Friday, October 13, 2006

Decision when you are @ the crossroads..........

Mirror of lies restores my broken self
Glances assail to break me again
Love and money drag the world to corruption
Love and money is a common lust
Myself is like everyone but also like no one
I do not search for the truth in the dark with a blindness
I believe in one belief and I pray it will not fail
When this world is over me or I am over this world
I believe I will set sail to a place of no veils

Belief by James

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Drifting....

Well this gonna be my first post.Before i start posting more stuffz, i wanna share a beatiful poem with you.

I sometimes find I'm drifting
Through this life without effect;
I often wonder if I'm truly
Worth what I've been blessed.

I search through days that have been hard,
To try to understand,
The many trials that I have known,
The life that I have had.

You see me in my daily grind,
So confident and strong;
Yet when I am alone, I question
Just where I belong.

I often try too hard I find,
To analyze and guess,
To scrutinize, investigate
My life I will confess.

For somewhere deeper, there must be
Some meaning to this life,
Some way to make a difference,
Give a reason for this strife.

Is there some hidden meaning?
Some agenda to be found?
A greater purpose waiting
If I care to hang around?

It teases and it taunts me,
Always slightly out of sight;
A hazy vision out of reach,
Where darkness hides the light.

I struggle to bring clarity
To what awaits me there,
And yet this weak illusion
Always fades before my stare.

It seems the harder that I try,
To focus through the haze,
Just serves to add more questions,
Through my endless, tired gaze.

Perhaps I'm trying just too hard,
To understand it all,
For can we ever truly know
Just what we have in store?

Each incident, each moment passed,
Just adds upon the next,
But in the end, will I find truth ...
Or will I be perplexed?

Perhaps I make it harder
Than it has to be sometimes,
But will my searching bring to me
My meaning over time?

Or will it leave me broken,
And confused as I feel now,
While questions bring no solitude,
To this, my wrinkled brow.

by Kit McCallum

Really an awesome poem. Lotz of thingz said in simple wordzz.