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RISKING THE RISK
Many things happen under the sun and moon
Nobody cares if it escapes the understanding of the common man
Life is bigger than logic; living is a colossal mystery juxtaposed to existence
Of what use is the mouth if it can’t speak up when needed?
What else is the purpose of the ear if it can’t hear what is happening?
Blindness is the better option if the eye can’t see what its there to see
What again awaits the man that has brain and can’t make use of it; Death?
Who would see a fight and not fight it out with the fight?
What would it profit a man if he gives in to intimidation & looses his rights?
Would you rather be killed when you can kill your killer?
Nobody gave me a chance; I took one
Not ready to think about the risk: let the result be won
Heard everybody dies and not everybody has lived
So, I preferred being the lion that died and not the sheep that lived
So busy daring for many things and not hoping for nothing
Calculations never made a hero; zero plus zero equals to nothing
So destined for greatness; it requires me to take risks and confront hazards
Tomorrow will give birth to both sexes; got the prophecy from the wizards
Refusing to be among the cautious crowd that refuse to play not to loose
I stood out to play to win; won the crown and the queen, then let hell loose.
Intimidation has intimidated me enough that I refuse to be intimidated
I hate that boy that have accepted to be trampled upon by a lesser being
I love the girl that have insisted on standing on her rights and not falling
Shame to the man that is biased and can’t stand on the side of truth & justice
Oh! She said; there is one concept of truth but can be realized in many ways
Glory to who deserves glory; let someone pay respect to the glorified guru
Many came, saw & couldn’t conquer what the few didn’t see, yet conquered
Thought himself a god and treaded on the path angels are afraid to tread on
His ego is stupidly big; he foolishly offended the wrong person that is right
He took the risky risk; now, the outcome can’t be over, risking him a risk.
…Lordvip……
2013
His eyes were like eagle's, telescopic and sharp
reflexes came easy, time seemed to warp
a warrior in battle, his bullets caused pain
life left them swiftly those that were slain
war was his master he felt no guilt
he laughed with his buddies, all the "beer" they had spilt
but now peace was his master, the nightmares began
the war had been over, so why doesn't it end?
the mind is a mystery, it stored all the horrors
now he's strung out on dope bewailing the sorrows
he suffered no injury during the war
but drugs were more deadly, deadly by far
its hard to believe, just a short time ago
this warrior in battle, a hero you know
then I heard "taps," playing softly, a final salute
a warrior a soldier just died in his youth
Who has the heart and courage
Wins at the end
To the top
Don’t stop
For man was born for a reason
So he keeps dreaming
And has a vision
Through that his mission
Yes people ever did it great
But you can do it greater
For there is no one greater
And none is lesser
Every one has it
But nobody has it
So make good use of your time
For whom you become
Is beyond understanding
That we still searching
Be who you are
Go as much as far
The storm may hit you
Life might be crooked to you
The battle might be sore
Stand still, don’t fall
But be courageous
Be serious and stay focus
For who has the heart and courage
Wins at the end
Merquiene a nutty layered
Chocolate filled layered
Cake
With whipped cream and
dried fruits.
Soaked in orange liquer.
With a thin blueberry tart
or thin blueberry pie.
The Trophy of the Gods
A Night of Championship
Encounters.
Wines and desserts.
After a day of hickory
and mesquites.
Might the elegance of
Night ;sort the Champions
from the contenders.
Only contention to give
Chance, to those who stand
Before the legends of Night!
Raspberry tart and mint chocolate
Ice cream.
BBQ'd Alpaca and cous cous
With lime, cilantro, rice and cumin!
Enough garlic and sour cream
to make the smokey meat
Jive with the onions, peppers
and rice!
Sweet the romance of dessert
Of crusted bluish berried
decadance
which dances reheasted.
Oh what ah night!
Sumthangs like a
Nourish Cabernet!
Sweet,Sweet sorrento
Ah via rhine Beso!
I've heard them tell me
that life is a gift ,given
I've even heard them say
life is a journey
Chartered upon many mountains,
delighting to be traversed
What say you, damsel lady!
I know life to be bushy thorns
That every road I have travelled
has been dusty,
rocky with the sight of potholes
at every turn.
The dust greeting me,
long-lost companions
What say they, damsel lady!
I know life for what it is
A destination of endless walks
I know life never cared about me!
The sun peaked and it went
back to sleep
Never did the sun relieve me
on this journey
What say You, damsel lady!
The choice was never mine
Simply I was put on this path
and pointed forward
They told me what was north
and I was to learn south
and its opposing friends
They told me life was a journey,
but all I have known is pain.
Was pain the journey?
Were my worn-out shoes
the lesson I had to learn?
What say I, damsel lady!
I say, I have traversed
the bridges that are my life
What is journey?
Moving forward or
travelling backwards?
Must I even keep pacing
when day and night have no meaning to me.
What is walking if it invites the pain of pleasure
I say, damsel lady. I know life!
Life is no friend of mine.
This journey I have travelled,
I am still walking.
Where is the gift in that?
My patience is worn through
and my sandals are dust.
Even these tears desert me
for the better companionship of dust.
