0 Happiness Acrostic

Hypocritical
Animosity
Patronizing
People.
Instigating
Needy
Enemies
Sophistry
Silence.

0 Being true to ourselves, quote

People in this world tries to appease everyone and be accepted, thereby losing what made them unique and intriguing in the first place; just like art, we are creations of ourselves: would you ever change a work of art that you loved, to accommodate what other people wants it to be: I would think not, for our art is made for ourselves, foremost.

0 Prayer for Guidance and Strength

Mold my heart into a diamond, that I should be strong
mold my soul into a sun, that I should be Godly
mold my mind into a dream, that I should know faith
mold all these into one, that I should be love and light
that I should be greater than the sum of one

Let my heart sparkle, like diamond and light
let the sun reign down upon me and take away the darkness, I fight
let my dreams be faithful and pure like the Word of God
and let me be that which I am, throughout it all

0 Law is becoming artificial, quote

Our law is becoming artificial, without a human heart or soul: it's driven by power, anymore, instead of good intentions.

0 Valentine's Day Poem

One moment, one second, one hour, one day
One heart, one kiss, one touch, one word to say
This Valentine's Day

yet, this love of ours falls at the speed of cherry blossoms
this finite affinity of our hearts to display
candy-coated expressions filled with saccharine obsessions
concealed within the brevity and guise of selfishness and heartfelt lies

One lie, one tease, one look, one sexual kink to please
One laugh, one cry, one teardrop rolling down from the eye
This Valentine's Day

By Anthony Souls

0 Change for the good and bad, quote

Being resistant of good change is just as bad as being accepting of bad change.

0 Selfishness is, quote

People are quite willing to share their burdens, but aren't so inclined to share their rewards; this is selfishness at it's pinnacle.

0 Our Limp Flag, poem

Our limp flag
the heavens has forsaken it
the four winds has denied it
and even though it tries to flutter, it falls
and even though it cries out, there are no echoes in the calls

It is but a forgotten symbol, it is but an anarchism
it is but, silent sentimentalism
it represents a time where freedoms were free
and liberties were true

What have they degraded to:
they have become regulated, legalistic, luxuries granted to the select few
they have become lugubrious loquacity without works to do
they have become acquiescent compromises and justifications
They have become an artifact that our near future will never know...

Will never know of how strongly the wind once blew...