the frozen eternity is a gift,
the hope; a moment of mist.
bits of bits to behold,
like a surety knowingly foretold.

a certainty; oh! the certainty,
anticipation fooling the majority.
that of which engulfs the mind,
a torture that is hopefully kind.

gentle, gentle soft braids,
it weaves loosely, boldly unafraid.
smiling, always smiling,
the finality, always with the last try.

a starting lay of this journey,

rides me through a symphony.

with a gentle flow of honey,

tis be the start of you as company.

the gentle glow that trickles in,

the slow simmer warming this dream.

it awakens the crystal stream,

as I engulf in the current's tug unseen.

a little more, just a little,

like a kid and his love of morning maple.

it complicates not and is oh so simple.

the sheepish smile holding nothing fickle.~

Embracing Cliche

The nite... 

Had a breezy sway...

A sandy play...

A moonlitted frey...

Immersing her in friendly disarray.

Wondering mind...

With a sashay... 

Learning the comfort of hay.. 

And if she may... 

Ending with a lil pray.

She walks....

Stepping away...

The elegance of her way...

Never denying and saying nay ...

Moulding the heartful day~

for now i need to say...
a loud call from within...
restraint to be put away...
a side read of (love?) can be seen...

i know not my own world.

I immerse myself in others,

but it just adds to the twirl.

i soak in pondering the matter.

the faces and the voices,

hardly ever hold.

they skim through the pages,

leaving a blank after it unfolds.

there was purpose,

there was my choice.

what was hopeless,

was the lost of voice.

a weight off with a sigh,
is just too little to get by.
i wonder if i over try.
leading up to a shy.

Now there are things that can be done. Things that should be done. Things is wanted done etc etc.
There are however, things that are done.

Things that are done, does not creates history, it creates the past. What makes history is the person that get the things done. Events are just as good as nothing, if it weren't for the person who did it. Even if something incredible is done by a nobody, that nobody is the somebody that is in fact not a nobody(nobody's a nobody anyway) but somebody who got that incredible thing done.

Now place aside what has been done and what is to be done. This we will never know. When it is done, it is done. So does this mean there is no point getting things done? Not exactly, cause if nothing gets done; nothing is done. So the nothing done, is in fact the thing that is done. With nothing done you are well not nobody(as I have pointed out earlier), but just somebody who does not get things done.

So at any point of the day, the question is not do you want to get things done, but what do you want to get done? What is worth getting done? Well, you'll only know the answer when the thing that gets done is done. You see what's been done with this entry is that I want to get something done. A message sent across, which is now done. What exactly was done? That is for you to decide after being done reading this. Done?

Done.