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Thursday the 13th of December 2007

9:40 (250 days, 15h, 14min ago)

Thought of the Week

  • Mental mindstate: A cacophony of sounds...
  • In the CD player: I Won't Cry Anymore - Marvin Gaye
  • Other side of the window: Cold
  • How I feel: Restless
When men proceed with contempt of souls for manors
When women nurture not of nature but of culture
When men reside only in raves of the resolute
When women of yesterday abide for a claim of ascension

Lucid and murmured are the sighs adrift
Lures of mountains that towers
Abstained from accords to profligate from rifts
Settlement of thirst by way of cowers

When we only act a half of our mores
When the pence of fathers are spent
All for promises of scores.
And the tears of mothers wilt
All to know of no repent
And the rubbles that are built

How absolute is will?
How strong is might?
When only to fill.
Or the just of fight.
How momentous a conquest?
Or how brittle a conscience?
When it is but a vest.
That proceeds to lament.

When faint moans of ideals become an idea
Will we not reflect when it is lost?
Where the morals become appeals
When we concede that it alludes to a mere cost

Forgotten is the angry.
Forgotten are the disdained.
Forgotten is the fury.
Forgotten are the discontented.

Angry for it can be taken.
Fury for those that meander for the ease of the complacent and the mediums.
Disdain for those that have forfeit it only to mollify it with the forsaken.
Discontented are remembrances by the embodiment, the sums, and the many that have been bequeathed a windfall called freedom.
0 Walked with me.

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