Begin with the end in mind,

See death as the final destination

Someone who long for a rejuvenation of childhood innocent in this world of hypocrisy and irony... Someone who long for a touch of love in this cold and heartless strange land... Like a fallen angel, heaven seems to be so near, yet so far from me... Begin with the end in mind. Think death as the destination, As we edge closer to it everyday I love you

Sunday, March 26, 2006

she & he

Random poem of the day: She & He

Her beauty could stun the blind,
Her warmth could melt the frozen heart,
Her intelligence could humble the wise,
Her love could taunt just any man,

Her unassuming grace. Her unpretentious elegance. Her cool equanimity.

God must be feeling particular generous the day she was created,
For her life is an impeccable art.


His look could thrill every plastic surgeon,
His warmth could keep the ice solid,
His intelligence could thwart the best educator,
His love could terrify just any woman

His stubborn persistence. His unbelivable imbecility. His foolish pugnacity.

God must be feeling particular prankish the day he was made,
For his life is an unmistakable joke.

Diego Ryo
26 March 2006



Post-Poem:
What if one day you found that your life is a mirrow of that of the girl in the poem? a masterfully executed art? Would you thank God for that? or would you hate the perfectness of your life?

What if one day you found out that your life is an exact replica of that of the man in the poem? An unmistakable joke. Would you want to finish the joke? or would you wish to undo the prank?

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