Cruel Fate...

Thou detest such cruel fate
For thyself hath no means to be merry
Shalt not falter for depression bears disaster
Nor my soul succumb to thy darkness within
Endless misery accompanies me be
Stored hatred kept eating my past
Linger me be, suffering of the damned
Yearned affection, only hath lies and deceit
Lest not be, emotional instability
Hasten thyself, dwelling place of the wretched
O come ye, sick, demented Logic
For ye hath called wrath upon thyself
To expulse dreaded words, caused rage
To touse thyself, edge of despair
Sent forth still bloodshed, without reaping for remorse
Thy killings hath became prominent
Sands of time, be slow to corrode
Shivering howling of the moon
Trenched thyself with eye rain
And all mines hath claimed me doom
Lost hope, why such cruel fate
End this tyranny with a slash of thy sword
Life slipped away, drought of essence
Meaning hath no purpose but to exhibit turmoil
Reaching thine; grasp of idealism
Distraught me be, citizen of this world
Shine lost glitter, color became bland
For humanity itself hath turned on thyself
Clinches towards unpromising future
Lest not be, everlasting happiness
Shalt not halt, time tries to stop me
Endless shrieking of the vile
Now hear ye, people of this planet
For thou hath stopped ye from thy judgment
Take not for me, thou hath not prove thyself
Maketh haste, victims of society

Alone...

Today, after coming home from work....
Feeling empty and incomplete be
Tried to reach out a bunch of times, but to no use
Slowly, steadily, sadness creeps inside me

What else must happen?
Fill this void with cold shivering air?
Whilst walking alongside veteran's park
Feeling demented and despair...

There is no one, no, wait, I am alone
But a lot of people looking at me like what the ****
Thinking when will this darkness of mine end...
To no avail, realizing there was no luck

Desperately seeking, i walked past by the eyes
Of the judgmental teens creeping me within
Found out after walking this long-winding path
There is no hope in this world we living in

Churning through my soul, shadows of my past
Began to ponder, eyes started to rain
Ever wonder what have you been searching for?
To take away the problems that cause you pain?

Looking back. saw trees and grass and strangers alike
Turning around, headed for nowhere
But to understand that no one can help you
Experiencing finally, life isn't fair

Why am i depressed, you may ask..
There's alot of things going on in my head
Like for instance, felt the remorse for a dear friend's loss
Or lacking romance, a lifetime's worst mend

Clenching fists as I slammed the ground
Neighbors looking at me asking "What's his problem?"
Didn't pay them no mind, continued walking
Imagining what's beyond post-mortem

But after reaching my car, made it around the park
Lasted no more than what I've expected
Went to the church, got inside the chapel
Prayed for things i should have repented
Then finally, asking for help
Stating "Give me a sign" if I'm ready for love
Then, three girls came inside, in succession
Looks like a gift from up above

Thus, my everlasting devotion to the one on top
Oversees everything our heart's desire
Guides you to the path leading to salvation
Doing must we can, before the last retire

Then again, I am but not alone
Walking along his footsteps, I push forward
Vented with nature, and the breeze blown away
Eyes fixated at me, maketh thyself felt awkward

To those of you who tried and failed
May i suggest just have enough faith
For he listens to everything we need
Just have patience and it'll come for those who wait

Ole' to ol' English!

Thou of hest shalt not be named
Single strand of ambiguity within
Lest not be of wrath by nature
But by nature be which be of cure

Solely standing of intrepidity
Behold thy goddess' serendipity
Thou hath maketh forged smiles
Of the depressed, oppressed, and thy vile

In continuum of thou babble
In retrospect for thy prattle
Begone, animosity of the common
Liketh thou hath angels be summoned

Lest the pompous strutting
Or to detest argumenting
Ideas come as clear as sea
By you hath bear fruit with glee

Must thyself became to a halt
'Fore cretins and wretches appalled
Thou art symbolized ravished beauty
Thy lived within you for eternity

Babble of words (part 5 - Patience)

Title: Babble of Words (part 5 - Patience)
Topic: Patience
Author: Bryan Hizon

Why, hello there mate!
Care for a debate?
Patience: can relate?
Please do so not hate.

