They that wonder the city streets,
they that cry as our world sleeps.
Their hands stretch out but can never reach,
their pain a curse they can never breach.
How sad their tales how bitter truth,
with hunger, thirst and shame as proof.
Their lives so scarred and withered out,
yet quietly they stay, too tired to shout.
Dirty faces and roughened hands,
rags on their back and feet on sand.
Like bees for honey they slave each day,
yet theirs are jobs that never pay.
Since before their first infant breaths,
their lives were cursed till their deaths.
Let us mourn their sorrow fate,
mourn in silence for mere pity's sake.
Take me to a place where liberty weeps.
Take me to a place where justice sleeps.
Take me to a world where money speaks.
Take me to a home of fools and freaks.
Show me the true face of love,
the emotion of which none are above.
Tell me a story of pain and hate,
as much as in hell we must all awake.
From the moment of birth we strive to survive.
Knowing how but not why we must stay alive.
When challenged with questions we look to the skies,
and hope for our gods to enlighten our eyes.
We know how to pray,we know how to preach.
We know how to guide,we know how to teach.
Yet still lost are we,still too lost to speak.
Yet still fool
A ray of sun,a drop of sea.
A shred of hope,a taste of glee.
A piece of pride for all to see.
A wall of fear to keep emotions free.
A lie,a scream,a joke,a plea.
None of words may faulter me.
My pool of pity,a dried up sea.
Now heart of stone and rock I be.
Too much was lost,
too much forgot.
Too much was sought,
too much was tossed.
As man yearn and as man i crave.
As man i strive for fortune,for fame.
To greed and lust an eternal slave.
To other men i am but just the same.
Poor soldier,poor soldier by eminarsiac, literature
Literature
Poor soldier,poor soldier
Thunder and thunder by howitzer fire,
till crumble till rubble the motar and cynder
Uttered and shuttered the words of the leader,
to heather to nether his men lead asunder.
Both laughter and anger met his wondrous blunder,
As brave men and women each met their maker.
As armies of vast sizes scatter and shatter,
As his remaining forces expect final slaughter.
At the gates of the city the enemy scour,
Their panzers and tigers ready to devour.
Only a shield of cold winter shower,
now stands in their path towards finest hour.
In trench and in mud each side waits for the order,
to forward,to march,to charge and to soldier.
Poor sol
Infinity limits itself to gimics,
equations to verify itself it mimics.
Truth is told only when it fills its lyrics,
with false hope and lies forever hysterics.
Truth my friends has told its lies.
Yet truth my friend shall never die.
For each lie told that sets its dye,
truth gains strength from mislead eyes.
Insane am I but i still wont side,
nor ally myself to man's foolish ride.
Fools were they born and as fools they stride,
always succoming to convention's tide.
As true as truth evades the light,
man takes pride in blinded sight.
Immortal be liars' conspired fight,
with man forever bound by liar's might.
Such is man's fool
Appreciated not my life and birth.
A spoiled brat was I,god's gift forgot.
Little i knew of those others on earth.
Of same flesh and mind but left to rot.
Those that thirst,those that hunger
Those forsaken,those that hurt.
Those who know little but anger.
Those we despise and treat as dirt.
True hell lies not in death but life.
as each day brings forth misleading light.
How false their religions' holy strife.
Their lives yet shadowed from godly sight.
Lies from their country of hope and promise,
hounded by landlords with hearts of stone.
Gazed upon by eyes vile and prejudice,
and forgotten by god in his ivory throne.
They are
Beyond those hills,upon yonder valley,
lies a youth who symbols all of beauty.
Her world of which others matter so slightly,
boasts ghosts and specters of vanity.
Preyed on by ghosts,her sanity.
Her mirror obstructs reality.
Through it she sees all fantasy.
All but her image,pain's deity.
Challenged and tried she succumbs willingly,
accepting the terms of hypocrisy.
Becoming a shadow of society.
Valuing acceptance over dignity....
Come death,I welcome thee,
with open arms please set me free.
Death,death,come for thy fee,
come and show this world what i see.
The dark,the wicked and wretched that be,
these sins and wrongs that drowns my sea.
Innocent but yet they still accuse me,
uncontent to just live and let be.
