The Cynic Communtity

  The Festival of Emotions -Miss A I wasn’t going to write something as good as a debatable topic as I did imagined it Cause that goes exactly against my motion of clearly ignoring some paths as I likely decided But you have to live something, to the utmost mark, to find the precise context of its worth And offering a tribute to sincere heart-felt emotions are always pieces holding a lot of values…   I might not believe in the prayable ones of any religions, but I do trust on some things I trust the existence of the sun, the moon, the stars that enlighten us, and the universe I trust the blessings that comes in the purest of forms, true from the vital source And I do trust the power some elements known or unknown, visible or not possesses But there are some things taught to us, which are just some facts, taught be religions On the way to live our life and some lessons are the most beautiful indeed Specially the once that tells us to respect and pray to our par

  CITATIONS OF CLAY -Miss A I’m chasing the shadows; the shadows are mean I keep chasing the hollows; the hollows are deep I look for another beautiful soul, the souls are keen And I don’t know, how I’d become, a life of the living, Give me some hope, I wanna become, a life of the living... Being in a grave state of cleat inferiority Grievances of gleam, I see I’m surrounded in dreaded indeed Reciting the prayers again, trying to gain some seniority Begging for a body, For the shadows, For the hollows, And for the soul, And for the melodies indeed. A block of nothing is there, cold like the ice and I’m in there With no one I sing. With no one I dance. With no one I smile, And I’m just here, with me, with myself and the loneliness Smiling with nothing, dancing with nothing, singing with nothing Here I am. And for the ‘me’, that I may speak is not complete again. I’m chasing the shadows; the shadows remain concealed I keep chasing the hollows;