I believe all of us are born with amazing skills, some different than others, however, all of these skills, potentials and predispositions shall be used for the good of humankind. Saying that, one of my skill is the power of the voice, and through it I would love to help increase the consciousness. Friends, I give you a wonderful poem, written by a friend of mine, and recited by me (plus editing). Enjoy! Fragile by Doc PenPen B. Takipsilim …a flower) beautiful as i look at the flower so delicate so fragrant so soft swaying alone hanging along the edge of the cliff dancing against those thunderous stormy winds pulling-slowly one by one every petal every sepal beautiful as i look at the flower grown underneath a turbulent ocean in those unending restless waves waves waves punching and spinning wildly along the shores crushing-slowly one by one every petal every sepal beautiful as i look at the flower remain standing in those shaky mountain slopes in the midst of those rushing heavy-lava-laden rolling debris boiling exploding swallowing without-mercy melting-slowly one by one every petal every sepal beautiful as i look at the flower yet remain fixed gazing towards the birth of a new sun trembling yet remain singing under those creepy dark clouds of undulating darkness struck by horrifying lightning burning-slowly one by one every petal every sepal beautiful as i look at the flower in the middle of the unforgiving desert under those extremes cruel unbearable heat crippling its peduncle to kneel fracturing its receptacle to bow tearing its roots to crawl suck-dead-dry-slowly one by one every petal every sepal finally you submit faithfully to your fate without a complaint & in your last station your seeds grow near the marble bed of your Master yes. you remain, True. to be beautiful… Penpen (10/14/15 - 1st draft edition) Music: Zero Project - Path of Loneliness youtube/watch?v=Fh50Z6mKUas&feature=youtu.be
Posted on: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 21:42:29 +0000
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