For want of full virtuous zeal oligarchs thrive
Against deserving clamor for brighter ideals;
And perennially trampled commoners groan
Under weight no inured villain distantly feels.
Bereft of real fighting energy better humans
Give in to the more determined aims to slay
Life's fairer side and reward villainy's titans;
Enabling winds that fuel evil's choking sway.
Vice is a flightless bird cast in wingless youth;
And his bold victims must know this total truth:
Kind men unwilling to act knit wing and plume
That latently promote all enemy gall and fume.
And culpable crime's not by commission alone,
But by hesitations to clip his spiraling webs too;
They're held to have fired with the outlaw’s gun,
Quiet eyes that see the victim thus cruelly gone.
Even much more to blame is the idle watcher,
Than cold-blooded hands that steal or torture.
Over the days I've been, mile after mile,
Wandering over the path of exile,
Singing that songs, that are cursed for the trial,
Whispering your damned name.
Headed, survived the most terrible fail,
Still to the light of the entity. Pale,
Weak and distressed, I'm forever in scale,
Tied to self-blamable frame.
Greetings to everyone, faced on the road,
Are sent with a slight reminder of owed.
I am still writing the shrift to the Toad,
Hoping for doing the best.
Wishing a drowsiness, gained as a gift,
Praying for foolishness - happiness's lift,
Searching for truth, which enables to shift,
Locking, like cage, my thrilled chest.
Drowning in miracles, daydreams and fears,
My throat refused to swallow the tears,
Strictly forbidden in the inner spheres:
Not to let mercy break out.
But this is it, and the major it's aim:
To let you know before you start to blame
Me, crazy mind or my doubtful fame
For saying all this aloud.
8.12.2012.
This is a great day
The day of birth of The Dalai Lama
A man of peace and compassionate
This is a great day
To make a great done
For the world and the world people
This is a great day
To promote this planet greener and smarter
And better and friendlier
But, really but!!!
I done a BAD thing
I killed a chicken
For my own stomach
On this great and precious day
I am sorry myself
What a bad i did
What blamable my done is!
I am sorry myself
Though people are making a different
I did nothing special other than praying and hoping
I am sorry myself
I am blaming myself
I am hating myself
I am slapping myself
I am crying and i am sweating
I will do a better from this day
I will make a better myself from this day
I will be a fully-committed follower of His Holiness
Long Live His Holiness The Dalai Lama
Long Live His Holiness The Dalai Lama
Long Live His Holiness The Dalai Lama
(May peace prevail in this world and harmony spread on this world as well soon)