a letter of simple words

To the lady whom I may never meet again,

Much time has passed since I first had these feelings in my heart. These feelings that were never forgotten. These feelings that brought such warmth to my weakening soul. I had never knew such warmth before I met you. The world may collapse and burn upon the ground that it stands on but I will live on, lingering on these sweet memories of you. For even amidst the terrors of my life, I had always found strength just simply by thinking of your fair face. Just the thought of you brings me renewed courage and hope to cross the obstacles enveloping around me. How much I long to hear your voice, the sweet sounding music that proceed from your lips. They carry on as echoes in my mind, so I can hear them till my end. How adorable you look in all that you do, where ever you are, every second of your beautiful life. My nerves fail me when I see your face and I fall to the ground in awe of the spectacle before me. Without doubt, this will not be so before another. You are all that exists in my world, and may you remain so. Yet it pains me to know that my day of leaving draws close. Is it possible that I may never see you again? This horrible punishment that I know not why is inflicted upon me. It does not matter that I do not find space within your heart. Neither does it matter if I do not even exist in any of your thoughts. All that matters is that it is an allowance for me to love you and to see your face. Now that this right is wrenched out of my grasp, I only know bitterness. All I beg is that you remain in my memories, and all that was done with you...

Gracio meinen musofine Nylekoj, jac var beetion teylhu.

a time of void

The bitter hate that blinds our senses. The seductive joy that plunges us into a world of ecstasy. The fancy hope that gives life a meaning. The somber sorror that destroys our souls. The feelings of the world, they exist as such. And yet of late, I have been unable to feel the dispositions of a normal mortal. I live in void, and the void clouds my thoughts. My heart tells me nothing, and my mind does not know of what to do. I am in a whirl even as I speak. I feel lost and misplaced. A mist deprives me of my sight. A searing cold numbs my sense of touch. My ears are rendered disfuntional by the screeching silence around me. When will I be relieved of my burden? When will I be free of my load? When will I feel life again?

the birth of a newborn

A light impact was made upon the ground,

Causing the soft dust to rise above the land.

The mood was calm and the wind gentle,

Carrying along with it the tiny speckled sand.

The cries of a newborn broke the silence,

It annouced a new life waiting to unfold.

The people gathered around the yound child,

For the sound was too beautiful to behold.

Sharing that special moment were many,

The young and the old, the puerile and wise.

Like one they imagined the infant's future,

But it was somethings impossible to surmise.

The little nursling was cute and adorable,

The feeling perceived was far from torment.

No eye gleamed brighter than the mother's,

No doubt that this was her proudest moment.

the chant of lamentation

Alas, the grey clouds gather round by my death bed. As if singing a dirge, they chant on endlessly. My heart has fallen apart into the dying flames and has rekindled the fire. But in doing so it has disintegrated. It hurts so bad. There it was, the hope of the enchanted dreams. It hovered right above my head. It voiced words of enticement. I hastened to grab it. But it disappeared into dust the second I laid my shaking hands upon it. I had not known what it would have done, nor what it would do. Now I am wasting away into my dreams. They will remain so. And my life will follow it. Does nothing ever come true?

the element of hate

Damnation and bitter curses against all who brought naught but plagues upon my already miserble life. Is it not enough that I have already lost my pride and honour? Must you now mock me? Master of scum and criminals. You have lived one day too many. You hated animal. Down six stratums beneath the dust is an empty place that you shall be condemned to and no one else. May you live your days in solitude and misery. You claim to be a bringer of peace. But of fallen glory and despised hope, you are the worst element of vice. You bring a harvest of darkness upon the heart. You bring the breath of sadness. You bring the sight of death. May it be that you will never see another day of elevation. Your bitter heart will rot into itself. Your brain will decay in your skull and you will become senile. Then you shall be pitied and perhaps despised. You shall whimper like a camp dog kicked around the fire. And at the moment in time, I will sit before the scene like an audience. And I will be pleased with the show.

the breaking of wills

Of withering flowers and of crumbling leaves. My life is naught but a miserable wreck. I have reached the end. Time and time again I was made to stand up against the elements of life. And finally, I am broken. The great battle was fought and lost. It seems as though there is naught to be happy for. Naught to love for. Naught to joy for. Naught to look forward for. Naught to live for. It has come to a dramatic close and it is not in favourable terms. But yet in the midst of my despair, I understand that this is not truly the end. For end is much further. This is simply the end of one major battle. But life holds much more. For we must live till the end of time comes. For we must live for the greater good that is to come.

the regaining of hope

The elements of life have challenged my abilities to withstand them time and time again. And now my energies are nearly an end. I am beaten. Lost. Confused of what am I to accomplish. When all hope has left us, what shall we do? Shall we bow down to the overwhelming might of the enslaver? Shall we flee from the fearsome power of the aggressor? Shall we give in to the greater strength of our enemies? No! I may be fighting a losing battle but I do know one thing. No matter how much there is to lose, there is nothing worst to lose than our right to live life the way we want. The elements may hound us endlessly. But we must never play into their hands and let them dictate our lives. For giving in to them and their demands is tantamount to death. To lose against them is already a disgrace, but to seek peace terms and compromise is the worse crime one can commit. A crime worthy of the death penalty with inclusion of mutilation and absence of a proper burial. For a treaty with the elements is never balanced. We can only seek to lose. We shall lose our beings and our honour. And we will be left with nothing. I condemn such thoughts ten levels beneath the dust. We must never allow ourselves to be cast into darkness. Only if we resist with all our mights will there be chance of victory. Even if they come again, we shall resist once again. This is the only way will we see the beautiful life beyond the seventh oasis.