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Tiger Fire upon coal Fierce beauty to behold As it roars and claws Age Silent and deadly A majestic predator Savage, time goes on Waterfall Raptly it roars down In a perpetual dance Of ivory foam Rapids Elegant fury Kaleidoscope of beauty Opulent aqua

You Say You say it as if you want me When we all know that you don't You treat me like a trophy Gold that glistens in the dark You say it as if you need me But we all know that you can't You still think I'm your torch Stood here burnt right out You say it as if you'll love me When we both know that you won't You're trying to fill the chasm Full of years null and void You say it as if I'll stay here But we both know that I shan't You kicked open the flood gates Your little bird flew right out

Brilliant hues of the ocean in magnificent blues stretched as far as the eye could see. Mellowly murmuring, gentle waves lapped over bronzed sands. Here and there, a glassy granule would glint in the strong, steady and scorching sun. Driftwood lay at intervals, bleached a chalky white. A stone's throw from the silken sands, an untameable forest stood, proud and wild. Acres of trees banded together to form impenetrable canopies; soldiers guarding their sacred land. Darkness smothered the forest, bleeding dead and bleakness into the close surroundings. Treacherous rivers seemingly formed out of nothingness , shielded by declivitous mud banks. The haunting howls of unknown beasts sliced through the air. Like a thousand thorns, the woodland sang stories of ancient fear. Deteriorating skeletons half buried beneath ferns helped form the uneven ground. The bitter call of the wind caressed the humid air like icy fingers. Ebony berries dripping toxic juices hung from disfigured bramble...

Knowledge. Memory. Two words. A plethora of meaning. But just before I delve into that I want to ask you to memorise something for me:  Lets all be unique together until we realise we are all the same. Ok, now back to knowledge and memory. I'm sure most would agree when I say that without memory, knowledge is nothing and vice versa. But then again, aren't our memories flawed? Isn't everything we remember fabricated - a lie in one way or another? Does this not then mean that our knowledge is also flawed and could really just all be a figment of our imaginations? Think about it - no one ever really agrees about anything unless provided with solid fact to support it and back it up. But what if that 'solid' fact isn't all that solid? What if it's just someone else's recollection of an event that occurred and has been recorded as a fact? What if an apple never really did fall on Newton's head - what if he discovered gravity and then 'remember...

Knowledge. This is a word that holds extortionate amounts of  weight. A word or better yet, an object that could bring down nations only to build them up again, stronger than ever before. But what does it mean? At it's heart - what is it really? In my opinion knowledge is subjective. It is influenced by age, nationality, experience, religion and science among many other factors. Not only that but its very fibres, what it really is at its core is only that which we believe it to be for we all hold knowledge (in whatever form that may be), but how we practice it, what we consider it to be differs. I, for instance, believe that knowledge is an all-encompassing light that guides us and leads on to wisdom. It is not merely the art of being book smart or knowing scientific facts, rather, a kaleidoscope of the skills we have learnt, the hardships we have gone through, the ability to inquire and seek the truth and, at its crux the understanding of the happenings around us and the ...

Around in circles and cycles and whirlwinds of grey Silent eddies are swirling as life ebbs away In constant motions and patterns, I’m still here to stay All the ghosts of my past flitting by as I lay Doors wide open, never closing Secrets spoken, promises broken Words that haunt and taunt Flashing grins, there to flaunt Empty eyes are the windows to Hollow souls that weep, lonely Shrouded in shadows Buried in sorrows Monsters eyes hide lies In this life I despise

Remorse. Such a childish, worthless word To many it cuts deep Though not deeper than other scars Betrayal. Bitter and acidic Always hidden; never expected Its wounds never heal Trust. Only broken, always taken Hurt. Leads to madness Makes insanity Is a friend to my vanity It all adds up It all has a cost It all piles up An impenetrable wall It runs forever in muddled minds Slowly twisted – just like mine Eventually insanity, madness, delirium, Finally changed into what I’ve become A cold, ruthless machine of murder Time