WhenTheGoingGetsTough,theToughGetGoing...

When the going gets tough, the tough get going.
Cherish those that you love, the misery shall be nothing.

The Lord is with me. The Lord is with me. The Lord is with me.
My unshakeable faith is my shepherd, and my prayers are my vessel.

My tears may be sea-deep, but my hopes are sky high.

I shall smile and take pleasure in the eyes of an upheaval,
Having triumphed over it wit the power of my undying zeal.

Thank you, Lord.
You truly are my superior being.

Yesterday the bright sunshine was substituted by a prolonged rain. Downpour if I may say so. We started the da blissfully brightly as such the beautiful smiling shine of ray above our heads, but were then rained down by a heavy dark cloud of mellow, sorrowful showers of rain. As prolonged as it was, so was the heavy tint burdening and smothering our silenced hearts. Our silenced, raging hearts,
Words of affection were unforeseeable uttered, laughters of joy marinated the air, gestures of Love colored the atmosphere. Times were beatiful, Life was beautiful, again.
Long before time traveled ahead, panic filled the air as a belonging of one of ours was dispossesed. Frantically attempting to relocate it, we were soon defeated by the short life of its being in existence. From disastrous panic to immense devastation, time stood still as a mixed culture of Agony, Disappointment and Regrets amalgamated. They said it would be best if nothing is said if no good thing there is. Words can be weapons murderous enough to maim, annihilate and vaporize anything in their way. Some things are better left unsaid. Let the Time heal all wounds and fix all matters. The weather after the rain if shone th sun will supplement us Rainbow.
Beautiful, auspicious rainbow.
Which signifies Hope in my case.
The dark cloud has now passed on.
The Rainbow is now smiling its gorgeous color lines upon us.

the ever so courageous Red,
with the zesty Orange,
complemented by the sunny summery Yellow,
and fresh Green familiarizing its nature within,
Blue as the skies are as funky as the Indigo,
Perfected by the Violet, we are all good to go!

A clash of confrontational perspectives might have descended,
Disagreements naturally followed suit,
A heated atmosphere and intense strain paired up,
But the fact still remains the same;
Two hearts in one will continue to march strong,
March strongly against the windy currents of challenges and all;
Endure earnestly through come what may,
Then eventually and finally triumph over the glorified victory;
A Victory of Fidelity, Commitment and Love.

The journey is yet so long, and potentially still as and beyod treacherous,
Fear we shan’t have, shaken we can’t be
Have a little Faith in me, in our destiny, in our permanency,
Together we both make a team the strongest we can be.

Today, I got tricked by you, Fate

I was in a fairly vibrant mood to face my Monday just now before it all took a wrong turn as I stood waiting for my daily transportation en route to work. I saw from afar what seemed to be my warning signal as a passer-by was almost hit by a thick, long, pain-inducing stick thrown his way by an elderly man on his bicycle. Fortunately for him, the stick evaded his way. The man on the cycle picked up the stick and continued his journey toward me, and before long, he threw that very same stick in my direction, nearly landing right onto my head. I took to my heels when I saw him, furiously looking as though dissatisfied that he had missed the target whilst mumbling only to his understanding, knowing that as soon as he had picked up the stick, he would attempt a second trial.
I took refuge in a filthy corner of a 3rd floor of a flat building, my whole body trembling in fear, heartbeats racing as my heart, if without control would have leapt out from its safe supposed cavity. It just so happened that my younger brother called me on the fone, prompting me to answer incoherently to his request of a favor.

I was praying hard.
Peeping through the railings of the building, anticipating that terrifying face.
Only one thought crosses my mind – my boyfriend.

I wanted to call him so badly, even as I am typing this now, but my will power is halting me. “Be strong, Lyss. The Lord is with you. Curse him not, for he is not rightful of his state. The Lord is with you. He is within you,”
And just that, although the fear and trauma remains, I breathed relief. I gathered my courage to slowly brave through my shaking, aching feet, mouth actively articulating prayers for peace, vision eyeing for safe clearance ahead, left and right, front and the back, stepping towards where I had come from, very cautiously and mindfully. Mind was by then still occupied with figuring out the next step, because the bus stop I was now heading to would be way out of my desired destination. Cabs rushing by me gave me a signified impression that I would hire one to head to the bus stop in front of the shopping mall nearby, wait for the bus I was scheduled to get on and reach my workplace safely.

My pale facade must have given it away when the cabbie asked me if I was alright. Politely I smiled, nodding in a way of acknowledging his concern, but even he and I knew, I was not. My heart itself had a heart attack.

