Reprehension has gotten the better of me. Despite the vastness of the "interwebs" that lay before me, I need space to rework this inner coding.
Postponed till further notice,
~Chiko.
Reflective Metal Ball 5x7
5 years ago
May 31, 2008
May 27, 2008
Fight Against Perplexity
It has become a regular occurrence, or so it seems, to experience a likeness of not being the sharpest tool in the shed. I might not be able to calculate PI cubed off the top of my head, nor do I have the most grandiose of vocabularies within the regions which are my brain, but one thing is for sure - I can think. It is wonders what one can concoct when you are bombarded by perplexing ideals. This new found insight has fueled me with the prerogative to run my life how I desire it to be lead.
With that said, I can appropriately say I am a fighter. It makes me that much stronger. Makes me work a little bit harder. Makes me that much wiser. So thanks for making me a fighter. Made me learn a little bit faster. Made my skin a little bit thicker. Makes me that much smarter. So thanks for making me a fighter.
You might have speculated I would forget, wipe from my mind the falsehoods of your liturgy. But I remember. Comprehend the totality of each entity, I might not. But I remember. So note this, I shall not succumb to your trickeries so easily, my good fellow. Despite your tenacious adeptness to paint a world with your words, in these hands of mine, I hold the corrosive vial to melt away that phantasm. Why? Because I am a fighter. I will grant you to concede this, disregarding the thickness of the illusion you conceived and the time lapse it would take to shatter it, in the end you'll see, you can't stop me.
Surrounded by a shroud of enigma, but standing proudly,
~Chiko!
With that said, I can appropriately say I am a fighter. It makes me that much stronger. Makes me work a little bit harder. Makes me that much wiser. So thanks for making me a fighter. Made me learn a little bit faster. Made my skin a little bit thicker. Makes me that much smarter. So thanks for making me a fighter.
You might have speculated I would forget, wipe from my mind the falsehoods of your liturgy. But I remember. Comprehend the totality of each entity, I might not. But I remember. So note this, I shall not succumb to your trickeries so easily, my good fellow. Despite your tenacious adeptness to paint a world with your words, in these hands of mine, I hold the corrosive vial to melt away that phantasm. Why? Because I am a fighter. I will grant you to concede this, disregarding the thickness of the illusion you conceived and the time lapse it would take to shatter it, in the end you'll see, you can't stop me.
Surrounded by a shroud of enigma, but standing proudly,
~Chiko!
May 19, 2008
Chaotic Ideals
A melodious mentor once professed,
Thy head is occupied with reams of thought.
Churning strained focus past the point of stressed,
They orbit the mind to make thy distraught.
Pull forth the fastidious fuss of thy wit,
To cast away the hectic edge of life.
You fool! You be too childish to admit,
How constitutions cause undesired strife.
Be not inauspicious in when to seize,
A moment to make thy self much appease.
Living in a halcyon juncture,
~Chiko!
Thy head is occupied with reams of thought.
Churning strained focus past the point of stressed,
They orbit the mind to make thy distraught.
Pull forth the fastidious fuss of thy wit,
To cast away the hectic edge of life.
You fool! You be too childish to admit,
How constitutions cause undesired strife.
Be not inauspicious in when to seize,
A moment to make thy self much appease.
Living in a halcyon juncture,
~Chiko!
May 16, 2008
Liturgy's Sonnet
I vow here not to write for thy contempt,
Performing for the undying masses.
To fall short with a lowly failed attempt,
Thy eyes bear witness behind fogged glasses.
For the trueness of my ego proceeds,
I am what I am, my fondness lacks breath.
Not I will divulge into sins or deeds,
To bond to thy rule, a fate like Macbeth.
Now let my soul rest, you lack potent gal,
I am me, myself, not you; and that is all.
Uniquely Yours,
~Chiko!
Performing for the undying masses.
To fall short with a lowly failed attempt,
Thy eyes bear witness behind fogged glasses.
For the trueness of my ego proceeds,
I am what I am, my fondness lacks breath.
Not I will divulge into sins or deeds,
To bond to thy rule, a fate like Macbeth.
Now let my soul rest, you lack potent gal,
I am me, myself, not you; and that is all.
Uniquely Yours,
~Chiko!
Ode to a Loyal Love
I was indulged to this some time ago,
That if you love something to set it free.
And if it felt alike it would bestow,
Upon you honor to a mild degree.
But lead not thy self with deathless false hope,
If it loves thy truly it might return.
So withdrawal not to play a sickly mope,
Keep thy chin held high to live and let learn.
Alas if hope falls short say nay to fear.
I shall shed you but one last lonely tear.
Forever yours,
~Chiko<\3
That if you love something to set it free.
And if it felt alike it would bestow,
Upon you honor to a mild degree.
But lead not thy self with deathless false hope,
If it loves thy truly it might return.
So withdrawal not to play a sickly mope,
Keep thy chin held high to live and let learn.
Alas if hope falls short say nay to fear.
I shall shed you but one last lonely tear.
Forever yours,
~Chiko<\3
May 9, 2008
The Time Lapse Begins
The feeling of familiarity has been floating in the air the past few days, whirling around in a cloud surrounding my head. Brisk moments of deja vu strike me as I stumble along this somewhat new path.
Although I brushed off the incidents as nothing, repeatedly reassuring myself that it was nothing, I reached a nirvana of sorts for this crisis I face. After enduring a sentimental roller coaster wild and long enough, with a surprising amount of air time, to make even the most crazed roller coaster fanatic heave their innards, I reached a conclusion that enough is quite adequate. It's time to smash the bottle in which I have cached so much.
With the bottle smashed, I can pick up any hidden treasures from among the glass shards, shine them up with a quick rub and hope they'll turn out alright. It might take a blow torch and some aid from a glass blower, but we can rebuild it. Better, Faster, Stronger.
To sum it up now, the storm has blown over and the waters sit calm. My little blue boat still remains afloat. Yay! Despite the sharks lurking around beneath the murky surface, I'm paddling my way home, slowly but surely.
Patiently yours,
~Chiko<3
Although I brushed off the incidents as nothing, repeatedly reassuring myself that it was nothing, I reached a nirvana of sorts for this crisis I face. After enduring a sentimental roller coaster wild and long enough, with a surprising amount of air time, to make even the most crazed roller coaster fanatic heave their innards, I reached a conclusion that enough is quite adequate. It's time to smash the bottle in which I have cached so much.
With the bottle smashed, I can pick up any hidden treasures from among the glass shards, shine them up with a quick rub and hope they'll turn out alright. It might take a blow torch and some aid from a glass blower, but we can rebuild it. Better, Faster, Stronger.
To sum it up now, the storm has blown over and the waters sit calm. My little blue boat still remains afloat. Yay! Despite the sharks lurking around beneath the murky surface, I'm paddling my way home, slowly but surely.
Patiently yours,
~Chiko<3
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