Death,death,i welcome thee,
with open arms please set me free.
This life has offered me,too much to see....
I hurt, I feel,
I jerk,I reel.
This pain,this seal,
not of flesh yet real.
A blow it shall deal,
a blow strength of steel.
those whose hearts cant feel,
knowing its my soul they'll steal.
As their grins do congeal,
they no not what they seal.
Shamed past my will,
with death I shall deal!
...
Then laugh shall they,they who dont feel,
laughter shall dull the lines of false and real.
Death my friend,death is ill,death shall die tonight.
In bed and sheets he gasps for breath with hounds to left and right.
Rejoice man's world for this brief delight,
as death shall die tonight.
Somewhere along his eternal fight,
death succumbed to light.
Rejoice shall man and then awake to a world of scream and fright,
for morrows rays dawns the age of such a daunting sight.
Now void of death,death's throne shall show its truest might.,
no longer tool of death but of the gods of disease and plight.
In absence of death,disease and plight have rushed to seize their right,
to deaths power,his throne and the reaper's oath to fight.
W
They that wonder the city streets,
they that cry as our world sleeps.
Their hands stretch out but can never reach,
their pain a curse they can never breach.
How sad their tales how bitter truth,
with hunger, thirst and shame as proof.
Their lives so scarred and withered out,
yet quietly they stay, too tired to shout.
Dirty faces and roughened hands,
rags on their back and feet on sand.
Like bees for honey they slave each day,
yet theirs are jobs that never pay.
Since before their first infant breaths,
their lives were cursed till their deaths.
Let us mourn their sorrow fate,
mourn in silence for mere pity's sake.
Take me to a place where liberty weeps.
Take me to a place where justice sleeps.
Take me to a world where money speaks.
Take me to a home of fools and freaks.
Show me the true face of love,
the emotion of which none are above.
Tell me a story of pain and hate,
as much as in hell we must all awake.
From the moment of birth we strive to survive.
Knowing how but not why we must stay alive.
When challenged with questions we look to the skies,
and hope for our gods to enlighten our eyes.
We know how to pray,we know how to preach.
We know how to guide,we know how to teach.
Yet still lost are we,still too lost to speak.
Yet still fool
A ray of sun,a drop of sea.
A shred of hope,a taste of glee.
A piece of pride for all to see.
A wall of fear to keep emotions free.
A lie,a scream,a joke,a plea.
None of words may faulter me.
My pool of pity,a dried up sea.
Now heart of stone and rock I be.
Too much was lost,
too much forgot.
Too much was sought,
too much was tossed.
As man yearn and as man i crave.
As man i strive for fortune,for fame.
To greed and lust an eternal slave.
To other men i am but just the same.
Poor soldier,poor soldier by eminarsiac, literature
Literature
Poor soldier,poor soldier
Thunder and thunder by howitzer fire,
till crumble till rubble the motar and cynder
Uttered and shuttered the words of the leader,
to heather to nether his men lead asunder.
Both laughter and anger met his wondrous blunder,
As brave men and women each met their maker.
As armies of vast sizes scatter and shatter,
As his remaining forces expect final slaughter.
At the gates of the city the enemy scour,
Their panzers and tigers ready to devour.
Only a shield of cold winter shower,
now stands in their path towards finest hour.
In trench and in mud each side waits for the order,
to forward,to march,to charge and to soldier.
Poor sol
Infinity limits itself to gimics,
equations to verify itself it mimics.
Truth is told only when it fills its lyrics,
with false hope and lies forever hysterics.
Truth my friends has told its lies.
Yet truth my friend shall never die.
For each lie told that sets its dye,
truth gains strength from mislead eyes.
Insane am I but i still wont side,
nor ally myself to man's foolish ride.
Fools were they born and as fools they stride,
always succoming to convention's tide.
As true as truth evades the light,
man takes pride in blinded sight.
Immortal be liars' conspired fight,
with man forever bound by liar's might.
Such is man's fool
Appreciated not my life and birth.
A spoiled brat was I,god's gift forgot.
Little i knew of those others on earth.
Of same flesh and mind but left to rot.
Those that thirst,those that hunger
Those forsaken,those that hurt.
