” Frank Castle, an FBI Agent whose family was murdered…”-calls himself the Punisher.
In certain Extreme Situations
The Law is inadequate
In order to shame its inadequacy
It is necessary to act outside the Law
To pursue Natural Justice.
This is not Vengeance
Revenge is no a Valid Motive
It’s an emotional response
No.. Not Vengeance…
PUNISHMENT
…… I Love this Movie>”,<
Let the numbers speak and choose their master
Let the numbers cry and choose their lover
Let the numbers be filled with joy forever
And let them find their real home together.
The thought of breaking the treasured laws of life
is the thought of solving a hard false strife
When we keep on fearing the numbers of dice
We failed to win the vulgar games of chance.
Let the numbers seek and strengthen their faith
Let the numbers forbid their own wrong gate
In order to open a heavenly grave
And rise from the dead to live and save.
When we learn to lead we learn to follow
Far from the Black road casting dark shadows
To lead is to guide with no more sorrows
To follow is to soar an ocean of mallows.
Now, let the numbers express their thank you
For once they met someone like you
To whom they shared they treasured values
A lie on earth which is gladly..hehe..TRUE!
A poem for Madam Jhovy Banania.. I was not able to give to her before I graduated in High School
When the sun appears in the corner of my bed
and lit the darkness which I fear
I’d love to realize that someone is there
To Comfort..
Near me..
Watching..
When the Breakfast is served
and has strengthen my body
Someone will whisper and say it to me
Slowly..
Soothing..
Words I longed to hear.
And my day would be complete
For I know that someone would be there
Someone who would make me happy.
In this life where I live
In this world where I stay…
Soon He will find me…
In the beginning of an end
Optimism could help to start the journey
Without doubtful will and hiding eyes
Near the bridge we will see
Drops of water from the rain
Serve the source of life in harmony.
Just when people remember, it’s the end of a year
Of the time they’ve spent day by day.
And another steps are to be followed
Nothing to worry we should say
Nice things are to come our ways
Accepting the blessedness of the coming year- wholeheartedly.
Really, it matters to include our family
Open arms that we hug their presence
Speaking for love and thank you
Every moment is a healthy living of gratitude
And then in every road we walked; Away from harm.
Leaning on a warm wall of home.
Victory could possibly be..
As we expect in a New Year’s eve
‘ Relieve the sadness in every face
Alive and cheerful people
During each day- Every man’s day.
Owning the night, to prove that there’s no more than joy.
Since the time, which we don’t know
Hearing the noise we are tired of
Enough of the fight we made
Keep the sword of a worthy challenge, yet
Never play with its edge
Offer it to defend the life.
With the valor to forgive we shall rise
Shining! Until the next chapters unfold its page.
We might find ourselves wondering
Of the things we don’t understand
We might find ourselves crying
yet, we don’t know the reasons why
We might sometimes feel
How a heartache flooded our brains
Because the happiness still remain..
We might caught ourselves unaware
That we’ve done something we don’t want
That we are preoccupied
and which we don’t know how to survive
In the midst of despair we longed to reach a hand
Sometimes, others won’t realize-
Because we are to proud to let it show.
We might find ourselves afraid
We might find ourselves…
In a bed where we can’t sleep
In a chair where we can’t seat
In a car filled with anger
In a field…living a life,
Or in our Home gladly grown.
In any way we find ourselves
each day defines a story
A Book of Ourselves,
where we read our own and others as well.
Each page is our Everyday!
For the next chapters.. we welcome- 2011!
Happy New Year!
joannachixx 