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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Paradox
It is ironic when the one thing that makes you weak is the one thing you need in life. Not that it applies to me (yet), as I have no qualms with being strong and alone, rather than weak and giving half your heart to someone else - and worse if the other person doesn't take care of that half you've given. Everyone needs someone. But we can choose to not be with someone.

So how is it like, needing kryptonite?

Well it basically sucks big time. You need it, but when it gets close enough, you grow weaker and weaker. If  somehow the kryptonite ends up to stay close to your heart until you can merge it together with you - then good for you - you'll probably turn that weakness into your own strength. But what if the kryptonite decides to continue tormenting you - until you fall to your knees - and in the end, failing to acquire it?

If you still don't get my Superman references, well - in layman terms, it basically means that if the one you need in life ends up hurting you and leaving you in the abyss, the pain will drag you to your knees. On the other hand, if the person stays close to your heart - figuratively speaking, then you'd probably be able to turn that weakness into your own strength.

But frankly, the latter has never happened to me. I've got stellar luck in video games, but none of the sort in life games. So what do I do in my position? Even I wonder. All I do is keep up with life - and try not to let it bother me. Although sometimes it does, and I end up writing something here.

Hoping is against my principles, so I try to deter myself from it. But occasionally it does seep its' way through this hardened soul.

Well, whatever. Emotions makes us weak - but it also makes us human. I'm still human, and emotions are inevitable. Alas, all that can be done is to keep my head high, and keep walking forward. Life doesn't wait for humans to weep and cry and breakdown. I've learned that the hard way in my life. 

So buck up, live up. There's more to life than sitting down and weeping.

Albeit all these things - Know that Firaga will be here - gazing upon the blue rose.


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Reality is illusion.
I've always believed that living alone and relying mostly on yourself is the way to go in life. True enough, as I've reach this level of university with efforts done that nobody can help you with. But knowing that you've learned the hard way to live life - Knowing that in the end, you can only rely on yourself is quite a bitter things to live with. I guess I've reached that level, where I'm on the tip of the scale - whether I will choose to embrace my solitary life, or will I stand here, waiting for the blue rose that will never come? I wouldn't know. A heart hurt countless times tends to want to avoid itself from getting hurt again. But that is something one needs to ponder deeply. For if the blue rose does exist - and as one finally finds it - mayhap the solitary sadness within will shatter into pieces.

But as a friend said to me - ask yourself - can you live without it?

I know I can. But I know I don't want to. Life's down enough. Facing it alone? I'd rather not. After facing it alone for 20 years, I don't think anyone would want to continue living a life of shit being tossed at you and you have nobody to turn to.

When you've lived strong for all your life, there are times where you wanna share it all together with someone, knowing that when things go awry - there is somebody who'll be there for you. Its reassuring, no?

So, whatever. Just gonna hold out as always for now. Growing tired of it, but the moment you give up is the moment you lose. Living strong is the way to go. Its how I've been living for years, and I don't plan on losing to life's everlasting rain of poop.

Well, whatever. Live strong and heartless - you'll be pain-proof. But you'll lose something very important in the process. Adieu.
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