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13-03-2010, 19:54
My knowledge is like a torch in hands of blind man,
that only serve others,
but for me it has no use,
people cherish the light that illuminate their path
but what do I have to cherish?
when the light is gone, so will be their hope too,
for they walk by sight, not by faith.
If man posses all the knowledge one could find,
What's the purpose of knowledge, if you cant apply it?

Memories has become my new lover,
these I foster tenderly, and wont let my anguish wipe them away,
nor let my tears immerse them into abyss,
I will suffocate my brain with these memories, untill I fall asleep
and upon wakening I will not forget my ardent wish.
for in them is hidden side of me that died long time ago,
along went my empathy and gift of feeling pain and love,
What a wreched man I am, who shall free me from this prison of my own?

I am sorry dear do I sound egocentric and shallow?
complain to one who suffocated the fire inside me,
one who rejuvenated my flesh with her beautiful smile,
who had my heart submit itself to her,
like flower that open her petals to be embraced by the Sun,
in her complete nakedness she stands there feeling no shame,
and then she withhold what gave me life,
and slowly but surely did I wither away

I could tell you that time does not exist,
that it's nothing more than a vain illusion,
that past exist only in our memory,
that every saint has a past,
and every sinner has a future,
things done can be undo,
if we stop inflicting wrath upon ourselves,
future exist only in our imagination,
so it can be ours,
but would that bring you back?
would you really believe me,
or see it only as a beautiful lie?