The psalmist

When I met you, I thought you were the best thing ever happened to me, Well that's the thing, you see, When one falls into what one may think as 'love,' When one's 'in love', Even their smelly armpits is like fragrant, But would one sense the odour? Not when in a blind state, one won't! Pray to God, That one realize the mess after weeks, God forbid! That one snaps out of it after years, Cause by then times gone a-wastin', Opportunities of better ones come passin', The small scratch turned into a deep wound, Which may turn incurable like cancer. Be careful with this thing one may call 'love' Do you know what 'love' is? Perhaps, perhaps, one should know what it is, What and where this 'love' would get us into? Jezzy Dior 22/3/2011

Somethings I would fight for, My belief, my right, my stand, I'll send out a shout of war, Till my enemies could no longer withstand. But in somethings I'll refrain, Like as if that I've surrendered, Like a loser in a competition, Cause I don't want to be on the hurting end. For I fight for what is right, Which I plainly know in my heart, Is a battle that is an obvious clear cut, I'd give all just to win that fight. For the things that I don't quite need, Which I think I can live without, Things that may leave me blinded, Closed my door, get it out of my sight. So I settled for loneliness, To avoid me from straying, Into the unknown pathway, That may lead me into failing. Loneliness won't kill, So the famous song says, Will I rise & find the will, To try my hand in this quests? Would I fight this uncertain battle? Which I always rendered a loss? Should I set sail for this unchartered waters? Would I dare to bear the cost? I ask myself at times, Why can