You and I,
Sitting side by side,
Watching the saber-like moon,
Staring into the sky,
Feeling lonely aren’t you?
That you cried your tears dry,
Many a time your eyes wouldn’t lie,
Though you may try your best to hide,
But girl, it is ok to cry,
I know it is the first time,
Turning a year older,
Further from home than ever,
But you may want to remember,
That you too have a family here,
Not forgetting that there is love too,
And as today’s your special day sister,
With all my heart I wish you,
A Blessed 19th Birthday…
-Bornion Crusader-
Monday, 28 April 2008
Saturday, 26 April 2008
tomorow today
Every time you wore that despair look…
It goes into the books…
Every tear you shed…
My heart bleeds too…
Every time you are sad…
I feel very very bad…
Every time you are depressed…
You forgot; that I actually understand…
I hate it when I try to comfort you,
You shrugged me off instead…
I might seem far from where you stand…
But sorry girl, I’ve been through that same old land…
Every time you cry,
Your eyes will never lie…
You want to look strong…
Yet deep inside comfort you dreadfully long…
I’m sad, very sad…
That I’m not much different with any other lad…
Felt so far away…
Caught in endless sway…
Felt like I belong nowhere…
Just take my own path n make my way…
Walk alone and wander along this endless bay…
Every step I hope to see the dawn sun-ray…
That might break through this emotional decay…
And with all my strength I pray…
That I would not get a tomorrow…
Just like the day today…
-Bornion Crusader-
It goes into the books…
Every tear you shed…
My heart bleeds too…
Every time you are sad…
I feel very very bad…
Every time you are depressed…
You forgot; that I actually understand…
I hate it when I try to comfort you,
You shrugged me off instead…
I might seem far from where you stand…
But sorry girl, I’ve been through that same old land…
Every time you cry,
Your eyes will never lie…
You want to look strong…
Yet deep inside comfort you dreadfully long…
I’m sad, very sad…
That I’m not much different with any other lad…
Felt so far away…
Caught in endless sway…
Felt like I belong nowhere…
Just take my own path n make my way…
Walk alone and wander along this endless bay…
Every step I hope to see the dawn sun-ray…
That might break through this emotional decay…
And with all my strength I pray…
That I would not get a tomorrow…
Just like the day today…
-Bornion Crusader-
Monday, 21 April 2008
The Golden Fleece
A girl of five years old asks her mother…
When shall I grow up?
Then time crawled and you would not even bother…
A girl of ten years old looks and wonder…
Butterflies are wonderful creatures!!
Then time walked and you wouldn’t notice …
A girl of fifteen years old starts to dress and make up …
It’s my first date and my first kiss!!
Then time run and you play catch up…
A girl of nineteen, lovely and tender…
Love problems are getting no lesser!!
Every man who set their eyes on her…
Hearts shaken and lost in love…
As gentle as the doves…
Cupid stole their hearts…
Yet often will break them into parts…
A life of uncertainty is yet to come…
What a woman will she be?
Strong winds, giant waves and violent seas…
May the gods protect her like the golden fleece…
Till Jason finally reach her and make his plea…
To be his forever…
And forever she will be…
-Bornion Crusader-
When shall I grow up?
Then time crawled and you would not even bother…
A girl of ten years old looks and wonder…
Butterflies are wonderful creatures!!
Then time walked and you wouldn’t notice …
A girl of fifteen years old starts to dress and make up …
It’s my first date and my first kiss!!
Then time run and you play catch up…
A girl of nineteen, lovely and tender…
Love problems are getting no lesser!!
Every man who set their eyes on her…
Hearts shaken and lost in love…
As gentle as the doves…
Cupid stole their hearts…
Yet often will break them into parts…
A life of uncertainty is yet to come…
What a woman will she be?
Strong winds, giant waves and violent seas…
May the gods protect her like the golden fleece…
Till Jason finally reach her and make his plea…
To be his forever…
And forever she will be…
-Bornion Crusader-
Thursday, 10 April 2008
Crossroads...
First I couldn’t let things go…
With all my strength I tried to hold…
On to those precious to my soul…
I suffered from my persistence…
As well as from my over-confidence…
Now I had a lesson learned…
Some things are not meant to be reasoned…
By goners are meant to be gone…
Ties and bonds are delicate matters…
Once broken it will leave you in tatters…
Then I faith and courage gathered…
Tried to let things go n fade off…
But when I started to break off the chains…
The past comes haunting me again…
All of a sudden you came close…
But then you were like a rose…
A beauty that only the eye beholds…
But when touch the thorn prick my hands…
It hurts and bleeds; blood and tears blend…
I really don’t know how things are going to end…
My foundations are built on sand…
The rain comes and all is gone…
I want to move on…
Standing on the crossroads…
Tired and weary with my load…
Which way should I go?
-Bornion Crusader-
With all my strength I tried to hold…
On to those precious to my soul…
I suffered from my persistence…
As well as from my over-confidence…
Now I had a lesson learned…
Some things are not meant to be reasoned…
By goners are meant to be gone…
Ties and bonds are delicate matters…
Once broken it will leave you in tatters…
Then I faith and courage gathered…
Tried to let things go n fade off…
But when I started to break off the chains…
The past comes haunting me again…
All of a sudden you came close…
But then you were like a rose…
A beauty that only the eye beholds…
But when touch the thorn prick my hands…
It hurts and bleeds; blood and tears blend…
I really don’t know how things are going to end…
My foundations are built on sand…
The rain comes and all is gone…
I want to move on…
Standing on the crossroads…
Tired and weary with my load…
Which way should I go?
-Bornion Crusader-
Tuesday, 1 April 2008
insecurity
So insecure,
Of things that happening now and before.
The fear is great,
Everyone is afraid,
Of what tomorrow has in store for us.
Though it was said,
What shall happen will happen.
Anything could just struck you in a sudden.
There is no guarantee,
Of what will happen or what will be,
The next second,
Or the next century.
“Walk through the narrow gate,
For it leads to life”
How many accept their fate,
And with total perseverance strive?
“Avoid the broad gate,
For it leads to death”
How many are tempted, tried and endure,
Do they have the faith?
The burden is great,
Anguish is intense,
Mortal humans we are hence,
Weak, powerless and helpless.
May by His grace our sins cleanse,
That we are spotless and unblemished,
Worthy in His presence stand…
-The Bornion Crusader-
Of things that happening now and before.
The fear is great,
Everyone is afraid,
Of what tomorrow has in store for us.
Though it was said,
What shall happen will happen.
Anything could just struck you in a sudden.
There is no guarantee,
Of what will happen or what will be,
The next second,
Or the next century.
“Walk through the narrow gate,
For it leads to life”
How many accept their fate,
And with total perseverance strive?
“Avoid the broad gate,
For it leads to death”
How many are tempted, tried and endure,
Do they have the faith?
The burden is great,
Anguish is intense,
Mortal humans we are hence,
Weak, powerless and helpless.
May by His grace our sins cleanse,
That we are spotless and unblemished,
Worthy in His presence stand…
-The Bornion Crusader-
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