Archive for November, 2013

Pride and Glory

Posted: November 30, 2013 in Poem

Pride and Glory

The most prized possession

The most pure and unique

It has its own worth


Pride is your own love

You value yourself

You do your best in everything

You look down on others

And it has a sharp sting


Glory is given in honor

You save the weak

You are humble and gentle

But it has a weakness

You take too much pride

Your glory isn’t everything


Pride and Glory

They are both such good things

But take it another way

It can be your murderer

Take away your Pride and Glory

The joy of life and the world


But what does Pride and Glory have to do with death?

It doesn’t

It goes away

No one cares

Even the Heaven above could careless


So what is the use of Pride and Glory?

There isn’t

It’s just for show

So don’t take it that way

Because you’ll end up alone


Innocence and Ignorance

Posted: November 30, 2013 in Poem

Innocence and Ignorance
They are both the same kind
It’s sort of like the less you know
The better you can understand
It definitely won’t work for school
But what about a life lesson?

A life lesson

We can learn
Throughout our daily life

Lessons are formed
They help us in our daily strife

The lessons learned
Speak out of turn

Without your knowledge

And with a strike
For what you believe
And never leave

From your sight

“Trapped between the devil and the angel that I used to be”
This phrase matches perfectly.
It sums up the theme
Nothing happens until the first step
So I’ve heard

And so I’ve been told,
That these rights we have
Are worth dying for.
What rights?

They are no longer here
My right to bare arms
So what do I fight with?
When they pull a trick?

The trick to end my life
Will bare palms work?

And what has become of
My freedom of speech?
It’s more like free-less of speech

No one to teach
These young kids the truth
Who are willing to learn
Willing to burn

Taking in the fruitful knowledge
All these lies built into their heads

Our men have fought
Our men have died
We have taught
We have tried
To bend their minds
To change their kind
To bring them back to life

But I refuse to hold such lies
I have heard the children cry
They want the truth

No more lies
Well here it is.
We have no rights.
They lie.
They’ve tried
To bend me to their ways
And I refuse to sway


The day will come

The old ways change

Our rights will come

In their new age


So don’t worry

Don’t panic

The children

Will be safe

Free from rules

Free from lies


The new age

The new age

Is close

To their age


That’s the lesson

It needs to thought

Or proof


It strikes our mind

With new found truth

But does this count as

Innocence or Ignorance?