Guide us to your holy footprints,

Deity who holds the time.

Bless us and also our brethren,

Forgive all our foul crime.



Our soul cannot support our flesh,

The cross heavier than faith.

Sins always come so sweet and fresh,

A great whisper of wraith.



Beyond our sins, a hope won't die,

That you'll pour some mercy.

Heaven please heed our candid cry,

Give lights to our journey.



You know us than we've known ourselves,

Each strand of our hair.

You have read all books on our shelves,

Of our sins and prayers.



So let your cloud washes our hue,

Of green, red, black and blue.

Lets our white initiates anew,

To be closer to you.



June 20, 2017

Mysterious_aries

Hopelessness can be felt,
But its not a fact.
Hopelessness is only real in death.
If you are alive,
There is always hope.

Life is a wonder,
We have life but its still hard to fathom.
Any second can bring a new experience,
And all things can happen,
Anything is possible;that we know.
But still find it tough to believe in a miracle,
We get what we want and next thing,
We want something else..
There is never satisfaction so i wonder if there is one meant to be; destiny.
We reach but never arrive,
Till the day we die,we keep on striving .
When are we ever going to rest and just enjoy life and not worry about a thing?,
We found life this way and i guess we'll leave it this way,
Taking each day as it comes and finding fulfillment in accomplishing goals day by day..

Built to protect,
Not to deter anyone..
But to defend self from brokenness..
But for how long can those walls last without breaking down..
Not searching for a hero.. Just a fighter.

Keep happy, smile...
Run your life like a Train, trust the tracks,
sometimes you have to trust the guidance of your life
for God knows why your road meanders left or right...
He's the tracks that'll see you through the day and night...
It might take a year, two or ten, it doesn't matter when
as long as you don't derail, you will reach your destination...

The girl who cried.

Tears burning her cheeks,
Slapping them red.

"She cried wolf!" they spattered.
"It's not our fault!" they defended.

Strangled by her muffles
Burnt by her cracks.

The girl cried wolf,
They howled to show their support

Salem

'Round her bare feet, hear I go,
Tail twitching to and fro.
When it's time to take a nap,
I will jump on Tina's lap.

The life of a cat is quite contrary.
I am fickle when you're merry
If you wonder where that's at,
It's your priv'lege when you're a cat.

When I let you stroke my fur,
Do it right or I might stir.
Feed me good food, not just crap,
Something tasty for my cap.

The life of a cat is quite contrary.
I am fickle when your merry.
If you're a human who understands,
I might even lick your hand.

Round her bare feet, here I go,
Tail twitching to and fro.
Now I think I'll take a nap,
Hop across to Vicky's lap.