enter sendmend

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could it be?

the foundation of rock firmly laid on land
were actually pillars and pillars of sand?

for i am a lesser man,
i cannot do what my Lord can.
and now that i am down to my last,
i see olive branches are hard to extend.
we will all have to go where we must;
so now, the last die has been cast.

all things go from dust to dust;
will we last, or will we rust?

what a pun.

huehuehuehue. :B

^ is actually quite proud he thought of ‘enter’, ‘send’, and ‘mend’; that is, pressing enter to send a message that would (hopefully) mend the relationship.

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learn to say the same things;
let us hold fast to saying the same things.

‘i hope all is well with you!’
‘i wish the best for you!’
‘even if no one is around we’re always with you.’

sometimes in our nights we’d say things
that we really did mean;
yet when morning comes,
things don’t turn out the way we dreamed.

come on, say the same things!
let’s just keep on saying those same things!

‘remember the things that we’d do?’
‘all of the silly things in our youths!’
no one is around, who am i talking to?

i’m just a clown; are you amused?

Heavily inspired by Cat Power’s ‘Say’.

a buoy in the ocean

There has never been a gathering that did not end with dispersion.

People who are gathered by similar circumstances will ultimately move on as times change.

They’ll find their families and they’ll find their homes.

And you can’t expect them to still want to spend the most important days on the calendar with the group no more.

Those days will be spent accompanying the most important people in their lives.

And you’d do the same when you finally stop being a vagrant.

new hubris // adam icarus

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sinking your teeth in, it bursts.
a succulence so incomparable; it blurs,
the lines which define the comprehensible,
and the lines which held back the detestable;
you let the fruit through your mandibles.

with your wax wings you took flight,
gloriously, at height and with might!
but in arrogance you forgot your limits…
and in blindness you drowned in flames.

when you can no longer recall your own visage,
feel free to reign as… the god of a world
where no mirror will acknowledge you.
where you can never see what you have become.

but a mere pawn

‘i’m a mess,’
no better than cess;
‘a trainwreck, i confess.
i’d be a pawn if life were chess.’

but why despair at being a pawn?
everyone feels small at some point.
we all worry, we all fear, we all stumble.

rooks and knights and bishops and the queen.
we look at them  in envy and exclaim, ‘wow, aren’t they brilliant?’
‘why are they so beautiful and i, so pitiful?’
‘could i ever become someone like them?’
‘i hate myself.’

but what’s with the oversight of a pawn’s ability?
‘what ability?’ you ask, seemingly in astonishment.
‘is the pawn not just fodder?
the stones on which other pieces step on to attain glory?’
‘what ability could we possibly have?’
‘i feel guilty for being such a liability.’

yet once again, the pawn’s importance is overlooked.
a bare rook, a lone knight, an unguarded bishop, a solitary queen.
what successes, if any, await their own, futile frolics?

great empires had great emperors;
great emperors in turn had great generals;
and even great generals had the support of great soldiers.
no king has ever conquered by his lonesome.

pawns may never become kings,
but there will be no kingdom without pawns.
and yet we seem to be forgetting something,

there’s more to the pawn than just supporting the larger pieces.
they all have the potential to be tide turners, key players;
each one of them possess an inherent ability that no other piece have.

the pawn has the ability to change.

unlike all other pieces, the pawn can progress.
as they soldier on to the opposite end to the board,
combating obstacles, and conquering adversaries,
they improve themselves, augmenting their own abilities.
no longer would they stare across the board, green with envy;
instead, they looked will be looked at as equals.

so no, life isn’t so bad as a pawn.
in a way, we are all pawns;
seeking to better ourselves,
struggling to the other side,
running our own perpetual race,

on the chessboards of life.
don’t despair about being a pawn.
that is today, but we have tomorrow.
so hold off your sorrow.

as long as you have it within you
to make it to the other side,
you too can be something great.
self hatred and never-ending guilt,
they only stands in the way of true change.

the ability to change…

it’s pretty awesome.