Those who know little but anger.
Those we despise and treat as dirt.
True hell lies not in death but life.
as each day brings forth misleading light.
How false their religions' holy strife.
Their lives yet shadowed from godly sight.
Lies from their country of hope and promise,
hounded by landlords with hearts of stone.
Gazed upon by eyes vile and prejudice,
and forgotten by god in his ivory throne.
They are
Beyond those hills,upon yonder valley,
lies a youth who symbols all of beauty.
Her world of which others matter so slightly,
boasts ghosts and specters of vanity.
Preyed on by ghosts,her sanity.
Her mirror obstructs reality.
Through it she sees all fantasy.
All but her image,pain's deity.
Challenged and tried she succumbs willingly,
accepting the terms of hypocrisy.
Becoming a shadow of society.
Valuing acceptance over dignity....
Come death,I welcome thee,
with open arms please set me free.
Death,death,come for thy fee,
come and show this world what i see.
The dark,the wicked and wretched that be,
these sins and wrongs that drowns my sea.
Innocent but yet they still accuse me,
uncontent to just live and let be.
Death,death,i welcome thee,
with open arms please set me free.
This life has offered me,too much to see....
Death my friend,death is ill,death shall die tonight.
In bed and sheets he gasps for breath with hounds to left and right.
Rejoice man's world for this brief delight,
as death shall die tonight.
Somewhere along his eternal fight,
death succumbed to light.
Rejoice shall man and then awake to a world of scream and fright,
for morrows rays dawns the age of such a daunting sight.
Now void of death,death's throne shall show its truest might.,
no longer tool of death but of the gods of disease and plight.
In absence of death,disease and plight have rushed to seize their right,
to deaths power,his throne and the reaper's oath to fight.
W
Stuck
In a dead end job
In a a fog
Waiting for the actions of the groundhog
Wanting more
Behind a closed door
Stuck
Unable to move
Without a clue
Without a friend
Around the bend
Waiting for things to become easy again
Oblivous to the world around him
Waiting for the ball to stop spinning around the rim
Stuck
Seeing his friends going past him
And yet some are still in his past
He stays the same and yet the light gets more and more dim
Eternally kept there and yet the time goes so fast
Trying to itch the scratch
Trying to get up from the ground
So far down
Current Residence: im in malaysia,noe where dat is? -.-; Favourite genre of music: rock Operating System: windows xp pro,sp2 MP3 player of choice: apple i-stuff Wallpaper of choice: landscape Favourite cartoon character: saber (fate/stay night) Personal Quote: i was born fr a reason!!now...what was it again...?
Favourite Visual Artist
eminem
Favourite Movies
8 mile road
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Tokio Hotel
Favourite Games
blitzkrieg2
Favourite Gaming Platform
x-box
Tools of the Trade
a canon IXUS860IS fr casual work and an old EOS3000V wif a few lenses fr serious work ;)
tests are over,4 weeks worth for that matter
and i already have my whole 2 months of holiday planned
from my pc,this is alexis saying I LIKE PIE!!!
lols
(holiday madness setting in already)
part of the reason why im not big on journals is bcos nobody ever reads em...or mine anyways..
heres an interesting tale fr those who do though
yesterday my brother,about 14 years old got run over by a bike...he got up with no more than a scratch on his left leg and a bruise here and there but fr d dude dat ran him over,he fell into a huge stormdrain and came out wif more than just cuts and bruises + his bike was totaled
yesterday night i tried dressing up as girl for a cosplay party(not the serious type,just a private party at a friends house with restricted party crashers) wud post pics had i brought along my cam...the dress i borrowed w
part of the reason why im not big on journals is bcos nobody ever reads em...or mine anyways..
heres an interesting tale fr those who do though
yesterday my brother,about 14 years old got run over by a bike...he got up with no more than a scratch on his left leg and a bruise here and there but fr d dude dat ran him over,he fell into a huge stormdrain and came out wif more than just cuts and bruises + his bike was totaled
yesterday night i tried dressing up as girl for a cosplay party(not the serious type,just a private party at a friends house with restricted party crashers) wud post pics had i brought along my cam...the dress i borrowed w