HonourWhat is honour??Honour
Is it the sword
or the bullet..
I tell you no it is not
It is the spirit It is the soul
It is the essence of being human..
To give respect to those who do not deserve it To recieve respect with humility and grace
To be honourable is not to allow evil to prevail.. To be honourable is not to think of ones self..
But to think of the greater good
To think of light when there is only dark To think of love when there is only hate
And to think with your soul and not your mind.. &
ListenListenListen
Have you heard it?
The screams The whispers
Have you heard the blood drip? Have you heard the hearts of men break?
Listen
Listen to the pain Listen to the anguish
Have you heard the world crack? Have you heard the minds of men snap?
You listen ..
But you have not heard.
As the blood rushes .. As the faith eats away at your soul..
Listen to the sound of nothing Listen to life. Listen to death..
They will tell you something
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A fathers sonIt was a day like all the others. Suddenly a freind of the family stops me in the street.. In the middle of the conversation she oddly remarks that look so much like my father. I laugh a little shake my head and we go our seperetway. After that my mind started realing at the the thought of me actually being my fathers son. If I look like him dA fathers son
ink stained handsAs she holds her pen to the page Here darkest nightmares and most blessed dreams flow forthink stained hands
Her wants
Her desires
Her fears come alive..
As the ink runs through the pages
As does her blood stain the sheet with passion
Her soul is etched into every line
Every shade
Every brilliant red is carved into her drawings
In the pen she holds more then ink.. She holds memory She holds faith
she holds hope
Her toil for perfection is here drive
Her pain and determination breaks her off from the world
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It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to.
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