One of my worst fears has come true.
Make it my second most chilling fear ; of the crazies.

I have always feared, ever since I was a young child, those who are incapable of controlling their mind. Not just the mentally-challenged, the drunk, drugged up filths, as well as enraged heads scare the living daylight out of me. It came true today, truly a mind-over-matter experience indeed.
The incident brought me unto conclusions aplenty; (many of which ring familiarly to the conversations I had with my man yesterday)

1. Always try to not be anywhere alone, no matter how tough and brave you are,
2. Run for your life, if fighting back seems unworthy of it all,
3. “Time to get a car, “ said my boyfriend yesterday.
4. I love my boyfriend enough to reach out to him during the hostile times.

My heart is still in knots. Yes, I am still scared. Traumatized, I reckon.
Imagine if I had stood there when that man picked up his stick.
Imagine if I had waited only to be attacked by him.
Imagine if something worse happened.

My boyfriend would have had a lot to handle.

"Words"
By William Butler Yeats

I had this thought a while ago,
"My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would do
In this blind bitter land."
And I grew weary of the sun
Until my thoughts cleared up again,
Remembering that the best I have done
Was done to make it plain;
That every year I have cried, "At length
My darling understands it all,
Because I have come into my strength,
And words obey my call;"
That had she done so who can say
What would have shaken from the sieve?
I might have thrown poor words away
And been content to live.

Hello, Love!

Peace and Ease is what we all yearn for, is what we work our hardest towards.
Efforts and Initiatives are sown into breathing a soul into our Life.
Though it is easy to attain, sometimes it is otherwise to maintain.

Tonight alive, as I saw many whose relationship status has grown into a companionship.
One hoped to be for long as it is meant to be.
I am for one auspicious for mine to be headed towards longevity.

It is tough work rather to be in a courtship. In any relationship for that matter.
Commitment is never an option for some. For the longest time, I thought I had given up on Love.
Heartbreaks triumphed time and again, Tears drowned my sorrow countlessly, Devastation as post-Aftermath had become second Nature.

But to give up on me would mean to give up on Life.
and to give up on Life means to give up on God.
That, to me, has no space in my heart. Ever.

and so the pursuit of Happiness proceeds.

I still haven't gotten over the fact that some hearts had to be forcefully broken into the making of my relationship, though my heart is still bleeding over hopes to be reunited with those involved in the process might have been dashed way way long ago, I still have faith that with Time, all wounds should be healed. and Space too.

I am ,nevertheless, still fearful over these changes in my life.
Well, as they say, one day at a time,
one baby step per heart beat

MisguidedGhosts

I am going away for a while
But I'll be back don't try and follow me
'Cause I'll return as soon as possible
See I'm trying to find my place
And it might not be here where I feel safe
We all learn to make mistakes

And run from them, from them
With no direction
We'll run from them, from them
With no conviction

'Cause I'm just one of those ghosts
Traveling endlessly
Don't need no roads
In fact they follow me
And we just go in circles

Now I'm told that this is life
And pain is just a simple compromise
So we can get what we want out of it
Would someone care to classify
Our broken hearts and twisted minds
So I can find someone to rely on

And run to them, to them
Full speed ahead
Oh you are not useless
We are just

Misguided ghosts
Traveling endlessly
The ones we trusted the most
Pushed us far away

And there's no one road
We should not be the same
But I'm just a ghost
And still they echo me

They echo me in circles

TheBattlefield,

Hold me close and never let go?
I am cold and scared.
Insecurity is never an option, but such is Assurance.

We are now spread atop the Battlefield,
sometimes not necessary but is needed still
depended upon though independently standing
won’t there be a winner but two?
Victorious over the Triumph of mutual direction
So what shall the ultimatum be?

Detested is when Tempests and Trials,
Tripled by vicious Time attempting to shake our grounds,
Is there enough Ammunition to survive?
Are we destined to fade away?
Or last through it all?

What if our Fears breed Reality?

theDaggerToYourHeartEqualsThatToMine.

I wish my heart could ball up the courage to confront you, and that my brain would be logic enough to resolve the conflict; My mouth be willing to spit out the pain and my throat to swallow my lost pride.

I wish words weren’t cheap though my pride has no price tag,

I may be down but I am not defeated

I wish you would know that it takes two to tango and indeed with two left feet on, I could not dance to your rythm. Clearly you were intending for a tango of the unrequited but it turned out I was directing towards my waltz of indifference.

I could apologize for not being mutual, or rather amicably mutual.
But I wouldn’t for my heart knows what it wants, and is transfixed at its best.