Splashing Sounds

Let's be grateful to the ungrateful.
Let's do grace to the ungraceful.
Let's consider the inconsiderate
and
Let's love the unloving.

What's left of the flag.

Perhaps, just perhaps.
Sometimes I think too much.

Perhaps, just perhaps.
I should just listen and talk less.

Perhaps, just perhaps.
I'm incapable of doing the right things at the wrong time.

Perhaps and just perhaps, sometimes I am not all that i think i could be.

And yes, the passion is slow degrading to a past time.

Brethen

Socialising.

A term i can never ever fucking understand, period.

Unique.

I thought I was.

Oddball.

I am just one.

I call this the pre monday blues symphony.

Rope in my hand.

Let's make the same mistake twice.

The feeling of being invaded simply sucks.
Sooner or later we will all get humped.
No offence to them really, but the sudden influx is getting on my nerves.
Apparently, we are trying to win the World Cup 2050 by broadening our policies.

Perhaps it's the emotion of self protection or the the refusal to share.
It really don't matter if your head of state approves of this doesn't it?
Talk about not wanting to take up job scopes of that supposedly 'lower' social caste.
I would say his cultivation of crops has now back fired.

We don't need to apologise, for this sorry state.

Heroes.

Don't you wish someday you will be a hero.
The one that can save the world.
Will you be a masked vigilante, the no one knows that i saved their asses last night?
Or the kind that will bath in the glamor and celebrity status.

Will you save the world or lose the girl?

Not all knights in shining armor will make your dreams come true.
And remember that there is no guarantee that you will make it out alive.