Life's Little Lamentation

Disappointment gathers around the lifeless limb as hope disappears with the last carry much though he thinks he gains he serves to think that much. Disappointment does not disappoint him as he tells his tales of agony much though he thinks his chances be he serves to think too much. Disappointment does allow him freedom as tears flow down his cheek onto much of the dreaded drenched collar he thinks he thinks too much. Disappointment gathers around him as he tells them stories of failed opportunes no more does a heart gives true sight he thinks, and much to ask that much.

Alright. I know it's silly but I actually teared in this movie. You follow them since the first time they met each other in a "start of something new" , and now here they are doing their final duet. It's kinda...uh uh... sad. [Gabriella] Take my hand, take a breath Pull me close and take one step Keep your eyes locked on mine, And let the music be your guide. [Troy, Gabriella] Won't you promise me (now won't you promise me, that you'll never forget) We'll keep dancing (to keep dancing) wherever we go next (chorus) It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do And with every step together, we just keep on getting better So can I have this dance (can I have this dance) Can I have this dance [Troy] Take my hand, I'll take the lead And every turn will be safe with me Don't be afraid, afraid to fall You know I'll catch you through it all [Troy, Gabriella] ...

Sun does not always shine and when it's sunny it's not always hot Rain doesn't often come when sun is up and cloudy days do not always bring rain. Smiling faces may not always rejoice and smiling faces are sometimes sad Frowns may not always bring tears and tears do not always accompany agony.

Without your presence, my mind is calm and I can think of others when I cease to think of you. Without your presence, life just isn't the same shades of colours but of different hues when it becomes a different beauty now. Without your presence, new experience can be gained without seeking and a whole new world seems to be waiting but I just feel like procrastinating. Without your presence, life can be so much fun but how fun can fun be when the fun times end without you.

by John Mclaughlin those who have watched "enchanted" will know. 'Nuff said. You’re in my arms And all the world is gone The music playing on for only two So close together And when I’m with you So close to feeling alive A life goes by Romantic dreams will stop So I bid mine goodbye and never knew So close was waiting, waiting here with you And now forever I know All that I want is to hold you So close So close to reaching that famous happy end Almost believing this one's not pretend And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come So far we are so close How could I face the faceless days If I should lose you now? We’re so close To reaching that famous happy end And almost believing this one's not pretend Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are So close So close And still so far

The following poem was written a very long time ago, and kept hidden in a book which I just recently unearthed from the pile of trash in my house. I have written so many poems that I lost count, and therefore not really sure if I had posted this before or not. Still going to post it anyway. a tribute to thee, in fond memories of morrow winter's night and storytellers' fright, a truthful acknowledgment in misery of life ceased be and traversed thee through time which collided with songs not rhymed, dreaded and dreamt suffereth in vain;- finally tho thee escaped to a better place I supposed! but where? which sings forever of jolly laughter never, and not a summer sun could shine to warm the cold dwelling's fine field of feathery dew thee waved they flew and swirled and loomed a dark shadow, should it be immortalized, this meadow - within this chilling choking cage, fond memories vintage-d.

If a hero can go back in time, why can't I? why can't I go back in time? if there were such heroes with such special powers why can't I go back in time and try to change what I learned from nursery rhymes - replace them with cries of children, music of battlefields and words of two lovers who hate one another. If a hero can go back in time, why can't I? If I can go back in time, I can prepare myself for myself and you for yourself. Then I can see my mom and ask her to give birth on the first of January. If a hero can go back in time, why can't I? I would go and tell you that I would love you so much but you would not know if I had not gone back in time and told you so. If a hero can go back in time, why can't I? If there were such heroes with such special powers, I would tell them to tell me not to write this.

such is the feeling right now the triggered emptiness the hopeful limitation where every man must belong. such is the standard of despondency faintly felt in despair inadequately craved in misery and compounded with time unused.

conscience overtook the effort of enthusiasm as manner declined the result of smiles and someday the treasures of the caverns will belong to sad creatures of heaven verses were strung and used to hang loose and without the frame of possessiveness and care without caring submissiveness will die again a death of loneliness the breakable bonds will last not long threshold of the unwise will not belong and decisions and choices were one to choose where dreams go and win but lose conscience overtook the lightheartedness as manner stood gloomily over the bay and looked and looked at the sunset grey where hopes shall finally reach and stay

there are no leaves on a hardened tree which needs not the mighty sun as inept as they should feel for him that neither shines nor attempts to reach Is that love? unkind dove and without humility to the familiarity they yearn to the light that had felt natural do they then pursue thee indefinitely? purchase some time to understand and occasionally sell the truth for if worthy the truth is not then sunshine shall shine never on those leaves which grieved

My previous life flashes occasionally before mine now telling a lot about regrets I am not proud. Even as it flashes I sense you want to tell me something but why do I hear nothing? My previous meeting with you ended in a firestorm that consumed all you love and all that I have ever hated. Even as I pray I wish somehow someday that you will wish for my wish to return But, even as that day beckons near not a single wish I have can make me leave without a single tear.

