling atmosphere
The peaceful breeze
Oh, how I miss it
The gentle light felt on my skin

The light that came from words
The light of guidance
The garden that only the fated chosen ones could be allowed to enter
How I miss it
How I want to be in there again

Yet...nanoni...
My hands, my limbs and mind are chained here
Chained here in this prison of material
A prison made of mortal things
Things which are games and toys of idiots
Yet...here I am with the imbeciles
Why do I even bother staying here?

Am I...chained, not able to move?
Or perhaps...I am afraid?
Or maybe...I found something to do
A mission...or perhaps the mission is just a comforter for my fear or laziness
Hahahaha...piles of chains bind me here,
Yet...is my heart truely here?
Saane...

Heh, the next side of the mixture
Haha...I know not what to do
Besides being here idly sitting...
Perhaps waiting for a fated miracle to be executed by the angels
That might just turn the tables over...
Heh, waiting for it....ka....
Its either already moved...or still much much faraway
One such as I will not know...
Never will
Unless I was fated to know...allowed...
Heh...yeah, sumtimes its a pain.
Perhaps that is a sign in itself
Or maybe just a sign to just...yameru...

Saana...

These mortal creations...
They don't last forever
How boring
But, then again...
Perhaps it is because they are not immortal...
Which makes them all the more precious.
The blossoms that will soon wither...