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I write not because I wanted to speak but my heart wishes to convey its intellect to the farthest height to the deepest low, I am my captain and I am my slave. I’m bound to deceive no one but my own reflection, my identity is far beyond my thoughts, hidden in the myth of fire and snow. I am my own prisoner chained with ecstasy and despair, hovering in my own solitude of blissful world and death. I sing not because of a song but my heart long to be a melody of chances and circumstances of life’s uncertainty, beneath every infirmity and wealth. My anthems verbalize my soul with haste and chaste. I am no one but myself, an idle and a significant to creation. I cry not because I’m happy nor proud but because my eyes devoir me with tears. I am but a quest of frustration and delight not known to fallacy of my own personal façade, entrapped in a dungeon of my own position. This is me! I am Wordbliss Chronicle.

Thursday, March 08, 2012

My Cross



Lord, I cry for you
in a voice of heavy despair
this cross you have given me
I find it too hard to bare.

I notice the anxiety
why must I bare this one alone
but I can't hear your voice
for the sound of my own grown.

Then, I am reminded of a time
the darkest day of your life
when God turned from you
He could not bear my strife.

Lord, help me wait,
for I need to really understand
while drying my tears you held
my cross with your other hand.
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