To My Dear Sir

Sir, you're going way too fast,
Whirls tell me you've passed.
Sir, such a speedy recovery
Harms greatly my memory.

I can't remember how you were,
Remembering myself is harder.
Jolt my memory, if you please,
Sir, help unfold my mind's crease.

I cannot remember why you
Left. Tell me now, tell me true,
What grave mistake did I do?
You can't have forgotten too.

So tell me Sir, if you can,
Why did you suddenly ban
All connections, I now resort
To write to enter your fort.

Sir, I address you with respect,
And that means you're perfect.
Not universally, just to illiterate me
I'm hoping now you begin to see;

That, Sir, t'was never my fault,
I wasn't the one to make you halt.
T'was naught but your pride, Sir,
That made proud you even prouder.

If you'd realised that, Sir, perhaps
You wouldn't have faded like maps,
Useful for some time, after which
As blank pieces they the floor reach.

So, Sir, I urge you to reconsider,
No one but me is willing to shelter
One like you. So, lower the saddle stirrup,
Because, sir, you can fall from so high up.

Infinite Comprehension

I saunter into the garden,
Strange, I can't feel breeze.
What is this new cordon?
It makes the wind freeze.

I kneel by a new flower bed,
Strange, I can't smell sweet.
Should the roses be lovely red?
My eyes turn dark in conceit.

I look up into the willow tree,
Strange, I can't hear birdsong.
Yet the nightingale sings free,
Definitely something wrong.

I've forgotten the taste of fruit
Scarcely remember touch of root.
Oh why is everything now soot?
Strange, the boys can still hoot.

It's slowly beginning to dawn,
On slow-in-the-uptake me,
Life lingers still, won't be gone,
But Death has taken me.

Soul Confessions

Dear Asyle,

It's a whole new group of friends, love. You know, I've been following everything you tell me, so why do you cringe when I do what you tell me to? Mix with everyone, I did that just like you said I should. But you never told me I'd return to a cold heart and unforgiving face. Maybe then I'd never have talked to the rest. You know better than anyone else I'd rather have you than everyone else put together. Well, I've learnt my lesson, and I don't understand why you behave (or pretend I don't- It's impossible not to know when we are at such close quarters) the way you do, but then again, I don't mind. I never have. You know. You don't make sense without

Yours Truly,
Elysa

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The mind and soul are like
Two words that rhyme.
Inseparable when united,
Once cleaved fade into time.

A mind without soul is a dry leaf - pretty still but useless.
A soul without mind is like light - So free, yet always lost to shadow.

May V14 be one unit, working, striving and winning together.

Sense in the whirl

What does this mean?

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It isn't a deaf ear to fear.
It's a ear deaf to fear.
Turn a deaf ear to the deaf ear to fear. It's not that to fear.
Fear not also a ear deaf to fear.
Fear instead a deaf ear, for you won't be able to hear their sweet voices again.
A ear deaf to fear is something to be proud of, it's a brave heart.
Please do not turn a deaf ear, though you wouldn't anyway, it's a deaf ear to fear that you fear. But shouldn't.

Silhouettes in the Sand

It's an empty stretch of sand.
Washed clean by foamy waves.
They leave behind a bleak land;
Just one thing the sea saves.

It's a darkening sky above
The Old Sun he is retiring.
Not entirely spent is his love,
Sends one last ray ere dying.

In the fading light of dusk
I see what they try to show;
Sky a void, Beach dry husk,
They knew what I don't know.

Or so I thought until I spied
What they died trying to save,
Footsteps, one pair, they tried
To keep as the Queen's Knave.

I follow them step by step,
They seem so familiar too.
Follow till I'm almost inept
To move the way they do.

When everything is done,
When all comes to an end,
Who will be there to run
With me across the bend?

Suddenly I see the source,
The path that led me there.
It's you, arms open of course
To take me, I don't care where.

You asked if I would go with you
But you led me to you instead.
I'd never dream of losing you,
The dawn is a promising red.

In the light of the newborn Sun
Two friends make a sacred vow.
Their long friendship thus begun
With waves about, to them bow.

The Foiler of Plans

It's the edge of a perilous cliff.
I kick pebbles, my back stiff.
The peregrine falcon's soaring,
It's power and pride drawing.

I have the same power now,
To fly, gravity need not allow.
For everything' s going to end,
What care I the type of end?

No one can try to stop me now
No one, not you, not you, how..
Ah, satisfying. Seconds away
From freedom, the last fray.

I'm going to fly once it snaps,
This last fray. Free from traps.
But no, not yet, there's the last
Trap I, no you, cunningly cast.

For I'm reminded of you,
When I look at that true
Specimen of freedom,
The falcon and his kingdom.

Do I blame you for painting
Yourself in that beautiful way
Or I, for so naively believing
Every single thing you say?

I thought none could stop me,
I was right. Your mere simile
Is going to make me step back.
Not willing to waste your knack.

I face the ruin behind me,
But this time I know, see,
Your beauty is a contagious one
And soon all the repair is done.

Weaknesses

[Not that I care too much. ]

Promise me your loyalty, friend, and I'll give you my life.

Live how you want to, not how others want you too, they say. Very well. I want a life of adventure. I want to go exploring, and climbing, and trekking, and diving, and flying, and bareback horseriding. I want to own a horse ranch in the countryside. With a house, and my very own stream and tree house. Way too fantastical, be more practical, they say. Who? Me. No, they.

Have you ever experienced the feeling of being so utterly happy, without knowing why? One of those moments enveloped me last year, at Tokyo Disneyland. I was in the treehouse of Tom Sawyer, with two of my best buddies. We were sitting down in house, and I suddenly felt elated. Maybe it was the music. Maybe it was the flowing water outside in the creek. Maybe it was because of my thoughts. Certainly, it was because of my friends. I could hardly pull myself away from the place. I was, am, in love with life.

What is my weakness? Oh, you know, child. At least, that's what you always tell me. Oh, I do know. What is it then? You.

So, I'm going to do what I should have long ago. Throw you out. No, not you, that. One weakness I can do without. But I know, you'll find your cunning way back in. But this time, you won't get the better of me.

I'm puting a padlock on this door. You'll be dead before a score.

Then, I'll be able to really live how I want, living for them. To see them smile. And laugh. And, unlike you (no, not you), they will be sincere. As always.

To whatever end.

It's a mystery, honey. Sit back and watch it unravel. Maybe eat something too, and you'll pass it around as usual. To those you're sitting with of course. And laugh, you're familiar with the procedure. And if you feel like crying halfway, don't be surprised if people like food, not wet shoulders. Maybe you'll remember, and return like nothing's happened. Let's hope the mystery has a happy ending then, shall we? You wouldn't be able to take a double shock, and nor would I, if you remember. If you remember.