Damocheese Style

Latest update   What I've been through one might call scarring  Well that's why I'll rather keep shut My story is uncommon My style is different  My voice turns head And I'm not sure if that's good or bad  But that's the problem or maybe just one of the problems and the reason why I stay in the dark. I let the opinions of people write on the wall of my heart.  I let the critics in my head chain my will to move  I let the failures I've encountered define me I let people I love dictate what I do I take the norms of this world and I make it my law So pathetic!  The dark is the world of the dead As the name implies there's no light in it This place is not befitting for me This place is rejecting me somehow So from now I dare to live; To come out of the shadows  But be warned!  I'll damn anything that comes in my way - Yorin Damilola 

Latest update A pen is mightier than the sword  Whatever writes commands power For as it is written so it must be done And now my heart writes; With inks of blood commanding actions of mine that in turn stirs ripples of reactions  And I breathe a pause The rhythm after I breathe a pause,  caused by the expansion and retraction of my chest, preparing it to write some more. What does it take to write in blood? The excitement caused by pain or gladness; The stretching of life in form of memories from the past and present; The pounding of it by many soldiers ready for war; And the sound of cymbals thrust against one another. Dear reader breathe a pause Decrees are made from what it writes,  justifying the process mentioned above. The proof of the process is the Heartbeat  It's Beautiful, isn't it? The result of its beat is what it writes  It's Powerful, don't you think? The pen of my life continues to write for a century  A life well lived I must say....

What are you?  Thou mass of muscles pumping blood What are you?  A rhythm or my life's beat maker A resting place for my emotions or the pot that cooks feelings itself. What are you?  My mind's rival or the wheels that direct my feet A keeper of memories both sweet and sour or the door that guards my soul.  What are you?  The lighthouse my lover yearns for or chaos itself.  A wall,a painting or a house A sword that strikes against itself or a shield against the darts thrown to the soul.  What are you?  A fixed form or a transformer  I can liken you to a desert, a garden , the top of a mountain  or the waves of an ocean because you're so simple yet so complex Oh tell me what you are? The book, The pages, The writings or The pen. 

Latest update Inasmuch as I know that I needed the break I want to tender my sincere apology to my ever consistent readers.  I love you all and you all are very very important to me.  But as you can expect I'm going to make up for my long break in a grand way Stay Eye tuned.