Wednesday, October 24, 2007
had odac training in the morning. i prayed hard i wouldnt, i tried so hard to keep myself from doing it, but it still happened.
my knee fucked up.
again.
im starting to wonder if the weakness of my mind is being translated out into a physical manisfestation. i wouldnt be surprised anyway. but the last dregs of my pride is starting to wittle away. which is good. im disppointed my knee failed, but im happy i actually made myself useful. i cheered my frens on. and ended up fucking my damn knee up even more. heh. hard to imagine it's psychological when it hurts so fucking bad rite now. XD hoho. icing now. ... past 10 min interval. no sign of ice burn. but i should remove it. but i cant. im still typing. haha.
mr told me his reasons for putting that line in the recent letter. i think im buying it. cause i know myself too. my physical sucks. to dante's hell. so. wad do i do? i have no fucking idea, drop outta phase 2 i guess. ... :( but i so wanna go! .. frag. but from what ive thought bout so far, im gonna at least make sure i can qualify to go. so even if i choose not to go, i earned my place. yea. that's the way sia! whoo. ... astronomy is a mystery. XDD
i changed my blogskin. looks emo rite? well it's not. it's just... . black. very black. e words were originally black too. changed to white. no point having a blog if u cant see a damn thing right? yea. that's the way.
ive got a poem here.
A Man Of Time
his hands shake,
gripping desperately to his ash wood spear
his legs tremble,
not with fear.
never.
but with the years that pile on his back.
crushing his spine.
his beard is white,
like an unstained winter,
with creases around his bright eyes,
like the crest of mount olympus.
only the set of his mouth,
that taut line,
gives away his unbreakable pride.
the years have been unkind in many ways,
taking things precious from him,
shattering heart, breaking his bones,
rendering his very strength to naught.
his soul is chained,
by the very body that he manifests.
old/young thanatos,
he strides from across the glade
where this proud Spartan stands.
and with him, lurks despair.
unflinching, the Spartan stands,
and in him, the ages long past
flares like the rising sun.
with a defiance broad and bare,
thanatos is faced.
but the smile of Death is kind.
he says
"yon years have passed,
like the rain in thou mountains,
flowing past many a river,
into the wide open sea.
now be free, and walk hither with me.
ye proud warrior of yon fathers."
and so a new road he takes,
this man.
this Spartan.
freedom to his soul,
so long tethered
and confined.
freedom.
and whence upon a time,
the lions of the Thermopylae roared.
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