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Name: Danix
Age: A number
Location: Muntinlupa, Phils.
Hobbies: reading, writing, sleeping, eating, walking, dreaming.
Loves: music, books, poetry, sleep, food, rain, dogs.
Hates: lizards, bad manners, stress, noise, closed-mindedness.
Quotable Quote: Second star to the right... and straight on til morning.

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money
travel to europe
the most complete library in the world
world peace
happy college life
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    { Hello }
    Since I honestly have nothing to write about, I just decided that maybe I can post a poem.. or something. I'm just scared that this blog will die =S I usually write sad or dark poetry, but I guess I have a couple of (relatively) lighter ones :)

    This one is a bit old and strange.



    The Philosopher

    The child's game of Cops and Robbers
    turned to that of Fiends and Lovers.
    Hurry, smite me with a stone that will crack my skull,
    find in all my rarity that the mind is dull.
    I placed a hand over my head,
    consenting to be condemned.
    Behold the new Parthenon of the modern age,
    come worship the gods of fallen days,
    I preached and earned no reward,
    I spoke the truth that sparked up wars
    between the right and the rightful.
    Does the naked reality scare you?
    Am I a force to be destroyed?
    I know truths and I know lies,
    why beat the grass for turning dry
    when it is the sun all scorched up high?
    is it that the heavens are too far?
    that you drop down on your knees and strike the ground
    that you can reach?
    I am a mere puppet for the concepts that entangle me
    within their web of fascination and mystery.
    Do not hunger for my death, I beg you.
    Do not wish to make me bleed unto my hands,
    my Fate is not with thee.
    A timeless spell in this growing world,
    where what is sacred is fast forgotten,
    what is ancient is fast ignored,
    I bear the knowledge of Life and its heroism,
    Life and its inconsistencies,
    come bear the weight with me,
    strike me down and your freedom will not come,
    for all this, all that we live for, all that we fear,
    all that we do not know,
    is far greater than you and me.




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