A Lesson I Learned From Solid Snake

We work for the future from the memories of the past.  The children today are our heroes tomorrow.  They'll grow as far as the next generation takes them.  We are not tools for our government, only tools for ourselves for our own journey.  Our paths are paved by our interest, Love, passion, desires and things we craft.  Our world can only be our world only if we let it.  There is no war outside our head.

The object of Life is not to amass riches or to reach a standard rather to find a stand and stand up for what you believe.  To build a legacy that we desire, that's our goal.

The more Life is open, the more Life is free.

The Children of Love and Fire

2 children burn a car down
2 children dance around it with no control
2 children see the world as a sea of Love
These 2 children know they can never be sold
They open the waters to break the world free
But the world will never see...  The world may never know.

The floods have flown to the east
And there they meet a great beast
With a presence soo discreet
A Lion is heard making a squeak

A deal is laid on the table
All is true, there is no fables
Each would be made
No delusions, no shade

One burns the flames of a thousand mystical fires
The other radiates the beauty of everyones most passionate desires
Both come together knowing a change is dire
Both have dreams, stands, beliefs, purposes, accomplishments, goals, wishes but still labeled pariahs

The Love is relevant
The Fire is eminent
They move uncelibate
But they know their motives are never to hurt

Heathans of today, revolutionaries of tomorrow

"For some knowledge, you may borrow
No need to give it back for we are all children of the same sorrow" says the one who burns the flame

"All hands on deck to lift up our tomorrow
No beast, no fury can stand up to our never ending light to prosper" says the one who Loves the fight

They rise up their fist and shout out their name
They rank high on this pedestal and believe not in no shame
For they see the sins in all man's faces
And believe we fall under the same graces

"Read peoples thoughts?"
They would know not to intrude
For having this ability would even be rude
Respect a man's privacy, respect a man's Life
They see that Life has true value

They speak their ideology to the world
They fight to make sure that their message is being heard
For they don't fight for petty greed
They rather be sacrifices and make the world free

The Love opens the heart and the mind
While the Fire burns the passion that makes us divine
They are gurus of their time
They don't keep track of their mystical finds
Love and effort is all you will find
When you walk to these soldiers
Gems are only in sight
Swine might be sinful
But even a pig shows Love to all of his kinfolk

They ravage the lands, they play not for the soft folks
Any hatred in their plan comes off as a soft joke
They are warriors in their prime who forget what the past wrote
They walk calmly and gracefully on Life's tightrope

"Who are they?"  Says those that wonder

"We are just flesh of this earth.  All of our differences are made and decided by different witnesses."  Says the Fire

To them, walking on Earth was a blessing.  They took nothing for granted, barefoot in the grass so they can feel humble with the plants there.

The world opens their eyes to them.  They finally see their world as it opens up.  So far, it's just the same as their own world.  The world found the empathy it was looking for.

Two children born from different powers are here to show the world how the battle between good and evil can be devoured.  This is their hour.  What will be of the world's tomorrow?  They move diligent and intelligent to give the world a gift that it has felt soo ravenous for:  A heart that bleeds the flames of a God and a pariah.

Empathy.

Hope

Hope gives us strength to endure what is ahead
We rise out of bed each day looking to be fed
We plant the seeds of our labor hoping one apple will fall from the tree
But is this the way to be free?
Walk your path alone until you meet someone that'll throw you a big enough bone that will make you put the rest of Life on postpone
Then ask yourself, "Are you free?"
Set fire to the path I walk along trying to make due with the mistakes I've come by
Still...  the world does not comply...
Still...  I never give up, you'll always see me try
This haunted house has finally burned down.  The ghost have finally moved on and let go, no longer protecting this hollow ground.
As the smoke rises, happy faces arise
As the ashes scatter, you can still hear the lost words of the ghost chatter
But in the ashes you can see the angels play
From these ashes, is the sign that all memories fade
Grow from these ashes, a pheonix rises and hope is here for another day

To Let Me Down

Disappointment hurts.  It hurts most when it is from yourself.  You work hard towards something and eventually you make mistakes.  Mistakes can be avoided, but sometimes it feels like a mistake is all you can make.

You walk through the doors of righteousness, you stand tall in the face of defeat, you prosper even when the obstacles weigh a ton but eventually you give out.  You try your best to avoid the temptation, not give in to your desires, but in the end you must ask yourself what do you do it for?

Are you trying to reach a new level of enlightenment?  Do you feel you are not good enough for the path you are on?  Do you feel you have failed before you started to make the moves you really wanted to make?

