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Generic Name Jun 2014
"Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn."
  Jun 2014 Generic Name
martin murray
Let's Sit Down And Have Tea On A Massif
Let's Revitalise Around Some Herbal Leaf
Find A Nice Spot In Hampstead Heath
Recite Words Of Joy Under A Sheath
Strange things we write, meaning i don't normally drink tea. in fact its been a while since my last cuppa. :)
  Jun 2014 Generic Name
Akhiz Munawar
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
by Rudyard Kipling
Generic Name Jun 2014
Such heaviness
Bearing on me
All-consuming
Eating away
From all sides.
Soon
I must all be gone.


I feel.
Oh how I feel.
So many tears
How could this body
This tool
Hold so many
They fall down
As I do.
Without warning
Under attack.
I am helpless
I am powerless.
It is too late
But
I do
Deserve this.


Treasure maps
Fallen trees
Operator please
Call me back when it’s time
Call me back when it’s passed
No one to blame
But my stupid
My reckless
My self.


As ever
I shouldn't have.
As ever
I did.


The cure?
Time.
Or better yet
A time-machine.

— The End —