The Duke of DarkShire
Ask me about premonition, and I'll tell you a lot
Talk to me about the sunny skies, though you live in a pot
It is all your imagination, delusional on the spot
At the end of the day your dreams are everything you've got!
Let me tell you about a Duke, a tall dark handsome courageous able-bodied and able-minded young man who knows too much, yet could do little for the people of his own small shire, who are suffering from the lack of wits, power, wealth, and guidance.
But now let us speak about the Duke himself, and the things flying around his head, his body, as well as the butterfly-like beings flowing through his insides in a swift yet not-so-gentle manner.
Now let us close our eyes and take a step downwards, to switch the background scenery from the blue skies that are filled with cotton clouds, the green valleys and hills that extend to the end of sight, the small Grey city with all the human figures going back and forth, in and out of the small city, down to the colorless tasteless emotionless reality of our life, yet still with the mentality of a Duke of a higher rank, an ex-warrior in the King's legions, one who's had wounds during the different battles he undertook, and the one who carries the burden of knowing more than he should about the amount of evil the human race is able to provide.
He doesn't have the ability to write, because writing presents him with the sheer white wisdom that he believes in, thus witnessing what should be, and how things are supposed to be weighed thus judged, then further evaluated with all the clarity his writings dictate. But in reality a belief is something and practicing the belief is a totally different story.
When you find yourself generating words of wisdom and practices that should come forth, and find out that reality is so far away from this baseline of your handsomely assorted tray of thoughts, then you have a huge problem my friend! A problem that stops you from further thinking, turning your head the other direction and just live it. By living it just like everyone else you come to traverse a wide range of trivial activities, with a bigger possibility of escaping into a small dark pit that is already populated, and inside that pit are other people who may have chosen to stay down there for the rest of their lives, yet, you are only a visitor, and you might think that you are not at times, but still, on a higher level of thinking you are a Duke of higher rank, and you belong in a castle, or so you think!
It is about directions which we take, to go our different ways. Not sure where I wanna go with this but I have changed in so many ways, and I've come to start weighing my own self several times to see what my aspirations are and how am I ever gonna achieve them. Every now and then I glance at the circumstances, then regard how other people are handling them. Momentarily you can feel frustrated and paralyzed, but then if you have the mentality of a Duke inside you, you can view the circumstances as challenges, your aspirations as things that you are on your way to carry out, and time as some saber-tooth being running after you ready to bury its fangs into your neck.
Fighting your way in the field of battle with a sword is way easier than these days, where the enemy is unseen and maybe lurking inside your chest, directing your heart to directions that you would never understand, opening up the gates of indulgences that you never thought of being indulged in before, giving your plans a shake in the knees, that is if you've had a plan at all. Holding on to the beliefs that you see coming out of your mouth is the hard way to line the walls of the way you are walking through, edgy grounds under your feet are taking your eyes off the road that you think you will be taking, but hell yes you should not stop moving... The saber-tooth has no mercy.
Its been a while since I wrote anything, the Duke is standing with his helmet resting at his arm, his sword in one hand, and his cape moving with the air around him. He stands on a hill watching upon his Shire that represents who he is, looking down regretfully, still staring up at the sky looking for hope, he has a treasure hidden somewhere inside the dwellings of his shire, so he should be ready to climb downhill and fight his way through to fetch it.
But is he ready?
Talk to me about the sunny skies, though you live in a pot
It is all your imagination, delusional on the spot
At the end of the day your dreams are everything you've got!
Let me tell you about a Duke, a tall dark handsome courageous able-bodied and able-minded young man who knows too much, yet could do little for the people of his own small shire, who are suffering from the lack of wits, power, wealth, and guidance.
But now let us speak about the Duke himself, and the things flying around his head, his body, as well as the butterfly-like beings flowing through his insides in a swift yet not-so-gentle manner.
Now let us close our eyes and take a step downwards, to switch the background scenery from the blue skies that are filled with cotton clouds, the green valleys and hills that extend to the end of sight, the small Grey city with all the human figures going back and forth, in and out of the small city, down to the colorless tasteless emotionless reality of our life, yet still with the mentality of a Duke of a higher rank, an ex-warrior in the King's legions, one who's had wounds during the different battles he undertook, and the one who carries the burden of knowing more than he should about the amount of evil the human race is able to provide.
He doesn't have the ability to write, because writing presents him with the sheer white wisdom that he believes in, thus witnessing what should be, and how things are supposed to be weighed thus judged, then further evaluated with all the clarity his writings dictate. But in reality a belief is something and practicing the belief is a totally different story.
When you find yourself generating words of wisdom and practices that should come forth, and find out that reality is so far away from this baseline of your handsomely assorted tray of thoughts, then you have a huge problem my friend! A problem that stops you from further thinking, turning your head the other direction and just live it. By living it just like everyone else you come to traverse a wide range of trivial activities, with a bigger possibility of escaping into a small dark pit that is already populated, and inside that pit are other people who may have chosen to stay down there for the rest of their lives, yet, you are only a visitor, and you might think that you are not at times, but still, on a higher level of thinking you are a Duke of higher rank, and you belong in a castle, or so you think!
It is about directions which we take, to go our different ways. Not sure where I wanna go with this but I have changed in so many ways, and I've come to start weighing my own self several times to see what my aspirations are and how am I ever gonna achieve them. Every now and then I glance at the circumstances, then regard how other people are handling them. Momentarily you can feel frustrated and paralyzed, but then if you have the mentality of a Duke inside you, you can view the circumstances as challenges, your aspirations as things that you are on your way to carry out, and time as some saber-tooth being running after you ready to bury its fangs into your neck.
Fighting your way in the field of battle with a sword is way easier than these days, where the enemy is unseen and maybe lurking inside your chest, directing your heart to directions that you would never understand, opening up the gates of indulgences that you never thought of being indulged in before, giving your plans a shake in the knees, that is if you've had a plan at all. Holding on to the beliefs that you see coming out of your mouth is the hard way to line the walls of the way you are walking through, edgy grounds under your feet are taking your eyes off the road that you think you will be taking, but hell yes you should not stop moving... The saber-tooth has no mercy.
Its been a while since I wrote anything, the Duke is standing with his helmet resting at his arm, his sword in one hand, and his cape moving with the air around him. He stands on a hill watching upon his Shire that represents who he is, looking down regretfully, still staring up at the sky looking for hope, he has a treasure hidden somewhere inside the dwellings of his shire, so he should be ready to climb downhill and fight his way through to fetch it.
But is he ready?
Comments
Do you think the treasure will appear one of those days? I do believe it will inshaAllah..
May the rest of the days be as sunny as amoona's li'l bright face & the treasure glows in his hands & light his way.. Amen :)
I think I'm gonna write another one