"The beauty of American arrogance is that they cannot imagine a world in which they are not one step ahead" Profound line by the plot's mastermind in the movie. I have to say it's one of the contenders for my movie of the year. Go watch it in your local cinemas NOW.

Thou art lovely but forlorn As my indispensable colon Woeful were I as waste and rust but Thee consumeth and flushed I dreamt Thee squareth and till Eternity our love be rooteth for I favoureth Three and Thou art Two Thou art lovely but aghast And hideous like a skullic vase Frighteningly ugly upon chance that once but fractured pieces of a million dust I dreamt Thee sung and till Dawn my ears were deaf I used them to cry for my lips were too dry Thou art lovely but nasty And unsightly like my colon's fecundity Weary were I to traverse far but the End was mine Light's car

Infidels, whores of the land you sick bastards daring are you to proclaim my name in vain. Cursed be your generation, and yourselves be blessed with boils and famine and everlasting epidemics in shame. Hypocrites, you worship me in truth yet insensitive fools daring is he who calls me Lord and his brother's shod- Infidels, whores of the land indulgence shall not be granted for you hear not cries of my children. Ghosts, you insolent poltergeists, you think my fury's scorn in stillness passed cursed are those who sing beautifully in my temple. Infidels, whores of the land cursed are those who name themselves after my son and I in vain.

If I'd only cried a tear, I would still be smiling now from ear to ear and pen the daily dear. If only sunsets and summers were real, as morning glories unveiled in seasons will they abide and caress the hard winter's hide. If there are things I'd cried for I would heed not less, nor sought after much of time to time and come them days of crimson crime. If I'd only cried a tear as I had so many times before in the pauses of time's constant constrains and her brother needlessly acquaints.

Love's lost refrained by the melodies of life the mediocre mantras and the summoners' woes. Love's lost refrained by the symphonies of life the gaze of one true sight and the voracious tides. Love's lost refrained by simple a gift of life the atonement of sin and the lamb who died. Love's lost refrained by the melodies of life the chords that still sing and the eternal rites.

the art of loneliness is one that I have all my life but am not proud for there are many things you need to do not alone in company of a friend or lover and the art of loneliness which unknowingly mastered I will take its toil on my 9-5 and succumbed I to the taste of its splendor one more time.

I know I am a guy, I mean gender never matters I don't know why, the tears keep dropping now. Yes, I am crying. A silent cry to mourn of someone who had never existed. A silent cry People say emotionally hurt is much worse than being wounded physically. I do not fear pain or death now. My fingers, my hands are trembling. God, please teach me how to end this. Teach me the right and best possible thing to do. I do not want to wallow in self pity... but I am really sad, really sad, really sad. I may be smiling, but I am crying inside. To myself, I have already died. I am still crying. Gosh, please STOP. you cant cry for someone who never existed. you cant cry for something that should not have started. you cant cry for something that was never meant to be. But I cant help it, can I? How can you stop a crying man? Can you beat me up? Tell me off ?

Differences created by the vastness of self indulgence now sitteth at the true throne of Vanity caress the twelve strokes of Time's telling and bring forth a multitude of praise. And the journey of Jealous not-withstanding (she is but far) compel thy merciful mind to rethink and rethink and try finding Forgiveness to forgive and Love to hate. For now stand thee at a certain crossroad and bring thyself to such an extension of belief without which Hope declares thee to stay firm in the precious ground of much memories. But Knowledge is determined and so is Dream they are both brave and tried and proved (or are they?) they wait upon the beckoning of thy peerless right hand same one that struck a stricken-heart of one young man. And it is indeed deceiving to name a widow Shadow more precisely a despised lowly fool without self for Self is given and not earned but names are named. Alas, what are worlds that whirl the words of Wisdom? the poor man's ill-ready voice is lost and not he...

Anxiety when nearest is calm and soothing and tells of tales that are cold and chilling In your ears she will shout and tear at your joints with such power and ferocity that you scatter and burn in unholy fire What matches the sun in light, and moon in darkest hour? Who trembles at night, and fear the sweet smile sour? That is Anxiety at her best calm when most obvious and claws and slashes at you when you least expect.