By the time you were Six,
Your mother told you,
those few stories…
What about the knowledge you held,
to be true? All your youthful learnings.
All those dusty books with self-confident learned words,
What happened when modernity
stepped into your life?
You found your faith unable to cope
With the fear.
That this century has provided.
And yet you know His name.
His name which echoes in different languages
Everyone knows Him.
What about I?
My mother told me no stories!
What little I learned, I gleaned from Grandmama.
With her rituals and how she taught me.
She would tell me that I would be protected by Guan Yin.
When I prayed for good results, for safe passage.
And I’ve got that. I’ve got all that.
Did I really believe in Her?
A part of me would shout out yes.
But only to be drowned again by the learned men, the white suits, the pocket protectors.
How does one lose his faith.
If he never had one in the first place.
Did I ever have faith?
Faith in science? – Bullcrud.
That’s a load of crap. Its everchanging state, its points and counterpoints, its constant need to evolve and better itself.
How can one have faith in that? That which inspires so little faith, that even its own scientists try to disprove themselves.
But to believe… To truly believe. I can’t do that!
I just can’t! I need proof.
Not want. Not desire.
I have nothing to feel faith for/towards/onto.
How I wish I could taste them all,
Just a sample then… A taste of faith. Without the whole need to devote
Mind Body Soul.
*This Poem starts here *
The Pop happens.
And she’s there.
The truth seems to finally be revealed to you!
The flowers seem to bloom.
The sky opens up,
Azure in all its beauty.
Where was she all this time!
This Venus. This Carravagio of vibrancy.
Hiding? Where you shouldn’t find her.
Where you must not find her!
She tells you the truth.
Because its convienent for her.
The beauty of modernity,
We crave convienence
Hence we find it everywhere. Anywhere.
Even in the glory of the bounties
shed upon us through her light.
3/3 Click Me!
All right then. Today’s the last day before I get sent into indentured servitude with my country. Unlike the Americans, it isn’t for 7 years but for two, and unlike the Americans, I am not one of those “redemptioners, victims of religious or political persecution, persons kidnapped for the purpose, convicts, and paupers.” So yeah. I guess I’m in a better place than the servants of the 17th century.
This post starts off on a dark note, as all posts before entrance into National Service should. I’ve spent today doing various things. I’ve received blessing of sorts from Guan Yin. I have had a meal at Carl’s Jr. I’ve been watching Desperate Housewives and of course did my ironing. *well Mom did, bless her soul, but I must make it sound all manly and go I did it.* Hmm, what else does my English educated ass have to say.
I leave all my stuff to… LOL Kidding. That’s way too dark and well, probably unappreciated humour. Then again who cares. Though I think Hue would get the PC, and the Xbox. Momma and Dad would get the rest of the stuff in the house and charity would prolly get the money? Lol, though inheritance taxes may come into play… Hm… I made it dark either way, which is once again the point of such a wonderful little send off post.
Ok. Lets see, Will: Done
Dark thingymajiggy: Done
Long words: Used
Oh yeah, Last and certainly not the least! I’m off to Camp EA 06 later on. That’s so Sweet eh?! Get to check out games from the upcoming Christmas season before its even released!