Intelligent Evil
That's right, my dear comrads, my life took another turn round a corner and began next circle of my fate spiral. It started with me passing last exam (Yippie!) and now I am finally free of my neverending studies till september.
Every circle is bigger than previous one, every circle is better, yet still it is not easy to start it.
I try to follow rule "no names while possible" in my diary so it stays objective like real chronicle. There are people who stabbed me right into chest making finishing blow to previous circle and there is a person who helped me get back onto my feet and start next one. If they read it, they know who is who.
I still have fear because even tho each circle differ, they are round and have something in common: I do not want to walk in rounds for all the eternity. This time I believe, which is much better than just hope.
And for you all I represent my very last poetry:
Eternal Sail
Let new circle be born
While the past one shall burn.
Let the present prevail
Let the winds guide my sail.
It all started long ago
When I wanted just to go,
Just to leave this land of sin.
Hope became my second wind.
I made promise on the coast,
That no matter what the cost
I shall sail and I shall sing.
On the ship captain is king.
They will never make me drown
They will never steal my crown,
As I cross this sea long lost
Dreaming of the silent coast.
Dreaming of the shore ahead
I am neither live, nor dead.
Always living in between
Seeing things, best left unseen.
You are welcome here aboard.
There is only me and Lord,
Who is neither foe, nor friend,
Giving dreams of sacred land.
I'm both captain and the crew.
Try to tell me what is true
When there's only drop of it
And the lie is most unlit.
Guess my sail will never end
And I trick myself with land.
Anyway I can't break vow
If there is no wind, I'll row.
Every circle is bigger than previous one, every circle is better, yet still it is not easy to start it.
I try to follow rule "no names while possible" in my diary so it stays objective like real chronicle. There are people who stabbed me right into chest making finishing blow to previous circle and there is a person who helped me get back onto my feet and start next one. If they read it, they know who is who.
I still have fear because even tho each circle differ, they are round and have something in common: I do not want to walk in rounds for all the eternity. This time I believe, which is much better than just hope.
And for you all I represent my very last poetry:
Eternal Sail
Let new circle be born
While the past one shall burn.
Let the present prevail
Let the winds guide my sail.
It all started long ago
When I wanted just to go,
Just to leave this land of sin.
Hope became my second wind.
I made promise on the coast,
That no matter what the cost
I shall sail and I shall sing.
On the ship captain is king.
They will never make me drown
They will never steal my crown,
As I cross this sea long lost
Dreaming of the silent coast.
Dreaming of the shore ahead
I am neither live, nor dead.
Always living in between
Seeing things, best left unseen.
You are welcome here aboard.
There is only me and Lord,
Who is neither foe, nor friend,
Giving dreams of sacred land.
I'm both captain and the crew.
Try to tell me what is true
When there's only drop of it
And the lie is most unlit.
Guess my sail will never end
And I trick myself with land.
Anyway I can't break vow
If there is no wind, I'll row.
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07.07.2008 в 14:35one nitpick: Seing things must be "seeing", I believe.
I'm very glad for your exams too)
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08.07.2008 в 00:14