Friday, January 07, 2005

A Path in the Moonlight

Life is made in a path to the moonlight. Amidst the darkness that covers our existence, we choose the way towards the unreachable light. A path we vow to tread towards the end. The road made from our own choices.

We exhuast ourselves in making sure that the path is in accordance to what we want it to be and where it will lead us. We stick to the pathway even if hell is poured upon us, a sign of conviction. The pride that we are the master of our lives, and nobody can influence what we wanted our lives to be.

Yet, to stray from the path means death. A flaw in our quest for perfection. To wander aimlessly in the darkness holds a grim future. But human as we are, we stray away from what we have aimed for. An unavoidable fact.

To deviate from the way is a common thing. Our human frailty ensures that we commit this act time and time again. The concept is not whether we strayed from the path we made, but on how many times we forced ourselvses to return to the path we had taken.

Once we get lost, the road may never be found. Yet we cannot just stay lost forever. We must put our soul to the effort of finding our pathway to the moon again. That even if we may not reach the light at the end, we have been guided by that light. The moon may be miles away, but the idea that we are walking in its rays is a sense of satisfaction that atleast, we may be doing what we think is best for our existence.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Angel Apocalypse

In the end, nothing matters anymore. As we walk on into the darkness, beings thought to be the avatars of purity shall be tainted by the sheer mockery that is existence. Fate shall decide what curses befall on each soul that walks in this bitter reality.

To trust an angel in the midst of melancholic ignorance shall be as risky as life itself. The question shall be of faith rather than the object of concrete evidences. An immense sense of faith to follow and die for the ideologies you uphold. Radicalism at its best.

Unconsiously, our good and pure intentions also have negative karma. Action equalls reaction.. reaction in its positive and negative aspects.. time only can tell.

All this shit have positive and negative implications.. it is only in the side your are on. Things may be right for you.. for your faith but will be hell for others. Thus the conflict ensues..

Which one is right??.. everyone is right, in one way or the other... the power of good intentions and its fate to destroy human existence.

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Witch Hearts

"To laugh is to risk appearing the fool...To weep is to risk appearing sentimental...To reach for another is to risk involvement...To expose ur feelings is to risk exposing your true self...To place ur ideas,ur dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss...To love is to risk not being loved in return...To live is risk dying...To hope is to risk despair...To try is to risk failure. But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing & is nothing. They may avoid suffering & sorrow, but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love & live. Chained by their attitudes, they are a slave, they have forfeited their freedom. Only people who risk are free...Blessed Be!"

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Dark Fairies

Listen to the sounds, by the myth that bounds and by those philanthropic moments that was cherished by some and not forgotten. Giving us the time for redemption into our own faith that leads us close to fate.

Everybody sees the individual, looking for someone to notice their transparency, unleashing those Dark Fairies that was trapped. About 2 years ago, searching for what is real and travel to the other side of the world. Dark Fairies believes that every summoned spirits have rhythms in our every light. Music is thy nature and imagination is thy power.

Now the time has come for a chance to reborn from the dusk.
It is we the dark fairies have the eye that no one else may know and can put into our very soul, identifying the pulse and the rhythms of your guitar, picking up thoughts that captivate our every heart and mind.

In each night and day, it will be no end and this would be the beginning for immutable course.
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