Even the slightest of wound
Can hurt the toughest of soul
And be in strength abated
And make the spirit low
Even just a whisper of refution
Can a man be lead in labyrinth
And be pulled by angel Apollyon
To his home in Abaddon
Didn't it took just one Waterloo
That scorned his name in history?
The warrior Napoleon Bonaparte,
Once was a fearless man
Even just a shade of apathy
Can make a life forlorn
And ruin the vision of a man
And make him envelope his minds.
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Roy
May 23, 1991
11:45 AM
Angeles City
Philippines
6 comments:
I'd just pull up a chair and have a rest. The butt needs a rest, the mind needs to be stilled.
Don't mind me. I just want to sit here and think.
Holy Cow, Roy!
Pardon me, Roy. Okay, Jan, back to thinking... ",)
hahaha!
honestly Jan, I don't know what to make of your reaction, hehe...
but it's okay... you can take your time thinking ;)
Nag mu muni lang siya Roy. We need this at times.
siguro nga Jena
thanks!
ang lalim ng words... dq 2loy masyadong maintindihan... nosebleed agad ako... hahaha
pero I really envy poets like you... galing n'yo po gumawa ng poem..
Hi Kelvin!
salamat sa pagpasyal sa blog kong ito!
okay lang yan, in your case naman, you don't need to weave words to form poetry
your pictures create visual poetry, which we really to see ;)
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