At each days that passes us..
be it a smile or a frown from us.
waking up while owls are at..
just to share efforts for the sum..
May you have compliments nor blame..
but ignore it. it's just the same..
put everything you do at heart..
it is the way you will not be apart..
Do what you are tasked to do..
fill it with patience, passion and grace..
Lend ears to the troubled
and speak for the trembled..
Prepare for the conflict of mind and body
ask for wisdom.. such precious understanding..
hands and feet may shake nor enfeeble your will
but never let your mind exhaust you..
receive reprimands, complaints and gratitude..
take it with understanding, faith and professionalism.
for every work done is done but about to start..
achievements bloom in every part of the task..
think and stand within others presence..
share from them but never lend a trust,
because work is as risky as a crime.. and fragile as a glass
Do what you think was right and at faith
give for what you think would suffice..
for it is not only personal glory nor fame..
it is for Him..
that rests us with ease..
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Mind Prison
Questions still arise at both sides..
minds are troubled, kept imprisoned to a trance..
trapped, unheard and pressured.
restrain me as I get violent,
listen to what everyone had regret..
blame me as I get hostile..
speak to me words that are calming but painful in nature..
pass your burdens to me, for I am innocent..
a victim, framed up on this immaterial illusion..
laugh at me, for I am not understood,
even though it is you who should lower defenses..
hurt me as I get in frenzy,
push me through walls, bars and floor..
for I am already drooling, suffering at this pool of insanity..
slap me as I get blasphemous..
for I spoke of insults and stenchful words..
worms may spread to my mouth,
for you just to know that I am still the victim..
look at me with disgrace, pride and annoyance,
for you do not know how to comprehend and get to my shoes..
make fun of me..
for it is you who is making fun of yourself..
do you find me uneasy to understand?
get on with it... just find a way..
minds are troubled, kept imprisoned to a trance..
trapped, unheard and pressured.
restrain me as I get violent,
listen to what everyone had regret..
blame me as I get hostile..
speak to me words that are calming but painful in nature..
pass your burdens to me, for I am innocent..
a victim, framed up on this immaterial illusion..
laugh at me, for I am not understood,
even though it is you who should lower defenses..
hurt me as I get in frenzy,
push me through walls, bars and floor..
for I am already drooling, suffering at this pool of insanity..
slap me as I get blasphemous..
for I spoke of insults and stenchful words..
worms may spread to my mouth,
for you just to know that I am still the victim..
look at me with disgrace, pride and annoyance,
for you do not know how to comprehend and get to my shoes..
make fun of me..
for it is you who is making fun of yourself..
do you find me uneasy to understand?
get on with it... just find a way..
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)