Bab of words is back
For the fifth time, i think
I believe my mind would fly
But my intellect would sink

Patience is defined
Willingness refined
Fillings are confined
Negatively blind

To wait for something
That’s really what it is
Eager to longing
For something like this:

Loving someone,
Waiting anyone,
Hoping everyone,
Hating no one.

Loving someone, first in line
Isn’t anyone? Please recognize
Patience given all the time
Perfect term for it is "compromise"

Waiting for anyone, that’s next, right?
Like a hangout, meeting, or flight
Even if late or out of sight.
When they arrive, brings much delight

Hoping everyone, third I bet?
Patience is given, don’t forget!
All bad stuff seen on all you’ve met
Repaying them without regret

Hating no one, would you believe?
Even the meanest man that lived?
Patience is shown as a virtue
How anyone can? I have no clue

I think I ran out of ideas
My forehead is aching already
So this is me bryan signing out
See you all next time, perhaps maybe?

:P bryan (:

Babble of Words (part 4 - Courage)

Title: Babble of Words (part 4 - Courage)
Topic: Courage
Author: Bryan Hizon

Courage, the source of all strength.
Urge of feeling that someone meant.
To fight for something, everything spent.
Up to death, even your life is sent.

Part 4, of my diary you may say.
When did I start? Maybe since May?
I’m not doing this in order to sway.
Not even because I want some fray.

Back to the topic, not to be impolite or rude.
I’m here to gave my revelation of Courage.
I’m not tryin’ to impress anyone, you know.
Time to diffrentiate it to it’s root - called "rage".

What’s the difference? Anyone who knows?
I wish that where I’m livin’ it suddenly snows.
For me, Courage is a feeling with a purpose.
For rage is hatred toward the one you oppose.

Courage, may also be similar.
To craziness, it may sound familiar.
To rush into things, without even thinking.
The consequences it has make you feel like sinking.

Courage can also be productive.
Like when you speak out.
To say what you feel, to be impulsive.
To express explicitly, using your mouth.

It can also be used as stimulus.
Like to engage in skirmish.
To fight for honor, glory and pride.
I hope no one dies, I wish.

Cowardice, the opposite of which.
It can happen to anyone of us.
The insight of death, can make you twitch.
To overcome thus, Courage is a must.

Last 2 paragraphs of this chapter.
Something to say? Please do not falter.
"To live life without any regret".
Quote from Naruto, don’t forget!

I think this topic had come to the end.
Any opinion? Hopefully you’ll send.
Hopefully this babble will be mine’s to mend.
Anyone interested to be my friend?

:P bryan (:

Babble of Words (part 3 - Hope)

Title: Babble of Words (part 3 - Hope)
Topic: Hope
Author: Bryan Hizon

Hope, the third installment of this note.
Like it or hate it, please do so vote.
I’m writing this even though I’m hungry.
If you disagree with this, please don’t be angry.

Hope is somewhat misunderstood.
It’s somewhat compared to faith.
The two of them are very similar.
"Never let food left to wait".

Hope is believing.
Faith is understanding.
Hope relies on feeling.
Faith is to convincing.

Hope can be simple.
To put into someone.
It can also be complicated.
To give it to just anyone.

Hope can be good.
Like a birthday wish for someone.
Hope can be bad.
Like waiting for the lost loved one.

I have not a grudge on Hope.
Nor would I hate it.
I just have an insight.
I’m not askin you to believe it.

But instead, I’m more focused into both sides.
Differentiating between good and bad Hope.
If I enlighten some of you, then it’s nice.
If I didn’t, I guess it’s mine to cope.

It can be related to trust.
Having confidence in someone is a must.
To give it, shall not be so fast.
Or else, it’s like an undercooked pie crust.

Hope, when recieved.
Shall never be decieved.
To feel so relieved.
That someone believed.

So, keep this in mind.
When Hope is given to you.
Please do so not be blind.
That someone cares for you.

