I have recently realized how foolish a person can be, how childishly immature and stupid, when they lose sight of what is important in life. I have made many mistakes recently because I have lost sight. But now, thankfully, I realize my errors and can work on recovery. Life is so complex and yet so simple, I have realized. It is full of failures... they prepare us for greater successes and grant us the ability to be humble, lowly, and appreciative of life and its beauties. The mistakes of life are there to show us the true path. The falls are for us to enjoy getting back up. We are injured to rejoice in good health. Another realization... what is life but a preparation for eternity? And even though our lives may seem long or important, in fact they are minute specks of dust compared to a universe of life and an eternity of time. We are inconsiderably minuscule yet can be unbelievably effective. Every person has the gift in them, a chance to leave an imprint on the world, to improve it for everyone else. It is a duty, and none lack the gift to change their world. It is of greatest importance to me from now on to look at the big picture. When I am old and have lived a short life, as all of men's lives are, will I be upset at the mistakes I made today or will I be happy that I made them so early in my life, when they could be forgiven, forgotten, and corrected?? Will I be upset at myself for falling? Nay, indeed I'll rejoice in knowing that I could fall and get back up, I could get lost in the awe of life's stupidity and find my way back to the correct path. And I admit my mistakes, it is too late now to correct them but I indeed will try my hardest to keep them from recurring.

Adonis

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I have been thinking about
Life and its many meanings.
Of love, I know not much,
Very little, indeed about suffering.
Even slight discomforts have I not encountered.
You ask me about hardships or experiences
Or lessons I've learned from life...
Unsure are my answers,
Simple are my experiences
Unchallenged my life so far.
Growing up seems to take eternities,
And maturing is light years away.
Reality have I not fully grasped,
But I know one thing is for sure.
A line of five words is here simply placed
Bob the genius wrote it originally....
You shouldn't have trouble finding it.

Adonis

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It’d heavily snowed
And continued to bluster
While I was walking down the road
With all the smoothness I could muster.
I saw me a green toad
And I says, “Hey Buster,
You’ve been singing this ode
Relentlessly and without fluster
It’s no secret or code
And its words are lackluster.”

“All you say and repeat
Is ‘I love you, ribbit ribbit’
And at first it sound real sweet
But later, I must admit,
That its echoing in the street
Is annoying and it
Lasts for hours and repeats,
‘I love you, ribbit ribbit’
I’ve got to tell you, green toad Buster,
That its words are quite lackluster.”

“In the snow and in the cold”
Was Buster’s echoing reply
“I will sing until I’m old
And never stop before I die
While all the world looks and beholds
‘I love you, ribbit’ will I cry
And for a mount of costly gold
I’ll never stop nor take a sigh
I’ll sing it loud; I’ll sing it bold,
I love her till the day I die.”

I must admit that I was wrong
About his words being lackluster
And now I sing this joyful song
With all the pride that I can muster.
“I’ll sing it loud, I’ll sing it bold,
In the heat or in the cold,
I will not rest or take a sigh,
I’ll love you till the day I die.”


I know it is very childish and needs much work, but I love it.
Adonis

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I'm very lonely right now 

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Return to Innocence 

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When music and poetry collide, they form unbelievable pieces of art that both capture and captivate us, while letting us free from all sorts of pressures and stressors. They form the unbelievable language of song, a language practiced by all yet rarely governed, controlled, or subjugated. Genius are they that can command the singular form of poetry or music, but when they come together in the form of song, only in the case of the rarest exceptions do artists master the language so well as to touch a man deeper than the ears and the hearing sensors of the brain. They touch the man--the soul and desires, the beliefs and opinions, the very life and actions of men.
Rhythms of music make words of poetry more attractive, adding an aspect to the poems, drastically altering them. Simple rhymes become majestic and powerful when they even rhyme with instruments, and as the notes dance with the words in a marvelous ball, notes becoming partners with words and meanings of lines swaying with the nature of the music, the soul and the heart and the ear of the audience can only listen while whispering their admiration and amazement at beholding genius. And whatever they can grasp from it all, it is never everything, as genius is far above the limited descriptions of anyone, they hold on to for the rest of their lives, changing and heeding to what they heard. This is the power of truly good song.
And for me, genius and mastery of song now has a new measuring stick: Bob Dylan.

Adonis

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My dearest readers, 't's been a while and myriads of things have occured, none of which I care to mention. I will, as soon as I feel remotely ready, update with a new Teacher Rating post, as the new school year has brought along new teachers. Socially, I'm fine, physically, still adjusting to the early wake-ups now on demand. Spiritually, I'm improving, and thats always good. I find myself at a point in my life with more opportunities than ever before, and a large challenge presents itself as I look to harbor my talents and abilities and use them to their fullest. Wish me luck guys, and pray for me. I'm sure it'll all work out.

I'm writing something, does anyone have suggestions for the name of the main character?? I don't have ANY criteria, and neither male nor female. It could be humorous or dramatic, masculine or feminine. It's up to you. Comment with a name.

Thanks a bunch,
Adonis

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Weeping and crying
And screaming and sighing
And seemingly dying
And helplessly trying
And hopelessly flying
And painfully drying
And foolishly lying
I'm careless
I'm hopeless
I'm tearless
In sadness
In madness
And frustration
And dreadful observation
And silent contemplation
And thoughtless deviation
Awaiting th'invitation
Of Death and His elation

Adonis

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My new glasses... which pic do you like more, #1? 

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Or #2? 

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Margaret IS taller than me. What a shame... 

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March of the Germanians. 

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German Academy Insanity. I miss it! 

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Hair of bodyguard. 

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Is it too hard to hold my hand?
Why are things now so complicated?
Is holding back love ever a good thing?
Do we have to suffer because of them?
Is it too inconvenient to kiss me goodnight,
Or to give me a well scented hug?
Is it difficult to smile back at me,
When in a craze I smile and wave?
Is it impossible to hold my hand,
And that easy to reject it?
Is it so easy to push me back
And to sink me deep in Acheron?

Adonis

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My mind is a joker, as of late. It has developed a second, most acidulous voice. It sounds and rings in my head in an endless tintinnabulation. And worst of all, I can not fight it.
It is impossible to conquer or defeat; it knows my Achilles heels. Immediately when I try to come to my senses I feel a strange desire to follow its entrancing, seductive voice. It has a strange influence in me, and I am yet to figure out whether it is positive or negative. Indeed, with ruthless butchery this voice rings out in my head, bouncing around, turning my thoughts in whatever way it wishes.
And to stop it I had tried for weeks. But recently I found out that the voice in my head was truly my voice, my real voice, and the self that I'd been trying to hold on to was but a pleasant fiction.

-The Diary
--Adonis

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