Thoughts are mute and wingless birds imprisoned in a gilded cage. It is I who liberate them from their prison, and give them wings to soar and voices to sing. Words are the wings of thoughts- they help them travel and conquer worlds and minds. Words are also the voices of thoughts- they give them heed when once they were silenced by their muteness. I make birds fly and sing!
Trapped in Shades of Gray-
Is a close description, of my World.
I dont look at the World From a black-white perspective, but i live in their matrimony.
and their Matrimony is not made to be perfect. Flaw, Is beautiful.. That's my belief. Man was crafted from flaws, and yet he produces works of such splendor, such power.. that from his flaws arises perfection. Immortal perfection.
Such Works includes thought, Words.. and Imagination.
Crafts, such as Poetry, Philosophy, Art, Music..
Man is honored by his Craft.
Man is Made perfect, By his Craft.
A poet is not perfect, but his Words are.
And that is what my world is about,
Words.
I may not be Perfect,
and i will not fight a lost battle to be one.
But i want my Words to be perfect,
and that battle, i will fight until the last breath of me.
1 comment:
Mamaaah!!! Inty doctor a7een :P U'll blog when u have time....for now just keep a notebook of ideas for things to blog about...
amoooooooooooooooooooootech ana!!!
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