Loneliness is my only companion,
YES,
maybe that is LIFE!
BLURRRED LINES
Out of every other moment; came one moment
This moment changed everything he holds against
Man of his words and principles; keeps to all his rules
His rules includes whom to love and how to love
Before now he understood it all; all the lines
It’s not as if these lines were clearer.
In love but still driven by lust for another
One whose ways he is yet to understand
Familiarity lacking in itself; she is a total stranger
The consistent seeking of affection from a stranger
One that is destroying him slowly; going against his rules
He keeps manipulating the interpretation of an unknown line.
High walls of secrecy, that’s what she surrounds herself with
Either out of ignorance or on purpose; she makes things difficult
So difficult even to understand the letters of her heart
He so begged to grasp the sands of her feelings
Yet, each moment brings new confusion and misunderstanding
To make clear these blurred lines; she or he?
Lordvip
I am a star,
Bright and shining afar,
Out in the galaxy,
Where wonders never cease.
I twinkle and shine,
Through the darkness so fine,
A beacon of light,
Guiding the lost through the night.
I am a celestial being,
Born of fire and light, so freeing,
I twirl and dance,
In an endless cosmic romance.
I am a star,
A symbol of hope from afar,
I light the way,
For those who need to find their way.
So if you ever feel lost,
Just look up at the heavens and toss,
A wish to the stars above,
And you'll find your way with love.
For I am a star,
Shining brightly and from afar,
A gift from the galaxy,
Full of cosmic majesty.
There's an invitation for you from the moon,
You're to get there within a moment of time,
Side by side comes your foe,...everyone is invited to show,
Eyes are blinking,...the moon stands still,
Whilst,men are tensed up,
The galaxy closed the deal,
Strong wind is blown to smash everyone present,
The formation of the space is beyond human compromised crescent,
Who gave you the invitation?
Concealers hate to respond,
Change of atmospheric condition,comes your love dipped on,
They walk in queue,...angels ascending and descending,
Darkness getting more awesome,
The sun however is not set from the viewers on the earth ransom,
It's very clear how non-luminous the moon is qualified,
Grumbling for safety,feeling thirsty and hungry for strengthened side,
What is the discovery?
Exploring nature and seasons,
'Should I refer myself to be alien'...,of course, No!
Connection of your foes and love ones now expanding,
We both don't know how it started,
Surely,our haters are unknown,
Same way can't we bring out the batch of our personal lovers,
Once we see the parading angels,glory is seen,
I hear and get more frustrated,
Powers in the moon fire's out a machine gun on us already slated,
The story of a wimpy man,
The path of life you never need,
When some come and run,
Nothing is going to save the freed,
Can't anticipate of writing you a security,
The best of you only dwells in you obscurity,
That says the power of light in the street,
Please,you're welcome!
Have a seat!
I'm jabbed at my side with plummet and jab, and yet I must grin and bear it,
I'm abhorrent with scorn for those who must mourn, but then I indifferently swear
it.
Pathos and play this is the new way to read past a cover,
But to sured dismay this supposed display is nothing but a buffer.
Acceptance in many, a noble pursuit but is it worh scrupulous losses,
For every companion is lost in a canyon of lacerated crosses,
For sin and lamehnt are the only avail when deceit is a popular practice,
Honor and grace can prove ugly in taste for those who apparently lack this,
Jest in the cruel and pain in the righteous seem to be the new standard,
So why not be masses with sections and classes and measures of Lucre as
spirit,
The reason is subtle it's muffled in evil, but one can still hear it beating,
Through hunger and death, bloodshed and stress that seems to incumbent the
streets,
The beat of one's own heart, it has all the answers to questions regarding the
spirit,
It's written in code for angels and God so only who listen will hear it,
To the sainted listerners, it's an astute obligation, to grin and bear the malice tht
the deaf hearts do commit,
For at one time or another, we have done unto our brother in a contradictory
fashion that what he would have us do,
So we have to keep on sinning and never cease our grinning, when we really
want to burst into a burning flame of hate,
For others haven't heard the news, that not to be true to yourself is to lose,
So priviledged few, that have a clue, will simply have to wait.
In the land of myths and ancient tales,
Where dragons roamed and heroes prevailed,
There was a celebration held with glee,
A feast to honor the legends of history.
The tables were laden with the finest fare,
Served on silver platters with great care,
Wine from the oldest vineyards flowed,
As the guests gathered and stories were told.
The first to arrive was the mighty king,
Who had slain the dragon and wore its ring,
Next came the queen who broke the curse,
And brought peace to the land with her gentle verse.
The knight, who had fought to save the realm,
And the sorceress who had cast the spell,
Together they raised a glass and toasted,
To the deeds that made them the most boasted.
The minstrel sang of the battles fought,
And the bard recited the prophecies wrought,
The people listened with awe and wonder,
As they savored each dish and every flavor.
For this night was not just another feast,
It was a tribute to the greatest feats,
To the legends that had shaped their world,
And to the heroes that would never grow old.
As the night drew to a close and the stars shone bright,
The guests bid each other a final goodnight,
And left with tales to pass down the generations,
Of the feast of the legend, a night to remember for all nations.