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Taoshin
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Country: United States
State: South Carolina
Birthday: 9/20/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: Anime, Video games, Outdoors, reading, learning about new things and new cultures, and just being me.
Expertise: Currently majoring in Psychology, and trying to learn Japanese.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Legal
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Member Since:
10/13/2003
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| Here is another poem series, and a sperate poem that i have written recently:
Pain I
Pain above,
Pain below,
Pain is being hidden so,
Through the soul, and out the lies,
Behind a mask pain does hide,
It shelters us from the storm,
Even as it takes our form,
Locked away deep inside,
Pain walks freely spewing lies,
Till the day you feel again;
Pain walks around inside your skin.
Pain II
Heart to Heart, the feelings rise
Hope is showing in my eyes
Pain is missing from this place
but soon shall come and show it’s face,
Clouds arrive soon enough
Raining on what once was love
Feelings hurt, hearts destroyed
Because of pain, hate employed
Festering inside the soul
Pain creates a saddened whole
Lies are seen where once was truth
Hope is gone, just like poof
Never to rise back to whole
Pain creates a shattered soul
Pain III
Hope returns,
Amazingly,
Like a ship once lost at sea,
Heart arises, like the sun,
Pain shrinks away before it’s burned,
The soul once shattered, like a glass,
Is reconciled with the past,
Truth erupts inside the soul,
Burning out what Pain has told,
Lies are shattered, pain exiled,
Love is born, like a child,
Feelings come increasingly;
Changing the shell; back into me.
Pain IV
The scars survive,
The soul impaired,
Too long with darkness has it shared,
Pain comes along and tempts again,
But is foiled by hope within,
It digs deeper seeking space,
But finds deeper; only grace,
The soul is whole, entirely full,
by the feelings long ignored,
Pain attacks evermore,
but strength of heart has sealed the door,
Pain no entrance, ever fumes,
Because the soul has finally bloomed .
The Battle
I knew that when I saw her that she would be the one,
The one to hold my heart until the ending of the sun,
But seldom do things last and before I saw the truth
Darkness had entered and hung over like a roof
The love inside had perished, the light in her eyes gone,
Ascending like a bird, the king had lost his throne,
Forward the battle raged for winning back her heart,
But the light inside had perished, not leaving any part,
Sulking from the battle the king pulled back his troops,
The king now sits there watching, still waiting for the day,
when the light shows her the truth, and the darkness goes away.
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| Here's another poem:
Guardian II
The darkness settles back in;
and I am recalled by his screams;
As I return I watch as the Queen plunges a dagger into his heart;
She runs, escaping before I have a chance to move;
As I run to his side he tells me that he was a fool to let his guard down;
I am saddened as he tells me that the joy is not worth the pain;
I must obey as he tells me to once again wall him up and this time to destroy the key;
I cry tears of pity as I wall him and the emotions back up;
Why must the world be so cruel that it drives a soul of purity and light to this;
However,
even as I do this through the pain and sadness he feels, I can feel
below that that he still loves her, and that means so do I;
I must ponder this always, as I return to my now possibly never-ending vigil;
As the Guardian of his Shell.
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| Here is another new poem inspired by my love, and a few more good Gandhi quotes.
Guardian:
The Queen of love draws near the castle,
while I let her pass & watch on from the hill;
She crosses through the moat;
Unassailed by the fears that snap at me,
when I draw close;
She uses the key from her heart,
to open the wall that I hid the key to years ago;
Releasing emotions long caged within;
Hope, Joy, Love, & Happiness escape in a shining ray,
as she laughs with happiness;
I watch as my younger self, long sealed away, emerges;
I smile, fading away, as they embrace with love;
He has my years of experience,
but retains the innocent thoughts the world took so long ago;
As I fade away, i wish him the best,
& hope that he never has a need for me again;
The Guardian of his Shell.
