Man & Beast

The strong shall survive. Might shall always prevail. That is the law of jungle. We may perhaps think that in civilization & culture that is not how it is or at least how it ought to be.

But ‘tis not the law of the jungle, ‘tis the law of nature.

We should roar, but hunting is spartanly a requisite & should not be sparked by cravings nor desire.

The fragile & the frail are used only for the continuation of existence; not even to endure or make life more bearable. We manipulate, exploit and bear suffering unto our own kind for frivolous reasons; for entertainment & fun and for selfish gains. Worse yet, we effect it just because we can. & yet sometimes I am guilty as well. Restraint is only a virtue if you uphold it especially when you are alone. Sadly, I am most weak by myself.

All creatures great & small, the young the little & the tall, should be treated with equal respect. We must remember that we should not just take care of ourselves and the pride, but all in the kingdom as well. For strength isn’t just for pursuing, but protecting as well.

Only then can we be named king of beasts.

Mistakes may be made, for we learn precious few through our successes & ferociously through our flailing losses. Just make sure you learn, for idiocy isn’t about oversights. It’s when you make the same gaffes over and over again. Trust me, if it’s not funny the 1^st time, the next ones certainly aren’t going to be better. I know because I’ve been seeing it all through my life, & oftentimes not from other people.

Justifications are merely excuses; trivial webs spun from ever-thinning threads of self-indulgences & swayed rationales. If you would allow it for a good reason, sooner or later you’d do it for a bad one.

Truth may be subjective, opinions may be skewed, and views may be prejudiced. Just hold true to Honor & Valor, Loyalty & Dignity.

For then you will know what it means to truly roar.

No, man is certainly not an animal. It would be an insult to animals.

For the difference between man & animals - that which has so called classified us a more ‘superior’ being (more like arrogant)is also what has doomed us all.

Thought; and with it, a conscious mind.

The Hunter Hunted

Strong must we be, so that others may lean upon us. Fierce must we remain, that we protect what we hold dear. Calm & serene we should stay, to soothe those around us. Fun & caring we have to stay, to spread joy & laughter. Open & receptive to all we show, that we may share the grief & pains. Ask us naught, for it is also what we roar upon them. But sometimes I become weary & tired, for ‘tis not but for one to bear the burden. To those that clean their manes of me & with me, I bid a hearty thank you. Still a gap broods, filled but not yet closed. Alone we might not be, but alone we feel.
We do revel in the trust & reliance, and we acknowledge it with affirmation.

We walk tall, standing seemingly mighty & unwavering.

But as all do, we fall.
Show it I may not, but fall harder then most I do. And fear not the challenges and trials, but run I do when chased by haunted responsibilities. Steadfast when the going gets tough. But when light is the part, flight I take most tart.
It is the pride that becomes the braces, the crutches that keeps us up. For no one is an island, & none a part that is not of a whole. It keeps us from clawing ourselves in our dreams.

For even the toughest & meanest of prey is fair game to a pride united.

just keep swimming

i thought i was lost. i thought i was weak and crumbling. But then all around me i saw that people & their bonds crumble, as do their emotions. And i'm sure that some people are in a lot more pain. i too feel, as we all do. But believe me when i say that i can understand better then most.

Gone was our roar, seemingly never to surface again.

It will serve us well to remember that we are never alone, unless we choose to be. We are never given more than what we are capable of receiving. Only sometimes i pray so hard that all this would just go away, that i may be left in peace, that i would be capable feeling the same way as this facade i'm putting on. It is not easy. Time & a lot of love; from those that hold you dear, & and those whose ties are true, will give us the courage and strength to trudge on. These are the ones that will let us see the path we must take. They can't help us pick, what more choose for us the way we must take. And when we take the path, we must follow it, eventhough it may seem like the biggest mistake of our life at the time. Then maybe one day we will find that the timid kitten would be no more and we shall return strutting our stuff, pacing the world with more pride and fierceness then we ever knew we had before.

We shall then once again find our roar.

The wounds may heal. Even the scars might be lost & forgotten, washed away by the rigours of life. But the stains will always remain. This is what life is all about. To paint the whiteness of which we were born, by ours or others' hands, with the colors which will shape the picture of our souls. i may have colors which others (and even myself) deem bad, dangerous and even evil, but i believe that all things must have it balance. My 'black' side is what makes me more open and flexible, and strengthens my 'white' side. There can be no light without darkness. There can be no embracing warmth without the bitter cold. And so there must be suffering and pain for there to be joy and bliss.

And when we learn of life, we shall learn to whisper our roars.

~for lil' lucy shining in the sky, the muse for this one.~