19/7/2006 - dawn chanced upon dusk broken

dawn chanced upon,

dusk broken,

yet again the sound,

familarily soft spoken.

the tender reality,

bites cold and loud,

the fact runs in,

like throat to burning stout.

yet again failed to do,

that stupid stupid EOM?

the use of which,

 i cant comprehend.

its funny,

the lust for creativity,

fondled artificially,

so sterile and passive.

yet again its setting the wrong tone,

sending students crazy from blood to bone,

the use of it is none to show,

the best of it not to behold.

apparent setback a common sight in time,

a tear of light a mirage faintly shines,

it cheers me the bliss is to keep,

but the cold hard reality tears my fibrins to weep.

its been testing since the news first broke,

exam results came and our lives once choked,

we knew the sequence we failed the pattern,

plotted disdain but not redemption.

its time to buck up,

like a comeback train,

but we know come thee,

respite will stand again.

unless resolve can hold us tight,

we all be grimacing through the night,

touchwood but luck is not the key,

class is permanent form temporary.

i hope the light shines bright one day,

not just for me but for everyone every way,

for grimace and pain must be washed away,

discontent discarded like a worn out bus.

ths crux is the vultures are circling my bleeding carnage,

playing with death my tempted fate,

what now leads must be a houdini miracle,

lest not it seems a daunty spectacle.

yes it seems its turnover down again,

abyss looms its tighening hold,

sucking down all leases of life,

hold on tight with hand on knife.

for prepared to cut through obstacles indeed,

for now its time to try and suceed,

not a short path we all seem to know,

but fret no longer lets take it slow.

sigh walking often through the parallels of life,

people's sucess upon other's setbacks,

its one that dawns,

like a dagger to the chilled heart,

for now the length and breath cuts down the depths,

cold realization is now untapped.

whats the uncanny resemblance failure beholds,

the sense of coming short to much to control,

save us all from the fires of destruction,

i hope my path shall not end in devastation.

its clear the path but tough the road,

its filled with aids but vices take toll,

whats now is tolerance,abstience of life,

will come as a reward in joy or respite.

i thank the joys friendship brings,

some even closer than bonds it seems,

it tags my heartstrings like honey to a bee,

i cant thank them ever more than i want to return favour thee.

bless all dawned chanced upon path,

even those incurred of ones wrath,

for its been the learning essential to grow,

it cheers me heartstrings like bow.

its been a day of fondled happiness,

for sequences unfold amist the cagey boreness,

the effervescent of the instinct of man,

like the animals naturally at hand.

come venge forth and quell all ill,

lets bring bliss and sharpen thy zeal,

one nows what he has thy thee to be done,

hasten forth before damage runs!!

yes,

normality sings on a lacklustre day,

one of class,

good day fencing and play.

i must say i think i learned alot today,

especially the fencing helped me lighten my day.

yes,

finally it cheered me up abit,

still shroudy in work,

and gambling abound,

galliee and friends the gambling den,

esmond gary and maw.

but at least,

things look brighter,

yeah,

and racial harmony tommorow,

well.

 things to be done. problems to be solved. destiny to be unfolded. happiness to be shared. God Bless 1T35!! and the rest out there =)