Mav's blog: "Poetry"

Fascinated are these eyes
By such a sweet yet weak display of power
Am I to fear this tyrant...
Or these sheep that walk so willingly behind your shadow.

Laughing as I open these eyes of mine...
That those who so quickly protect their king
... show much more strength and power
than the one who holds them by the string.

The question will always remain
When all your buttons are stripped away
Will you be victimize..
... or will you ascend from your own little games?

 

 Better a patient man than a warrior,
       a man who controls his temper than one who takes a city.

Proverbs 16:32

 

** anyone can pull a trigger..takes alot more strength to swallow your pride and recognize defeat.

 

The sad part of gaining recognition through a button...  at the end of the day.. you're as useful as a light switch.

Walking around these halls Slowly hearing the heartless laughter Of a million lives lost to the madness Wondering how can someone have so much power Yet she walks in a glorious haze Of a beauty covered in sloth and deceit Observing all these fools honoring someone that has no valor As it praises them only if they are on their knees Family it preaches While in gluttony this monster prevails Slaying those whose eyes are open And giving everyone slowly a piece of her hell As the monster they praise slowly wraps them in their own neglect These lemmings yearn for a higher cause I finally understand that its no longer my place to preach to those who desire to be lost. ** I am free from your mindless hate. I simply fell to your lie that I was family, when in reality I just hated myself for believing you could be true.