My religion teacher doesn't care about the arts.
But what if I don't care about religion?
My parents forced me to go to a catholic school. But I am going to study arts in college. Why can't you accept that the arts is some peoples vocation in life. You explain in class how things we're good at or find an attracting too at a young age is our vocation. I fell in love with the arts at a young age.
Stop being a hypocrite Mr.Majewski and respect the arts.

Tomorrow I'll rejoin the fray,
Seeking to keep us all a little safer; Restraining, revoking,
Cajolling, provoking,
Addressing those who fail to see
A more enlightened way
Of treating the wider community.
Workers seek to save
And secure a future for their families
While navigating over-selling audacity,
Under-disclosure with a lack of clarity,
And obscure charging opacity
Or plain old mis-selling strategies.
So thanks, but I'll pass on that job hint
And continue rummaging through the regulatory tool kit,
And find the spanner that'll fit
The next nut that I'll inevitably be faced with.
It's great to hear your stories,
But for now I'll continue where I best fit
Pursuing retail investigations
With my best forensic slick.

The boat shudders against this force.
Thirty feet the rolling water comes against the bow.
Now again I hold the wheel, chance the wave,
Sliding down with a sickening sound,
Tossed hard up, careening down.
After the light I may be safe and sound.

Cold, cold this haggard wind.
Fail nothing now. Rolling up, hissing down,
Flesh against wood and the sickening sound,
Holding this craft against the shudder,
Hands bloodied from this rough rudder.
After the light I can be safe and sound.

The chance was taken, but no option ever given.
As they in my past did, so do I:
To sea to fish, to master whatever I see.
So to this storm-wracked sea I go with prayer
To see again the land and family.
After the light I will be safe and sound.



© 2016

Whether drops of dew
Able diminish fire spark up in our home land?
Whether rice boil in well-off houses
Served the requirement of subjugated one of our home land?
Whether peace installed in meeting hall
Spread to countryside of our home land?
Everyone is in shrunken
With devastation malevolence’s follower,
Who dream that, they will make everything golden!
Therefore, my grandmother said
“We are just with soil, water and air
Don’t dream about gold or silver, it will wipe out your vigour to survive!
Go for vocation to nurture soil;
Bring in water, profoundly breath air...
You will grow along with other!”