My Silent Prayer

A PLEA FOR AN ANGEL

 

Overwhelming thoughts fill my mind
as I lay down,

Hoping to fall into a deep
peaceful slumber,

Even the gentle winds of this silent
night,

Helps not to reduce my plight,

And I can’t help but
remember…

 

There’s an angel suffering
and twitching in pain,

For a mark, a twinge she does
not deserve,

I know not why, no reasons lain,

This predicament a puzzling
curve,

 

For if the answer was as
straight as the way a crow flies,

My dim-witted brain might comprehend,

But try as I may I cannot fathom,

It’s like counting the
ocean’s sand.

 

And so I prayed,

Though I have seldom truly prayed,

That I might be heard though vaguely,

Through the countless voices
screaming out,

For their wishes so aplenty,

And from within this overbearing
clatter,

My earnest desire would be
heard,

Fainter, but
clearer.

 

For I’m concern for this
angel, whose presence so bright,

Illuminated my life which was
once dark and shadowed,

It hurts me severely.

Why? Such an ailment,
can’t I have it instead?

This pain she has to bear, I
willingly want a share,

And so I pray for her, may her tribulation
be light,

May she soon recover, and may
she know that I truly care.

 

 

 

What a Bimbo!

On their wedding night, the bride tells her husband, "Honey, you know I'm
a virgin and I don't know anything about sex. Can you explain it to me first?"

"OK, Sweetheart. Putting it simply, we will call your
private place 'the prison' and call my private thing 'the prisoner'. So what we do is we put the prisoner in the prison.

And then they made love for the first time.

Afterwards, the guy is lying face up on the bed,smiling with satisfaction.

Nudging him, his bride giggles, "Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped."

Turning on his side, he smiles. "Then we will have to re-imprison him."

After the second time they spent, the guy reaches for his cigarettes but the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience of making love, gives him a suggestive smile, "Honey, the prisoner is out again!"

The man rises to the occasion, but with the unsteady legs of a recently born foal. Afterwards, he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.

She nudges him and says, "Honey, the prisoner escaped again."

Limply turning his head, He YELLS at her, "Hey, its not a life sentence, OKAY!

Masks Galore!

Many of us are living lives in which we put a facade of confidence and pride that nobody sees the real essence that's hiding inside, craving for the chance to show itself...to proclaim to the world that this is the real me, this is what i really feel, and this is what i truly am inside. How many of us can honestly say that "what you see is what you get"? I wish i could...but the fact of the matter is that sometimes the world might not be receptive of our true thoughts and emotions, and in order to be accepted as a friend, we put on "masks" to hide the so called "ugly" side of us and we keep it hidden so well that even we ourselves find it hard to understand our own deepest honest feelings. Often we also use these masks to convey the message that "Hey! I'm stronger than you, I'm better looking than you, I am smarter than you, in short I'm BETTER than you" when deep inside, we can't even accept ourselves for who we really are. How many of us are living our lives this way? Why do we have to? For self-esteem? To feel better about ourselves? What's the use of everyone else thinking that they are inferior to you when deep inside, you feel that you are nothing? Why do we need to compare ourselves with others anyway? Aren't we all special? Aren't we all unique in our own ways? Why strive to be a mirror image of someone else whom we think is better looking, or better behaved, or better in any other way when we can work to just be the best we can as ourselves? This post was caused by a river of thoughts which engulfed me today when somebody purposely tried to irk me by doing something which he knew would hurt my feelings and make me feel down, but did it anyway to try and give me the impression that he was better than me and that i didn't stand a chance against him in a certain issue. The funny thing was that i felt that i could see right true the grand charade and i wonder, why? would it make him feel better? I just acted ignorant, as usual cause i felt he was lame. But it did send me a message about him which i doubt he intended to send. Was i really that observant? or was it just a figment of my wild imagination...I'll never know, but it did remind me of a song i wrote a long time ago "What I'm Not Saying" which I hope might get some people thinking. The message was taken from a poem i read once upon a time, and the words are reflections of my thoughts then, and now.

A Song I Once Wrote

WHAT I'M NOT SAYING

My friend, take a look at me,
What do you see?
I'm happy and free...
But then, take a look closer,
Is that really me?

Cause I try to act real strong,
Just to belong,
Hoping that we'll get along...
But that's just a mask you see,
It isn't me,
And I'm trying hard to set myself free....

[Chorus]
Don't listen to what I say,
Or look at what I display,
But listen to what I'm not saying,
And look at what I've been hiding,

Inside this self-built prison walls,
Lies a creature that's scared and lonely,
Now take a look closer,
That small frightened creature,
That creature is me.


And now after all these years,
And shedding of tears,
I'm facing my fears...
But then, everyone laughed at
the image i showed...

So i couldn't throw my masks,
Too hard a task,
I guess that to the grave
these masks will last,
Instead of self liberty,
I got enslavery,
Though i tried so hard to set myself free...

[Chorus]
So take a look closer,
That small frightened creature,
That creature is me.