blazing ideas's Xombytes

Look at the people in your sorroundings
With a bad scenes happening every morning
They will never stop from crying
They have wounded hearts that are aching.

Do you hear the voice of this generation?

Rejoice! For you were not born at all
You'll always be a baby so small
With perfect body and soul
No one will disturb your deep silence
You'll never experience hardship nor penitince
For life on earth is full of sacrifice

Go beyond the distance no matter how far
Follow the desire of your heart through the guiding star
Be brave and walk with faith
Even when you're crossing a perilous lake
Or in the crossroads of bitterness

Blogging nowadays is very popular because thousands of people around the world maintain a blog. It is like the Friendster craze that many become an addicted to it, like a vice that will never get out into our system. It seems that you have to live with it.

His name is Ben. He is very popular in our place because he is the only one who roams around the village with a dog in tow. I first saw him when I was a kid, way back in 1989. He is tall, thin and with white hair. I assume that he is now already 50 years old or more. Ben is so kind, the only difference is that his mindset is like that of a child's. Other people who do not understand his situation call him "crazy." I never heard that he hurt anyone. But the sad thing is, Ben was once hurt by drunk construction workers when Ben passed by in front of them. Just imagine, they beat Ben although he cannot fight back. They are the crazy ones, not Ben who is innocent about the world.

There is a man who loves the moon
He sits down under the shady afternoon
He waits for the moons shadow to see his reflection
When it happens there is neither loneliness nor rejection.

The moonlight gives force into his head

Theres a flame inside that will be extinguished
It is very chilly, full of pain and anguish
The desire of your heart has been wet
In the darkness youre toppled and upset.

One that becomes hot is your temper

Why do we have to appreciate and admire?
These little things will soon turn into desire
Which we cannot extinguish like a blazing fire
Until we are lost and drowned into the mire.

Why we are so bold and beyond compare?

You hated yourself because you felt that your life was all vanity

A illusion you made, a product of your insanity

Sometimes you think that you're flying like a bird

A delusion due to the drugs you took affected your head.