Farmer's Yield
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
10:07 PM
As the farmer planted the last of his seeds,
he wiped off the pearl-like beads of sweat that
formed incessantly upon his brows.
He'd only just begun, and the task ahead stood tall and daunting.
Releasing a heavy sigh, he contemplated giving up.
But he thought of his family, back home waiting.
The wife who never failed to support him,
the children who never failed to make him smile,
and the loyal dog that barked every time the mailman came.
Those were the people waiting for his sweet corns and potatoes,
those were the people anticipating his lettuce and tomatoes.
It was dark, but he could see several silhouettes in the cozy cottage lit by a warm yellow light.
"At least there's supper," he thought to himself,
as he placed his pitchfork down and trudged home.
Yes, home, where he belonged.
You ran away from my pleas for help.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
10:52 PM
Let's play a game.
It's called, LIFE.
Not the board game, but a more twisted
human version of it.
Let's pretend that these little figurines are people.
Yeah, see the one over there, that's you.
Look at how they're all alike, but that's okay,
they came from the same MOULD anyway.
Let's try pushing your figurine down.
Look at all the other figurines,
staying where they are.
Nobody moves, nobody wants to help.
How many friends did you say you have again?
The world, is really like that.
Fall of the infallible.
Friday, February 12, 2010
4:54 AM
Another tower succumbing to the test of time.Said the builders, "It is mighty and strong, built to last."
But the heavens breathed and the unthinkable happens.
Crushed like a sandcastle, the tower crumbled.
Down went the king, the queen
and their noble knights.
Debris strewn all over, the damage is done.
Away we go.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
6:59 PM
As he stood at the end of the path,
he looked around and saw nothingness,
the pitch black of uncertainty greeted his withered soul.
To the left was a pit of bones from fallen sinners.
To the right was a river of flame where spirits burn.
And a void of doubt awaited him beneath.
Each side offering its own grotesque relief from the system.
Unwilling to give up his soul, he took a step forward.
The bones joined to form the people who've subjected
their lives to a lifetime of decadence.
The burning souls echoed their disgust at his choice.
"Join the syssssstem, give it uppppp."
He closed his eyes..
and jumped.
See you in March people.
And those tears were for nought.
Friday, February 5, 2010
7:20 PM
Short post.
Beautiful people leave as they come.
Isn't it a shame to see a person, knowing that you'll never cross paths with them
again, And you can't help but wonder if that person would be alright.
I can't help but picture a great adventure ahead of us. We're free to pave our own paths, and
usually, these paths will never cross.
This is why when they do, you should cherish that person, because he or she might just
walk down your path together with you.
Let us see..
Thursday, January 28, 2010
10:18 PM
I have a million things to do now.
Webpages, JavaShit, talking to friends,
and studying for shitload of papers that
i'll never look at again.
I wanna drop out.
Either that or.. ill post in a few.
Gonna revamp my blog soon.
Thank you Alfie.
Check his blog @ www.akulahalfi.com
Til then, never sway, never fall.
I love you guys.
You can't spell fall without 'all'
Monday, January 25, 2010
10:15 PM
As we march to our graves,
we leave footsteps on the dirt that we tread on.
If you leave a print deep enough, it just might
just overcome the test of time.
So we shake off the tears from our eyes,
and mend the holes on our boots,
we grit our teeth and continue down
the road of infinite paths.
We'll separate and forge ahead.
Some fall and never get up,
while some lose their way and their minds.
But as far as the darkness ensues,
walk straight and never sway,
and we'll meet again when our paths become one,
for the final time.
