The oblivious obviousness
Its surprising to me that I actually got an answer for something that puzzled my mind. Although it might had....caused some sort of awkwardness to arise. Heh. I guess sometimes what we think we show is not what others see in their eyes. Perspectives, perspectives. I had been blabbering on about the "Blue Rose", about how unattainable that is, but it would be if I had been much more obvious and truthful in my journey. One lesson learnt today is I should never expect people to be obvious to what I think is obvious - Lest I end up facing obliviousness.

The Journeyman's Folly

An illusive journey he took that day,
Twisting, turning, strolling, frolicking,
Only to lead the Blue Rose astray,
And to gain the title of Dud King.

Had he went straight,
He may have grasped true,
Why toddle in Hell's Eight?
Now the Rose remains Blue.

But a lesson learnt by him in life,
Is sometimes truth is the way to strife,
For sometimes workarounds are naught but ice,
And now he knows not to fool one twice.
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Spiritus Tenebrosus, Spiritus Sideribus Inlustris

A darkened heart of one named Vengeance,
For it plagues him like a demonic pestilence,
And he seeks not for equilibrial balance,
For they are nothing but transience. 

A shadowy soul with no remorse,
He marches on with his corrupted horse,
One may wonder what is the source,
Of such destructive feelings and force.

A sudden appearance of a stellar soul,
Had led him astray from his corrupted goal,
For a soul so warm as though a starlit stroll,
To pull him away from the abyssal hole.

"In amorem incideris....Coepi te amare"

But could one so corrupted be cleansed for eternity,
For Vengeance was on the brink of Insanity,
Would he vanquish the evil and gain serenity,
Or would it destroy his hopes and humanity?

Answer not, for Vengeance knows,
The future of which was froze,
For what lies before him destroyed his woes,
Such is the beauty of the Blue Rose.


-Firaga-

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Folly
Here is one, from the poetic soul.

Hope of the Folly

The world grows with cruelty,
Not a single sign of fealty,
Is this the new reality?
Humanity is losing humanity,
Humanity is losing humility,
And in this soul grows insanity,
Judgmental eyes soar the land,
The earth loses all that is grand,
Is it all worth in the end?
Tomfoolery plagues society,
Only to fill one's satiety,
Where goes our sobriety?
I wish for eyes to see the truth,
For the sake of the youth,
Lest our souls be uncouth.

The one rose will give me hope,
To vanquish the soul of this lycanthrope.

-Firaga-

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Lost Heaven
Reality is something that makes me feel weary.
I've seen myself as a child who imagined life as something with beauty and hope.
But once faced with the perilous lands of life, you realise that all the things you've hoped for can never be so wrong and superficial.

Not that I really mind - In fact the harshness of life had made me who I am today - Realizing that my feet are indeed, on the soil, not the clouds. Recently I've been listening to this song - "Lost Heaven" by L'arc en Ciel. It's lyrics really does remind me of all the split path that we all took, and how those choices had actually made our heaven become lost. And perhaps all of us could have made better decisions in life. Time flies.

Well, that is what I've been thinking about recently. And being myself, strong feelings draws Firaga to write certain literature arts.

*Lost Heaven, Granted Hell*

The beauty of life,
Shone on each one of humanity,
For each soul to strife,
And achieve serenity.

Time passes - what do we seek?
No longer beauty or happiness in life,
But lust and greed and that of reek,
A split path we all took in life.

For what matters does not,
The paradox of this paradigm,
The unhappy and ignorant lot,
Astray - for that single dime.

The heaven we dreamed of ages ago,
Lost in the midst of the abyss,
Now we live with nary a taste of paradise forgo,
Living in hell is in itself bliss,

No?


-Firaga-
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What of it?
The folly of this soul to believe that people will actually understand it.
When people do nothing but try to indoctrinate you with their ideals and thoughts.
They know not of the hell I've lived.
One cannot fathom the pain and suffering.
One will never know how it feels.

But yet, they try to shove their ideals into this tormented soul.
I am here now, on my own two feet.
Nary a single help was given - only words and words and more empty words.
If what you say - you wish me to believe, then prove your words - Show me a decisive evidence.
But if not, stay away from what you know not of - It shall do you better.

They give you hope - they raise you up the mountain, and let go.
They jest with this soul.
They will feel the wrath.
The hatred.
The sorrow.
The madness.
What of it?

Challenge my will.
Otherworldly thoughts are of no meaning on this ground.




They know nothing.
They know not.
I know.
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The myth of the blue rose
The journeyman scurries for the myth,
Alas - It had led to no avail,
Only to grasp sorrow's glyph,
And a wastage of his sail.

It was then - he knew,
The blue rose - nothing but folklore,
For hope passes as the winds blew,
As he screeched - "No more!"

Left with not a single mark,
As the journeyman left the cell,
For he has lost to the bark -
Of the accursed creature of Hell.

A lesson to learn -
"Chase not a myth, or live for disappointment -
Left with nothing but sorrow to churn,
And to your heart - the strike of Penthos's ailment,"
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Elusive compressive illusiveness : The dreams beyond one's grasp
What's worse than having everything going against you?
Is that you get the most perfect, beautiful dream in your sleep - and waking up realising that that perfection could possibly never be achieved. That all you wanted in life came in a split second - and left you all the same.

I guess that's the ultimatum of my mind's illusion.
The compression of every thought and ideals in my mind.
That elusive beauty that I could possibly never know.

*Elusive Compressive Illusiveness*

The elusive beauty of illusions -
In this compressed memory -
I awake to concussions -
Only to feel sorry -
To this self-ridden soul -
That is void of all perfection -
An infinite loophole -
Carrying this malediction -
For all I wanted is life was achieved -
In the illusion of my mind -
Alas it can never be retrieved -
For elusiveness carries the bind -
Firaga - The flame of life -
Towards this compressive strife -

-Firaga-

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