Friday, November 27, 2009


Shadows dance beneath the moonlight as we
prance around in the secluded forests of youth,
seemingly unaware of the things we've yet to see
in the world of artificial glow that we call the truth. 

Our faces shine with ethereal beauty, seductively enhanced by
the sultry mask of pretense. Hand to hand, face to face, we gaze
at each other pensively, failing to see as the world passes us by,
bequeathing this pretend-world for us to forevermore wander in a daze.

Listen to the erratic drumbeats, feel the wind upon your hair; close your eyes
so you could finally see the haunting images I have seen for far too long.
There is another world out there, a world that is yet to be explored; a world without lies
to chain us under the guise of innocence and happiness. We are alone in this forest where our dreams don't belong. 

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We must never permit the voice of humanity
within us to be silenced. It is Man's sympathy with all creatures that first makes him a Man.

--Albert Schweitzer

Everything can be taken from a man or a woman but one thing: the last of human freedoms to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.

--Viktor E. Frankl