Words for You

Speak voices of thunder to scar your lips,
Shout deafening silences across horizons,
Let prudent persons of life pay attention,
Allow the ears to accept earth whisperers,
Repeat the words for your heart’s content,
Cause an eruption to the mindless beasts,
Pray for yourself and for the less fortunate,
Letters of sword stab the eyes to shed tears,
Wound the tongue to mutter less and more,
Ordain the brain to serenity and prostrate,
Redeem your life from this imprisonment,
Demean yourself to the One the Only One.


Tuesday, 15th of February 2011

Comments

MIB said…
Absolutely MIND-BLOWING!
LOVED IT; Mashalla 3laayyyyk..you've left me faaaaaaaaaaaaaar beeehiiiind!:o *applauds*
10 March 2011 at 00:41
Bu Thyab said…
Thanks for your kind words, much appreciated!!

don't forgot to pass by from to time =)
10 March 2011 at 03:03
MIB said…
Bu Thyab, I'm EXTREMELY sorry...I've not only neglected MY blog, I've totally DC'd from Bloggers' world..w killa mn Twitter. x_x It's really just EATEN AWAY at the Blogger in me!D:

I will DEFINITELY pass by a LOT more often now; LOVE your latest posts, walla..keep it up!=D
11 March 2011 at 22:41
Bu Thyab said…
no worries, wenever u're free!
25 March 2011 at 16:13
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