I Am The Soothsayer

i had hidden with darkness during the day just to tell so much about the night.

Living Right With The Fictions Of Life

When you see a sad line
Do you bother asking where the inspiration came from?
Do y'all know we hold on strongly to things waiting for us to let go?
But why do we rise to the aids of those that don't rise to ours?
And which road is ours to take?

We're humans. Humans with choices. Choices to rise or fall, to be the beauty or the beast.
Well as a slave_ I still have a choice. To remain a slave, to die or, to be freed.

But finding ourselves here on earth ain't our choice,
Our last leaves from a mother's tree ain't our choice,
Our mother's tears ain't our choice_ but sometimes we're the cause,
And our falls ain't our choice.

But a day is sure to come, when our friends will be against us.
But we should always remember that if everyone's happy, how can the world maintain its balance?
Well I'm happy I'm sad
I'm happy I'm down_ because life takes turn
And sooner or later,
I'll be that man I have chosen to become.

You'd see beauty in darkness
Beauty that's only visible to the heartless.
People are like the earth. We rotate in silence causing great effect.

Some of us don't eat seeing our mothers in tears
Well, some don't care_
And some mothers are dead_ remembering their moments together when she'd carry on her shoulders to see the face of the earth.
You cannot fix her, else you'll hurt yourself.

Remembering her words
"Take care of yourself while 'm gone. Gone faraway from earth. And when you're lost, take a glare at the stars, picture me as one of them and I'll sing to your ears."
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"Whatever someone offers to pay you for your rights or knowledge. Remember your sacrifices and be sure it'd never be enough"

Are these fictional?
Well sometimes Fictions are real pictures of life.
Believe me. There's nothing worth writing this poem. Perhaps it wouldn't be nice if I bury them in my head.

I just write to tell you that no news is a good news and no life is a good life. Either.
But our choices make us live right.

IT'S WHAT IT'S

What we choose to remember are part of our story
And what we choose to fight for is sometimes our weakness.
You know sometimes you cannot control everything about yourself,
But you just have to create your time to embrace it.
Being strong all the time takes away one's ability to speak about his silence and weakness,
And what treasure have I found in silence that I may awe by confidence?

The silence is killing us--and it's what it's.

If the strong could not speak and he's regarded as weak,
Does the weak becomes stronger by embracing pains, difficulties and, enduring fear?

I think the strong and weak need to be given time to speak.

We're not meant to live like this
But it's what it's.
Some days will come when you'll be fed up
But the truth is that nobody can get enough.
And some times we feel we could be the exception
When everybody already knows everything,
Some will be afraid to lose something ending up losing themselves and become like 'everybody '
This is never okay...

And an orator asked, "so what time do we have? "

But you don't have time to rise
For you've wasted time while you fall;
You don't have time to grief
For you've wasted time while you laugh;
You don't have time to stand
For you've wasted time while you sit;
You don't have time to speak
For you've wasted time while you were silent;
You don't have time to live
But to make things right.