This is only some of the questions I ask myself.  Day by day I ask myself "Are you ready for the day?"  I always say yes even when I'm not.  I give each day my full amount even when I feel like I'm walking towards a losing battle.  I have to get up, I have to move forward.  If I don't get up, how will progress?  In any way possible, I try to move forward.  Tomorrow isn't promised, so I do what I have to do to survive.

I ask myself "What is defeat?"  "What is success?" I can never come up with a clear answer to each.  What one defines it, is different from the other.   So now I ask myself, "Am I walking towards success or defeat?"...  Not sure if the answer is one or the other or both.

Strive, persevere, stand tall, prosper.  Accept the deeds you have done, accept what isn't.  Fight for what you feel is right, fix what you can that you feel is not.

Every day is a new day to fix yourself, make better on some mistakes.  If it's not the end, it can be a new beginning.  If it is the end...  Then it is a new beginning.

As It Unfolds...

It’s crazy…
One look at you and I find a balance to come home to.
The scale of which I weigh on has always been out weighed by petty and trivial things.
Pretty soon, I found my way.  I couldn’t wait, I had to run to my next destination because I couldn’t take the anticipation.

The moments of you ripped apart my heart.  But it is a muscle and like any muscle, the wear and tear is what builds you up.  I pray my soul not be corrupt for what’s hard to give is my trust.  Is this Love, lust, a blessing from above, a juvenile crush or just something symbolic like watching the flying of a Dove?

I take one step and I’m not going backwards.  Something keeps telling me to move faster but I smooth cruise down my path, trying to avoid your wrath.  Your rage is what I feel, your Love is what I yearn…  But is this anything I truly earned?

The way Life unfolds I equip myself with tools to face the unknown.  But the unknown has a funny way of remaining unknown (you slick unknown confusing bastard!!).

I look into our void, I can see majesty, world peace, plates filled with chicken, waffles and bacon grease mmmmmmm :-).  Maybe, just maybe.

Straight?  Royal flush?  Doubles?  Or am I bluffing?  Funny how Life and a card game can be soo alike.  Even a man with a royal flush can still be bluffing.  Why should I let you know how good my hand is?

But don’t worry about that…  It is your hand I wish to take.  Even if my hand is too great, I will lay my cards down and let you have all the chips on the plate for it is riches I promised you.

"You were suppose to win, you let me win!!"

"How can I win at something that you won a long time ago?" I replied

The deck is shuffled and the cards are handed out.  5 a piece…  I wonder if that number will stand out?  

We raise our hands and stare at each other.  I see the Devil in those red cheeks, full of fire, fury and determination.  You want to win but at what cost?

When you look at me I hope that you see a God because the truth is all I wish for you is ultimate freedom.  If that means you must fly away, then HEY!!!  Go on and spread your wings, baby.

I look at my hand and still see a flush.  Not sure what you have…  But frankly, I don’t give fuck.  I lay my cards down because in you it is a God I see.  I submit, I surrender, for you I concede.

HXC

The Devil Is My Friend

I crossed over many seas and from what I see, there's not much for me to believe.
I've tortured and pillaged all the villages.  I've been beaten then deceived then left by the countryside for my soul to leave.
From what I've seen and from what I believe there is not much for me to see.

These desert nights, alone and as the cool wind blows, I hear a voice and my shadow grows.  Mistakes I've made for questions I will never know.

Exiled.  But home was not an option.

I broke the chains that I felt yesterday.  I keep the brackets on so I can remind myself of my way.

A new era has emerged.  A place I never knew I would hold firm.  But I'm here.

I found my way and I wish to spread it.  But their fear of me, scares them clueless of me.  For I am just a helping hand.  I'm just going about this plan that I had planned that had already been planned for me.

A strike of fear comes at first glance of me.  I take the glares handsomely for I know it is the Devil that you want.

"A lil ol Devil is what you want.  Then a lil ol Devil is what you get."

The Devil ain't too kind of a fellow.  He rather not be bothered but you keep bumping into him.  Telling him all your stories, which happen to also bore me, but you intrigue him with all your blood, guts and glory. 

You let us know that we are far different from the rest of the pack.  We just so happen to like to explain that we all are the same.  Do you care to look a little into my brain?

Where's the rain?  I thought there would be a downpour?  I guess the tears stopped working and pride and fear made you stay clear of the emotion you wish to truly adhere

We wake an emotion that is ever so clear.  We shake the ground so noone can steer.

There's a war outside.  It's full of hope and pride.  But what you don't see is we come at the price.

But not me and my friend.  We see the means to an end.  It may not be pretty but are you?