Immaculate warrior, you always die

If ignorance could be beauty what pretty souls we would be?

Like the sleeping mountains

we shall marvel as mutes,

and be ragging deaf

as the shunned wild skies.

Like a feather from a fleeing crow

we would fly,

and sparkle like a fish,

that just died.

Like the tempting Sun in vain,

that will never collect the drops of rain;

we'll be mad waves searching for land,

just because we always crave.

The Gods have proclaimed we always say,

but to look around we always forget.

To ride a starving horse is not a must,

because you are a warrior who is soon to be dust.

Be your own ride home

It's the week of a fox with alot of sly prancing around from others, barking out things they meant to say but never did before. Nothing has been pleasant so far. A few days off without meeting any Rambos to let everything hit the hot wire which would eventually bombard sobs and tears. It did take a turn this time though, where I'm pretty convinced with most of the 'advice'. Some came from the people I could never see myself even conversing without going 'pfft' and to the others I were the 'promising child'.It does seem a must to hear what the world has to say. It becomes vital. To what extent we take heed is the catch. The disappointment should be self generated, not inflicted.

We will on earth be forever with strangers. You have to like it or simply live on a blow doll. Life is not a destination but a journey said Steven Taylor. Bad keeps rolling our way when it's settle down time. So no more 'settling down' for me. Grabbing life by it's balls and spin is what I'll do. It's not the most painless trip, yet you know you look dashing. wink.

Oh, and dash alone. So much easier...