June 6, 2007
mint
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Just a Priest
Sometimes there was a urge,
flowers wanted to be beautiful
fruits needed to be sweet,
boys wanted to be dark tall and handsome,
girls wanted to be special and loved,
and nature fulfilled their wishes
partially.
At this time, blue roses
blosomed on my grave,
they spoke with a silky tongue,
and asked if they were understood,
if there's no habituation,
flower couldn't be
beautiful, fruit would taste sour,
boys became shrimps and
girls would be burried in their backyards.
Nature would sigh and walk away.
I was asked today, what to do if being
mistreated alive even that they did everything
right.
I answered,
"Look at the blue roses and they would
tell you no wishes habituation can't fulfill.
Let Nature do her wonder,
and may young men and women grow wise and old,
and if you think this is what you want,
you will get it eventually."
"Sometimes you just have to give it a
bit of time, adding habituation in and
Nature will cook her chicken soup for you, sweet honey."
"And you won't remember when tis June and when tis May,
flowers will blosome everyday.
Committed and happily riding along the
joy road of life, you will find your own way home."
Child, sometimes you have to understand,
habituation is all it cost for your paralyzing urge and
beatiful needs, building your confidence and
teach you what's best for life.
Give in and get what you want,
a boy tall dark and handsome,
flowers of the paradise bird,
a girl who is beloved and hold dear,
fruits sugarly sweet,
an ideal life if life is in these flinders.
Oh, darling, but remember,
just don't bring debris back to where
blue roses are. Even if you think
they are proud to have, there is a me
guarding this wholesome land.
And may Nature rest in peace with her
wall of habituation, blue roses are protected here,
on my grave, even after I die.
