This is a guest strip by Shuya from Belgium.
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July 28, 2009
Venture
Venture without fear into the abysmal light
Illusions cover your constant beat
Death awaits you in his own right.
Our trust of life grows to new heights
Know the path and strength of the heat,
Venture without fear into the abysmal light.
There’s no need to fight against the might
The end and beginning both end sweet
Death awaits you in his own right.
Mysteries are the source of the fright
Do not be fooled by constant defeat
Venture without fear into the abysmal light
Come for the lustful sight
Surely you would like a treat
Death awaits you in his own right.
Life is the start of the delight
Think of all the people you’ll meet
Venture without fear into the abysmal light
Death awaits you in his own right.
July 27, 2009
Enervated
Without a thought
I reach for
that iota
and write
but
so
far
away.
I'm
Enervated.
Without vim
nothing
but the
echo of
recharge...
(I need my battery ;D)
July 26, 2009
Night
Snoring upon keyboard
so lies a man
in dreams
and yet
as you read
the light of day
will shine
and break
enchantment.
July 25, 2009
Lying
People say lies are harmful,
that their race must be eliminated.
what discrimination against lies!
It's all a misunderstanding.
Truth is all the fluffy lies
would hug and comfort you
to the best that they can do.
Sure they mess up here and there
and maybe irritate a few friends,
but they do it just for you.
So how can you hate someone
who understand you so well?
The reason that they
bounce on the truths and
pull their hair strand by strand
to make them weep
and mumble only the bit
that you will need.
All that you want
they will give to you.
so why not embrace it?
They work day and night
those loyal servants
riding whatever words
that you utter.
They are the perfect imps
fit for humanity.
So why accuse the lies
when you are at fault,
when the people who believe it's wrong
will lie themselves every day so strong.
So...
I say this poem is an essay,
It is much better this way.
The Unforeseen Truth
The adder crawls beneath the birth of seed
and wets the sinless golden sparks for ages.
It grows a plague that hides amongst our need.
its true quintessence buried under rages.
The promised dreams that you belie and rise
Corrupts the batch of mother earth’s fine prize.