Mahatma Gandhi:
Whenever
I see an erring man, I say to myself I have also erred; when I see a
lustful man I say to myself, so was I once; and in this way I feel
kinship with everyone in the world and feel that I cannot be happy
without the humblest of us being happy.
An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does truth become error because nobody will see it.
You must be the change you wish to see in the world.
I
will far rather see the race of man extinct than that we should become
less than beasts by making the noblest of God's creation, woman, the
object of our lust.
God is, even though the whole world deny him. Truth stands, even if there be no public support. It is self-sustained.
Birth
and death are not two different states, but they are different aspects
of the same state. There is as little reason to deplore the one as
there is to be pleased over the other.
Moral authority is never retained by any attempt to hold on to it. It comes without seeking and is retained without effort.
Power
is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the
other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more
effective and permanent then the one derived from fear of punishment.
Love never claims, it ever gives. Love ever suffers, never resents, never revenges itself.
Truth is by nature self-evident, as soon as you remove the cobwebs of ignorance that surround it, it shines clear.
It has always been a mystery to me how men can feel themselves honoured by the humiliation of their fellow beings.
There
will have to be rigid and iron discipline before we achieve anything
great and enduring, and that discipline will not come by mere academic
argument and appeal to reason and logic. Discipline is learnt in the
school of adversity.
Each one has to find his peace from within. And peace to be real must be unaffected by outside circumstances.
Breach of promise is a base surrender of truth.
Courage
has never been known to be a matter of muscle; it is a matter of the
heart. The toughest muscle has been known to tremble before an
imaginary fear. It was the heart that set the muscle atrembling.
God sometimes does try to the uttermost those whom he wishes to bless.
I have worshipped woman as the living embodiment of the spirit of service and sacrifice.
I look only to the good qualities of men. Not being faultless myself, I won't presume to probe into the faults of others.
Man can never be a woman's equal in the spirit of selfless service with which nature has endowed her.
I
need no inspiration other then Nature's. She has never failed me yet.
She mystifies me, bewilders me, sends me into ecstasies. Besides God's
handiwork, does not man's fade into insignificance?
The real ornament of woman is her character, her purity.
A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history.
Providence has its appointed hour for everything. We cannot command results, we can only strive.
Between
husband and wife there should be no secrets from one another. I have a
very high opinion of the marriage tie. I hold that husband and wife
merge in each other. They are one in two or two in one.
It is
foolish to think that by fleeing one can trick the dread god of death.
Let us treat him as a beneficent angel rather than a dread god. We must
face and welcome him whenever he comes.
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| Here is a new poem inspired by a special someone, and a few favorite quotes.
Angel III
The angel lost is gone no more,
My angel has been reborn,
The Raven's cries of "Nevermore"
drift silently away as I draw closer to her light,
I look up at her face and my shell shatters,
I am finally free at last, free to bask in her love
I shall be grateful to her forever for this gift of freedom,
No matter what may come,
I shall always remain her faithful prince,
and at a word from her beautiful lips,
Be by her side, as the raven, now a dove,
comes back & states to my love, "Forevemore".
Favorite Quotes
Always wear cute pajamas to bed because you never know who you will meet in your dreams!
Never
not tell the person you like because you are afraid of rejection. You
never know what tomorrow brings and plus, rejection only means you can
move on w/out wondering if maybe you had a chance with that person. And
there's no reason to waste your time liking someone if they don't like
you back!!
Love is running into their arms, colliding with their heart, and exploding into their soul!!
Finding a true friend is like panning for gold. You have to sift through the fakes to find the real ones.
A friend is someone who can see the truth and the pain in you even when you are fooling everyone else.
Love is when you don't want to go to sleep because reality is better than a dream.
The opposite sex is the most dangerous and addictive drug out there, but the high is unlike anything else.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on.
When
I first saw you I was afarid to talk to you. When I first talked to you
I was afraid to like you. When i first liked you I was afraid to love
you. Now that I love you I'm afraid to lose you
You might regret what you do, but you'll regret what you don't do so much more!
Never frown, even when you are angry, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile :)
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