Lit – Page 9 – Emmalase

Men will talk

Men will talk, that’s what they do best. Nothing done, ever pleases them all. Do what you feel is best for you, because on your demise, life goes on. Those who care would remember your good deeds, and those who don’t will remember only your wrongs. So worry less about what men think of you, concern yourself more with what you think of yourself.

Men will talk, that’s what they do best. You think they are not watching, but they are. You think they don’t know, but they do. They just observe quietly and in silence. Till someday they speak, and you’ll be amazed the stories they’ll tell.

Men will talk, that’s what they do best. So learn to ignore what men say, and do what’s right by you. If its something that concerns you, then you shouldn’t be bothered by what men say. If it concerns them, then you should be cautious of your actions.

Emmalase.

A friend and companion.

You love and follow me when the going is good, when there is a need, a want. Then you neglect and forget me when the need is satisfied, when the want is no more.

The phone rings, and the caller is the same. Calls only for help… calls only for help.

Many called themselves my friend, but were swayed and fled when the storm came. Many who said they were with faith, that they cared and loved me. How are you any different from them.

No calls for acquaintance, no calls for check up, no gratitude, no concern for how I am. Things only a true friend would do.

I’m perceived as only a helper, not a friend. A tool, not a companion. You never hear me complain, but when I hesitate to answer, you are troubled, you complain, you say I don’t care.

For a being all mighty and powerful, yet treated with less regard. I guess I am blinded by my love for you, that I choose to ignore all your faults.

I will always answer you, I will always help you. But all I ask is that you love me as I have loved you.

I want to be your friend, I want to be your companion.

Emmalase.

I am God

You try to understand but you forget I’m God. If you did, then I won’t be God.

The foolish deny my existence, as though they could explain how everything existing fell into place, the seasons, the stars, the creatures. Can you describe how they were formed and placed strategically in the position they have always been since creations first breath.

You hear my name and you are vexed, you hear my words and you’re irked, have you ever wondered why. You cannot hate what doesn’t exist.

You are vexed by my actions, but then you forget I owe you no explanation. My ways are not your ways, if they were, then I won’t be God.

You feel I need you, but you forget I made you from nothing, and I can still make another of you if i choose.

The truth is within you, but you choose to reject it, because it speaks of your faults. So you follow those who preach false, and tell you that you’re without fault.

If only the dead could talk, they would tell stories that would enlighten you. Nothing living endures, but after death comes eternity.

Why do you call me God, that’s because I’m unfathomable, I’m incomprehensible. If you could, I won’t be God.

My instructions are simple. Love, just love yourselves, if you sincerely do, all will fall in place.

Your acceptance or rejection of the truth, cannot change its form. It only delays or draws near your salvation.

I am God.

Emmalase.

Regrets, wishes, truth IX

The unknown, only speculations, the unseen, only imaginations. Tomorrow, a place unsure and inevitable.

The thought of it troubles me, the surprises and uncertainties. Devoid of truly knowing the future, that’s the curse of being human.

I make plans, but then life has no regard for them and disrupts them. Then I plan again and it never falls in place, nothing is as it should be.

Life they say is what happens when all doesn’t go as planned. It sometimes creates the options and we choose from them.

Unfortunate if the options are limited, then the choice is mostly accepted rather than made. Talk about fate, sometimes it can be unfair.

Curiousity they say is the mother of invention, but she also killed the cat. We invented light, created machines, then diseases, and all are here to stay. Talk about destiny, it really is the path we choose for ourselves.

Nothing in life is guaranteed, not wealth, not health, not even breath. Like flowers, we blossom with beauty and smiles this minute, and the next we fade, hideous and frowned.

But then, let the days trouble be enough for the day. Who are we not to dream, if we don’t, then life is stalled.

Emmalase.

Slipping Memories

Emptiness, void, absence,
All I feel are their presence.
I gaze and behold reminders of moments that once was,
Slipping away.

Distance slowly blurs the lines.
Memories slowly slips from my mind.
Time slowly steals what’s mine.

You’ll miss me when I’m gone she said.
You’ll need me when I’m done she said.
Words, incomprehensible to a shallow heart.
Awoken feelings, incomprehensible to a hollow heart.

So distance slowly blurs the lines.
Memories slowly slips from my mind.
Time slowly steals what’s mine.

Now I strive to hold on,
Now I strain to remember.
The touch, the taste, the scent worn,
I must remember.

But distance slowly blurs the lines.
Memories slowly slips from my mind.
Time slowly steals what’s mine.

Unspoken feelings, slumbering emotions awoken,
Left unattended.
Broken heart, with burning desires like a raging fire,
Felt, unintended.

Distance slowly blurs the lines.
Memories slowly slips from my mind.
Time slowly steals what’s mine.

The days are getting longer, and the nights much longer.
With her time swayed, unnoticed, now time is stalled and noticed.
With thoughts weighing down, and wishes pending down.

Distance slowly blurs the lines.
Memories slowly slips from my mind.
Time slowly steals what’s mine.

Emmalase.

Regrets, wishes, truth VIII

Don’t let people’s definition of lifes situation influence yours. If you do, you most likely will accept defeat even before the battle begins.

Consequences, echoes of chosen choices. Like shadows, they always follow.

Truth creates trust, a gem worthy of only a few of them.

Forgiveness is freedom, makes one more a god than a man.

Never assume, never presume, always be sure. If you don’t, then you cannot insure the expectations of the future.

Emmalase.

Regrets, wishes, truth VII

Disappointment is a certainty. A flaw imbeded in all of humanity. Sometimes one needs grace to face its insanity.

So much expectations, with little or no inspiration, because no one needs your explanations for your misfortunes.

So I tell you rise from your ashes, because already you’ve felt the lashes and itchy sensation of lifes rashes.

Complain less, speak less of your plight, aim for progress and someday your perseverance will bring you greatness.

If you still draw breath, then you can also draw strength, because you need faith to defy your unfair fate.

Emmalase.

Regrets, wishes, truth VI

Success is a dream, highly achievable, but not for the faint hearted.

The road to success varies, some are chosen and some are unwilling accepted.

Either way, all share one thing in common, consequences.

There is no fair play in life, only rules. Men follow the rules, gods make them.

Define true peace, define true love, they are two sides of the same coin.

Never be afraid of failure, how would you learn to fly if you never fall.

Not everyone will love you, not everyone will hate you. But does it matter, self love is most important.

My body is riddled with scars, you can’t see them, they are well hidden in my smiles. And yet you wish to be me, if only you knew the truth about me.

Living entails patience, a point where a runner got to, a walker would also get to, only give it time.

Emmalase.

Man

Never expect anything from any man, for man is highly unreliable and undependable.

It’s Mans nature to be flawed, a curse he cannot undo.

Imperfect in every way, yet creating wonders of perfection. Highly remarkable.

Hearts full of deceit, and hate, and greed. Yet encompassing trust and love and selflessness.

They wail unceasingly about the chaos they have created that surrounds them, yet do little or nothing to calm its flame.

Sometimes it seems as though they know their fate, and have accepted it rather than defy it. Very unusual.

A world where all is in a race after something, or from something.

So much wealth and plenty and happiness, yet so much wretched ness, and absence and sadness.

Man, a driving force fueled by the insatiable desire for more, consuming all in his path for self fulfillment.

Their future, so uncertain. Their dreams, so unsure. All resting on the fragile hands of hope.

Love Man, hate Man, it doesn’t change what they are. I guess we should learn to accept them as they are.

Emmalase.

Heart to heart

Both our hearts are synched
Took some time to realize it was love
Now our pain is one, now our joy is one
She is beauty given form
An embodiment of what love is to be.