The Mind Of Me

I got inspired by Lupe Fiasco and Guy Sebastian's Battle scars. It drove me into writing this. Enjoy as you read along. We've seen it's darkest, trodden it's gloomiest; Through life's thicket, we've bruised in and out; We've seen its colors, fought with its strongest; Now, we're counting our wounds, tending its cuts. I hope you never come back, thou blood lust; Stay where you've been bound: War, grow no more. These Battle Scars, graven deep in our hearts; Wish they vanish, it's memories along. The days after Now, filled with gay, no rue; Free from the scum of the days behind; No one after no-one, sin to eschew; The deeds of the past, kept out and confined. We stare at their faces in the night skies, Those that were fallen, that dropped their hold-on. We pledge to train our youngsters in the truth; Hope our pleas be granted, by heavens grace; Get engaged, Comment and Share. We appreciate you.

I fatefully stumbled upon a prominent Japanese beacon, whilst surfing through their in-despicable preserved heritage. This writer, and author of  The Book of Five Rings, the brilliant strategist and Buddhist, started forging his history-long prestige. After being foretold his destiny, he set out at the age of 16, into the world ; into the wild ; into the wind of knowledge. No sane one keeps the story; I've been portioned a ruthless glory; The earth has smouldered my feet; As it ventured past the smoking trees; The self-will blazes; Just as Fire to my Cold. The years had slowed down; It drilled me by the sword; I slowed down my heart; And trimmed off my own soul; In order to learn that much; I'm finally free and un-catchable. I've come too far to see the end now; Even if my way is wrong; But I'll keep pushing on. *Wa-l-k on So-n* Miyamoto Musashi Get engaged, Comment and Share. We appreciate you.

Just as elementary biology states, the skin, the largest organ, has some roles it exerts on its system and it's environment. I want you not only to see this poem as superficial, but rather, a deep sighting through life, as a proverbial analogy, to bring lifes' act to us, through the facts which we already know. Goose bumps, all in array, out of shivering; They pop out, on my skin, in their army; Their flags raised so high and unwavering; So that a vacuum of warm air, 'hope', lies within; The tense contend of involuntary tug-of-war; Causing the skin foundation to shake vehemently; Skin tremors and vibrators let loose, somatic uproar; Making the grinders up above let out a gnashing sound; The fate of the contest is dependent on the intensity of the antagonists; It's goal: just to make cold everything having pores; The strength of the warm air is what the whole body banks on; Cold thrills in no time starts traveling into the interior (of which fat would determin

O! Human child , Life is like the green; It gets thicker as you proceed through; When its weariness hits you, causing innumerable crashes; Don't give way to it's riddance, it'll only weigh you down; Nothing, but true determination leads you on and keeps you up; Until the large gust comes, eliminating all suffering; Hold of your fort, keep your defense firm, against the kerfuffle on life's course; Keep your hopes on high, hope for the best; Disregard every failure; Uphold your glory; The voice dissipated as I assumed my sleeping body; What a dream! A Call To Action . Get engaged, Comment and Share. We appreciate you.

For most of our conscious life, we wonder why everything happens the way it all happened. It might be positive or negative, no certainty until it happens. Controlling every action driving every passion; Forging every drive way, causing all roadblock; Crafting memories we hold dear; And those we wished we never had; It's limit, way past our 'mazement can behold; It's decree, way stronger than our muscles could contend; Casting us into a generous state of uncertainty. Having had to live life, bestowed just hope to bear, And prayers to pray, and faith to cheer. We now hold, but scars from pain we never certained; We keep getting whacked. Yet to master uncertainty; They say; that's life, experience keeps getting the glory; Sadly, experience never gets its full of mischief ; And continues on till the final, total demise; We are in fact close to never existing anymore . Get engaged, Comment and Share. We appreciate you.