Hope can also be for yourself.
It is not restricted to giving others.
So, do your part as well.
And kindness will come from the Lord, Our Father.

That’s it for the meantime.
It’s gettin’ hot in here.
So, goodbye for now and see you all next time.
For bry’s "babble of words" had come to the rear.

:P bryan (:

Babble of words (part 2 - time)

Title: Babble of Words (part 2 - Time)

Topic: Time

Author: Bryan Hizon


Time is the topic for today’s argumentation.
Please be assured that I’m not causing any confrontation.
I’m just here to state my opinion.
And for you to understand my interpretation.

To start off with, let me ask you a question.
Why is Time associated with affection?
Or love as young ones call it.
To intertwine both, that’s how I see it.

I know I may not make any sense.
I know that maybe be true.
I know some of you may think I’m crazy.
Maybe I need to tighten my screws.

I just noticed Time is an excuse.
For good or for bad, it may be used.
Neither of them, to put into focus.
I just wanna let my thoughts loose.

Sometimes Time is precious,
As precious as gold.
Sometimes it can be deadly,
As person as cold.

It may be important to some folks.
Like an athlete, prisoner, or a doctor.
For them, every second counts.
Every minute and hour accounted for.

Time can also be invaluable.
You can call it inexpensive.
It can be described flawed, if able.
It can also be destructive.

Invaluable? Why may you ask?
An easy question for a simple task.
Like the one’s stated, two paragraphs before.
"Every second counts, every minute accounted for."

Inexpensive, you can say.
No amount of money can buy.
It’s so important, so hold it tight.
Lightspeed fast, Time could fly.

Flawed is next? Am I not right?
No one can alter it, not even one who’s might.
Yesterday, tomorrow, and today, as we know it.
In the future, someone may change it.

Destructive, last on the list.
It’s so powerful, not even close to least.
Used in bombs, kidnappin, of other crimes.
People misuse it, at most times.

I think I’ll stop here, my head hurts a bit.
But not ‘cuz I’m out of my senses.
It is due to a physical condition.
Commonly called "Clogged Sinuses".

So if you’re havin fun or havin relief.
Or just wanna know some of my belief.
Just stay tuned for the next rendition.
Of bryan’s babbling of words edition.

:P bryan (:

Babble of words

Before you read this, whatever you think 'bout the subject, just keep it for now and msg me 'bout what you taught ok?

TITLE: Babble of Words

TOPIC: Love

AUTHOR: Bryan Hizon

Love is a feeling almost everyone wants
but it is neither good or bad
Love gives contentment and happiness
it can also make you angry and sad

Love is either coincidence or fate
that's what everyone think
It can also make you do things
Up to the point of someone's brink

Love is always given
and it shall never be asked
Love is always earned
The reason for it is vast

Love hurts, thats what all say
you can even think "come what may"
Occasionally, it may cause dismay
Until all your hair turn gray

Love is so beautiful
thus, you feel like you can fly
But, it can be harmful
To the peak that you wanna die

Love can be productive
if you use it as inspiration
It can create wonderful things
if it fuels you as motivation

What am I tryin to say?
that love isn't the game we wanna play?
Or should we be cautious?
That, we may hurt someone so precious?

Don't mind me, it's all in my mind
this is only a babble of words
I think love is so inexpensive
that not anyone can afford

If you have a note 'bout this
there are only two choices
It is either agree or disagree
just let your inner voice say

There are more to state bout this subject
but I urgently have to finish this off
So, thanks for readin' this twaddle
'Cause my aunt wishes me to sign off

:P bryan (:

Difference bet Physio and Emo pain (inc)

Emo is inside, Physio is out
Physio has wounds, Emo can’t bleed out
Physio heals with treatment, Emo with time
I know you can heal yours, but can you treat mine?

Emo causes stress, i guess thats a factor
I need a doctor, not a doctor-pretending actor
To heal both my pain, i’d risk it all
Save me from this cliff before i’d fall

Physio is painful, but only at the beginning
maybe its a fracture, or your head spinning
But the big difference with emo pain
is that physio wounds dont remain