The Leverage of Life - Hope

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The soul of the dead

Flushed out of reality

Dead souls crying in pain,

The ache of immortal agony.

Six feet below are un lived lives,

Dashed hopes and unfulfilled destinies

Live for today and hope for tomorrow                                            

Die today and never see tomorrow                                        

Hope never lives after the end

It survives through the beginning and

Suffers only at the end

Hope stays with life but is lost in death.

Life is for a moment but death is forever,

As the aftermath of a crowded history that has

Come to an abrupt end.  

HISTORY - The Beginning and End Of Life

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As history is called upon in times of remembrance,

so is today called upon by memory.

Today as it seems never exist.

even if tomorrow comes would it be different i ask;

but i guess the answer is "No", cause each day is a new one

History, the world we live in, is basically controlled by the time

on our hands, the tick of the moment that created the yesterday we saw,

the today we see and tomorrow that we seek.

In history, life is dated

in remembrance, it is a memory.

THE SITUATION OF LIFE

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may it be known that

wisdom comes first after God

As my mind splits open

as a broken egg

on the floor of knowledge

As it dawned on me

when i realized i failed

to achieve what my

strength could accomplish.

clear as sound

transparent as word

is the spirit of understanding.

The pace of a journey

is not in its speed,

its the distance covered

by each step of the way.

time may not permit you

to meet with history

cause it often comes after you are gone.

walking towards a tornado

with a burning candle,

on one hand is the situation of life.

you guard the flame

with the second hand

the hand of wisdom,

the shield that keeps the fire burning.

TOMORROW

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Today is the tomorrow i thought about yesterday.
Its funny how the story of later becomes the thought of now.
Who you are is as important as what you worth. And
sometimes, in the abscence of thoughts we find silence
the best companion to deal with time...

At birth what we are told about is the future, and the past is
narrated as history as a bunch of memories that once lived as moments.
to live with the remembrance of never seeing tomorrow.
That we are born to deal with the life we never asked. To live in the life which by fate was chosen.


Each day as time gets old we are reminded by the clock that there is a debt we owe,
one we would surely pay but never know when.
Should it be sudden, how much would it cost? would life be the worth?

the story before yesterday was that today would be the morrow, but how come we never get to see what tomorrow is like.
Would the moon appear before the sun or darkness before light?
would stars rain and pour the clouds from the sky?
For if it were to be a dream, would tomorrow be as beautiful as the rainbow...
#Sigh#

The future, as far as it feels the closer it seems to appear as the story of later the thought of now.
Pictured with a framed mind, secretly imagined in dreams, is the key that opens the door for tomorrow,
the happiness of finally seeing the future is the tomorrow we bear in mind, the joy that rings a bell to
never loose our dreams.
to know our worth by who we are.
to have in our hands the worth of our debt...........

WAKE ME UP!

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Who knew that today would end so abruptly as it did
to yesterday.
This is basically is the beginning of the end.
In my place of serenity where silence is heard as a million thoughts
whispering in echoes gossips from revelation.
i heard from a quiet mind the remembrance of a frightful night.

Last night,
I'm awake in the sleep of dreams, the vision of my nightmare.
Scared out of reality, the vision of my fear stared right back
and left in front of me a note from last night.

Last night, i slept sad with fear.
Cuddled in my bosom were shivering feelings of emotion,
that the urge to cry moaned with the pain of loneliness as I stared into a long dark night.

My past occupied the present with thoughts of the future filling the darkness
with echoes of sound-less promises about tomorrow.
Dark as the night, I saw steps following the shadows of a lonely ghost,

for as it occurred in time, the memory of a forgotten moment when i saw a future in an image,
beautiful as though it were ugly, happy as though it were sad; so to speak, that it was shadowed with a cover of darkness.

Then i cried as I shed my tears in pieces of words to see darkness and beyond it emptiness,
to find tomorrow misplaced in the future...

CHOICES

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The prodigal son of sin the father of regret.
"We use events to get dates not date to get events".


Behind both eyes the mind read the past from the book of memories
placed on the table of my mind.

Only i alone witnessed the first moment
turn into a herd of unheard memories
as i drive down the street of my mind in remembrance.

Along the lane i met with disobedience
after which the truth was ignored under the guilt of lie.
To believe it becomes a big mistake of choice


The depth of life comes from the choices of good and bad
separated from left to right.


A little further, and all my feelings fell unhappy
in the street of my mind,
my thoughts gathered around and found dead feeelings of love,
they ran for help all around my mind hoping for a miracle
to raise dead feelings from the street of my mind.

But i kept on driving heading to where it all began...

A HUG

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The warmth of it all in one wrap.
As it soothes the soul and robs the mind off worries,
more to the feeling as it comes with happiness.
Usually spoken without words,
voiced only as care.
So lonely without opened arms, very empty without a smile,
even left stranded without a friend.
Invincible as sound is the touch of a hug.