Paradise Truly Regained

PARADISE TRULY REGAINED

Tidings of the brave new world did came,
And went in the warrior’s head
It was many miles more to kingdom come,
And long before, they’d be dead.

The sailors they went up in joy,
every time the yellow sun shone,
for ‘twas so rare, and brilliant then,
they felt they’d been wakened from stone.

The warrior, he moved not, his eyes
From the brood of the island afar,
‘Paradise’ – it was named, and rightly so,
As everyone lived unscarred.

They followed the map of Piri Reis by day,
By night they were David’s faithful,
And when in doubt or just plain dubious,
They worshipped late Jack sparrow’s skull

All was fine, they were bobbing along,
Until “hark” one night, scream’d he
“damn it all, ‘twas wrong, ‘twas unfair,
And sad. I shall have no more of this sea

All of his helpers and boys filed quietly past,
The henchmen and the deck hands,
Slowly the steer reversed its path,
Crumbled dreams of fancied lands.

The cap’n shuddered sadly in his cabin,
Was there a name for a warrior his kind?
Maybe a coward, he should’ve been dubbed
But somewhere he knew, he wasn’t blind

Long hours were spent, in terse and strained silence
None of the knowing men could decipher why,
A mission abandoned was a mission forged,
And all they could, was heave a sigh.

At the port of Amorres, the warrior yelled “halt”
As his chest swelled and tore his robe,
He’d chanced upon his own maiden fair,
The prettiest from earlobe to earlobe.

Her smile widened at the sight of her man,
“Hemologus” she cried, “you came!”
“forsaken for a bit, and terribly missed,
Hadn’t I returned, I’d’ve died of shame”

The spectators were awed, and they did applaud,
At the wondrous tale so grand,
They stood bemused, as he held his dandy missus
Said “let us head on to our land”

And the sailors all cried and the parrots screeched,
And the knowing men knowingly beam’d,
For the journey to their world, their own paradise,
Had decidedly, happily resum’d!

Changer Danger!!

name says it all basically. I've changed, since the 'thing' - man, i knew my honesty was a problem with me, anyway, i guess this is the right way to go about it - slow and steady, and i will actually grow, not behave like a pseudoperson only in particular company.

Change is one thing that everybody dreads. Well, not really, because that's the only thing they've been doing consistently - but a conscious and glaring huge change. For instance, our 'break'. We've just decided to remain good (read: best) friends for a while, and over the past few days, i wasn't even assuaging a broken heart. 'Friends' is working out fine with me. Yeah, sometimes i start imagining things which this blog isn't worthy of mention for.
Well, i suppose this is more like a tribute. For all the things we'd been, the fun we'd had, the intimacy we shared (no pervert, not just the physical intimacy) biggest problem is now i won't know where the 'line' is. Sucks big time. But i know for a fact, that things will look back up, i will make them look up. I think i was responsible for the fall-out, well, i'll repair it all the way back.
As Rand would put it, her struggle was only a tribute to him, so he would fight back harder and his victory would be sweeter.
Feminists, don't read this. At the end of the day, i don't mind being his personal myrmidon - as he has submitted in me everything that he is.
Strange stuff to read huh? Pk thanks for a quote you'd used, i think it'll be appropriate here "there's not much to say, there's too much to feel"

and yes, i'm still going to Karwar, and am joining NUJS. If it "opens wounds" or brings back "stygian horrors",
So be it. I will prove my strength by handling them.

another one of those, you can't help but nod your head on and on for, come to think of it, its really touching

Crash Davis: After 12 years in the minor leagues, I don't try out. Besides, uh, I don't believe in quantum physics when it comes to matters of the heart.
Annie Savoy: What do you believe in, then?
Crash Davis: Well, I believe in the soul, the c---, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.

That

We've become immune to reality. Everyday we spend online, playing video games, watching movies, and slowly digesting whatever form of pop-culture garbage that the world feeds us is another day in which we grow further detached from the world as it really is. People believe what the world media tells them, because it's the media that tells it- even the rebellious individuals that claim to have a mind of their own are still pawns of a conspiracy that has shaped them to be the individuals they think they want to be. Regardless of race, wealth, or popular social subculture, every one of us is playing someone else's game by someone else's rules, irrevocably tied in with a destiny we've been brainwashed into believing we want. If you have freedom of speech it's because the ones pulling your strings know you don't have the capability to do it. Stop being so romantic about your rights and freedoms, they have no meaning in a world where the people abusing them are mere shadows of the ones who shed blood to acquire them. We are a cosmic joke.

That nobody gets.

i read this on some random forum. it took the breath outta me.
its so fuckin confrontational and almost entirely true. i love the honesty