Tapitoo: to him who fights alone
Tapitoo:
An ode
to rough paths through lands uncharted
to hardships still yet left unconquered
to the devils whom fought and died at spirits sharpened sword
to the courage with which the valleys shriek in fear
to the pain of heart-stabbed brokenness which threatens to destroy the valient
to the unsurmountable strength in pushing through the darkness
to the second set of quickening footprints through it all
to the dear friend an ode to friendship
Nicky:
theirs not to reason why
theirs but to do and die
that feeling, you can only say what it is in french
I looked and saw a pale horse, and his name that sat upon him was GPA
Fight or flight?
Neither availed me.
Vision blurred
Breathing slurred
The distinct outline of a figure 4
As he chained my carcass to his horse
With my dying breath I saw
A pair of footprints
Alone, all alone
In their abominable shuffle
across the battlefield of academia
Why do I rage and plot a vain thing?
More fool me.
Dont leave me, i beg you
If I should fail, remember
this of me:
that there's some corner of a foreign field
that will always be innocence.
Tapitoo:
Fight or flight?
A question not easily answered
Dismissed is ones destiny
Or our greatest terror we face
A white horse?
Blistering hands coarse
Gun at hand
And we fight again
Brothers at arms
Up now to war go
A fight for what?
The degradation of human soul
Take heart my brother
For fight alone you do not
Emboiled too am i
In this eternal battle of self-realization
Even in defeat look to the light
Our battleworn scars marks of courage
Again we retire
Battle lost but war undecided
Again we retire
To fight again
Against worldly forces hold sway
Harken mornings death cry
Our next suicidal advance
Against them death holds not sway
Two courageous warriors
Forever back to back
Surrounded in seas of enemies galore
And bullets flight unleashed
Salute now Nicholas the valient
And David the brave
Together we fight
Together we die
Through the course of the past year, i carried a heavy heart. a very heavy heart. the fight against academia for a GPA 4, a burden further weighed by waterpolo, house captaincy, cell leader. a struggle, a shuffle and the year is over. i have survived the war with a scar of 3.07. painfully tragic and yet suprisingly refreshing. the year is finally over, and all the pain is gone together with it. perhaps? or not. but to whatever the outcome of the holidays; i will fight on. steadfast soldier, for god, honour and duty. thanks too to nicky. both us casualities in this fight. failures, they call us; but i prefer the term survivors. who thinks much about the bottom feeders in an elitist school? there be nobody to mourn our losses. nobody to hug and cry. we just gotta move on. and im glad that at least the importance of this is diminished around him. i fight with heart, and dignity. no cheating, no trying to cheat, no backstabbing methods of getting around the system. i stand the full brunt of the sandstorm. many many times have i struggled alone, with the rest of the team busy sleeping. through night and sleepless, tortured eye. i dont blame anyone but myself for my grades and everything else. and i will continue, i will continue to fight on.
An ode
to rough paths through lands uncharted
to hardships still yet left unconquered
to the devils whom fought and died at spirits sharpened sword
to the courage with which the valleys shriek in fear
to the pain of heart-stabbed brokenness which threatens to destroy the valient
to the unsurmountable strength in pushing through the darkness
to the second set of quickening footprints through it all
to the dear friend an ode to friendship
Nicky:
theirs not to reason why
theirs but to do and die
that feeling, you can only say what it is in french
I looked and saw a pale horse, and his name that sat upon him was GPA
Fight or flight?
Neither availed me.
Vision blurred
Breathing slurred
The distinct outline of a figure 4
As he chained my carcass to his horse
With my dying breath I saw
A pair of footprints
Alone, all alone
In their abominable shuffle
across the battlefield of academia
Why do I rage and plot a vain thing?
More fool me.
Dont leave me, i beg you
If I should fail, remember
this of me:
that there's some corner of a foreign field
that will always be innocence.
Tapitoo:
Fight or flight?
A question not easily answered
Dismissed is ones destiny
Or our greatest terror we face
A white horse?
Blistering hands coarse
Gun at hand
And we fight again
Brothers at arms
Up now to war go
A fight for what?
The degradation of human soul
Take heart my brother
For fight alone you do not
Emboiled too am i
In this eternal battle of self-realization
Even in defeat look to the light
Our battleworn scars marks of courage
Again we retire
Battle lost but war undecided
Again we retire
To fight again
Against worldly forces hold sway
Harken mornings death cry
Our next suicidal advance
Against them death holds not sway
Two courageous warriors
Forever back to back
Surrounded in seas of enemies galore
And bullets flight unleashed
Salute now Nicholas the valient
And David the brave
Together we fight
Together we die
Through the course of the past year, i carried a heavy heart. a very heavy heart. the fight against academia for a GPA 4, a burden further weighed by waterpolo, house captaincy, cell leader. a struggle, a shuffle and the year is over. i have survived the war with a scar of 3.07. painfully tragic and yet suprisingly refreshing. the year is finally over, and all the pain is gone together with it. perhaps? or not. but to whatever the outcome of the holidays; i will fight on. steadfast soldier, for god, honour and duty. thanks too to nicky. both us casualities in this fight. failures, they call us; but i prefer the term survivors. who thinks much about the bottom feeders in an elitist school? there be nobody to mourn our losses. nobody to hug and cry. we just gotta move on. and im glad that at least the importance of this is diminished around him. i fight with heart, and dignity. no cheating, no trying to cheat, no backstabbing methods of getting around the system. i stand the full brunt of the sandstorm. many many times have i struggled alone, with the rest of the team busy sleeping. through night and sleepless, tortured eye. i dont blame anyone but myself for my grades and everything else. and i will continue, i will continue to fight on.
5 Comments:
Alright man.
hmmmm you might think that you might be going through all this presure alone but God...and your family members are always behind you no matter what yea?in behind everything,there is always a purpose:)all the best!!!
your friends are all here for you (:
cheer up dude...theres will alwaes be someone there to share the pain with you...
fight on man.
the pain you feel, its to remind you out there there is something better. and that something is worth fighting for.
fight and live :D
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