Questions Rudyard Kipling Forgot To Ask

If you have an obsession to steal, would you offer to safeguard your neighbour's treasures?

If you have a tendecy to lie, would you tell your best friend the truth under pressure?

If you have an exotic taste for Chinese delicacy, would you stare at your dog in hunger?

If you have a twisted compulsion to kill, would you be around your family members?

If you have an impulsive heart which fluctuates, would you dare to love, and love forever?

Who Am I?

I looked in the mirror,
A reflection I see.
But things don't get clearer,
When who I seek is me.

Sometimes I wonder,
What lies beneath this facade?
If it was torn asunder,
Of whose image I am made?

'Tis a thinly veiled life,
When behind masks we hide.
But if only we were to realise,
That every face is far too wide.

Who am I?
I do not know.
This question,
Upon myself I bestow.

Hence, I searched high and low,
For more than a name or so.
And in that searching I found,
Something greater far is bound.

Who am I?
I still do not know.
But in confidence now, I can boast;
I am Yours.

1750. 240309. Fish.

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Casting Crowns - Who Am I

Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart

Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours

Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love and watch me rise again
Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me

Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours

I am Yours
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear
'Cause I am Yours
I am Yours

If - Rudyard Kipling

** Take some time to read this. Great philosophy of life. **

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Sonnet 0125656707

Fine morning,
Birds were singing,
Smooth sailing,
They were laughing.

Mutual attraction,
Strong affection,
Love in action,
Near perfection.

A sudden storm,
Killed the norm,
The reigning storm,
Marred the form.

Laughter ceased,
Conversations missed,
Hostility increased,
In silence hissed.

Nobody understands,
How love transcends,
Through the rain,
Though in vain.

~shake-ki-spear~
22 September 2006

** product of extreme boredom during lessons.