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Wednesday, 03 September 2008

  • living dead poetry

    lonely love, lying love, belittled love

    We lifted love, leaving love to be left alone, leased, and belittled.

    We misunderstood love, misleading its content and leaving it to lack content.

    We left it to loom and lounge as it faded into a lore.

    love plunged in to luxury, lust, and lies.

    The language lost, we left love to go as a lore, leaving love to lament and lag because we chose to hold no more liabilities for love, we caused ourselves to lack life and feel little.

    Older generations labored to learn love so deeply, it was the lubricant to living life leisurely and delightfully.

    And our generation, we liberated love from its language and fluctuated into our slang.

    We lunged love far away, the search for love would leave us only longing for something deeper and deeper for times without ends, and empty rhymes without mends.

    Love... We chose not to be liable for it, leaving us to be lone wolves, to linger to through life, while looking for living things to live off of, love... tis fictional.


    shuns.

    unspoken implications
    raises expectations
    its impossible for restoration
    to have the old relation
    and as we seeking consultation
    it feels like a damnation
    where we are station
    our devils make invasions
    to ruin our destinations
    and destory our aspirations

    The Eternal Idea

    This is the eternal idea
    here it shall lie
    and continues to defy
    all other conforming ideas.

    It trends itself amongst the youth
    never does it age
    many generations have read the page
    of this eternal idea

    It manifests different colors
    but conjugates likeness
    it renews insightfulness
    but always remain an idea with stutters

    youthfulness this idea will claim
    as older generations, assumes it's all the same
    but never will it be defamed, this eternal idea.

    composites in the heart

    It held no bounds when I felt it
    this was the solution,
    the solution that was
    but heart could not sustain its sameness

    It took no reasons to believe
    for what that's what I felt in heart.
    The one thing I thought would stand
    was truly misconcieved

    It felt like it mattered,
    The one thing that bound my world.
    An adhesive that held for a while
    But now, it's gone.
    I'm done for this trial

    the beat.
    She knows how her heart goes
    She unaware how beautiful her heart glows

    She makes rhymes
    in an attempt to
    find her deep desires

    She rationalizes
    in attempt to
    sort out her empire

    she fights the world
    as the world fights her
    the ground remains as seer
    to be ground and to catch all her tears

    her soul empties as her 'beats weaken
    her will allows her to keep seekin'
    She knows how her heart goes
    and just like that, another year flows.

    The fight to be You

    Courage brings the hope upon those
    that need the push in throughout life
    Within time, our spirit grows
    and we learn to choose our strifes.

    With how much time in the world there is
    Short minutes turn into long hours
    The small things we always dismiss
    turn into problems that soon tower

    Keep your head up
    Your life is meant shine, not be shut

    Take a look on the brightside
    Our dearest will stand by our side
    And times when you always look down
    Our voice will be your hope's sound

    Waking every morning to a long day
    will shatter the small anticipations
    there are moments where our life plans gets delay
    our eyes soon open to new revelations

    And some days we're falling down on the ground
    its hard to get back up and keep going
    The hidden weakness becomes renown
    and all of our fears begins the showing

    And those that see will have a new view
    And those that know will always help you
    So don't make your heart and soul cold
    Because answers in this life will unfold





    more on the other blog: http://thomtran.blogspot.com

Tuesday, 24 June 2008

Wednesday, 18 June 2008

  • a memory written today.

    A spent night is when the sky silhouettes everything in darkness.
    The only light that remains to satisfy is the thought of comforts and security.
    Without distractions, without tangents.
    A solid thought that is not independent of the world,
    but instead comforts the heart and warms the soul that our little world is whole.
    Our eyes always see the weakness, the flaws, the things that kill a hope for the world so softly,
    like a small doubt that grows as long as it continually to glow until it has consumed and countered.
    But this is an established night.
    A foundation that remains unrocked until the eyes fall deeply and the body slumbers at this finale. Soul deeply. So deeply.

    Nature breathes cold breaths.
    Cold nights with stars bright.
    The moon, she shines with prominence, with such light.
    Mother's touch is so gentle, this nature.
    A gentleness that this grass has developed, has enveloped, into my skin.
    So soft that it willows, it sways forth and back.
    Swayed, I must say. To stay, until the Sun gives a new day.

    How lovely has this night been.
    I spew my infatuation to this nature.
    Of this nature that continues to give.
    To give a day to spend and a night to ascend.
    Ascend into the ground of this nature, I stay. I'll stay.

Monday, 16 June 2008

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