Little Joys

in life we find ourselves
moving a little too fast
and we often fail to notice
the little joys that have gone past

the cool mornings that come
and the new days they bring
the world awaking from slumber
the songs that little birds sing

the flowers of the field
all gently swaying in the breeze
the kings of the world in their glory
were not clothed like any of these

the gentle warmth of sunlight
the soothing rustle of trees
the aroma of baked bread
the little plate of carrots and peas

the little smile on a friend's face
just to show that they care
from the mild laughter at a bad joke
to those special moments friends share

those little things taken for granted
never noticed although so near
take a moment to appreciate them
before they disappear.

some stuff i've been working on.

dum dee dum.



Kabutos Clash by ~FeiZaiCheng on deviantART


L4D Hunter by ~FeiZaiCheng on deviantART

today was
a dreary day
the city was damp and cold
and the sky was grey

the office was quiet
and i sat down feeling blue
and there was nothing to think of
except maybe you..



my beloved sub and cookies.

Never made a positive difference
Never have. What's the use of trying?
From the look of circumstances
Probably never will. Love is lying.




Suddenly becoming a hermit in the mountains of Japan seems like an awfully good idea.
Nobody to give a poop about me nor anyone I need to give a poop about.

..except my pet yak.

Of Poops And Hearts And Little Farts

a 'happy' poem by some standards by popular demand.
take the plunge.






a good poop can make your day sometimes
wouldn't you agree
you don't have to smell or even look
just do it after you pee

a good poop can make you feel
much much lighter than before
you go in the toilet burdened and heavy
and come floating out the door

a good poop is, of the day
a very important part
no day on earth is ever complete
without a decent poop or fart

a good poop can end the day
with much relief of pain and stress
as you feel the shit come out

your

smelly

___.

there was once a young rose
by the side of the road
displayed for all to see
the only rose
in a patch of wildflowers
how it got there was a mystery

among the wildflowers
it grew from a seed
caressed by the wind, unbridled and free
and yet it doubted itself
that it could be anything more
than a wildflower could ever be

"i'm nothing special,"
it told itself
"what more is there to me?
i'm just a wildflower
like everyone else
wouldn't you all agree?"

the wildflowers shook their heads
in disbelief and said
"you're more beautiful than any of us!"
and yet the rose
replied with a sigh
"i don't see what's all the fuss."

"i have petals the colour of blood
and large sharp thorns on my body
always ready to hurt and not to love,"
the wildflowers once again
shook their heads and said
"you're not giving yourself the credit you deserve."

"you may be like us
with petals and leaves
but yet you're one of a kind
others walk past
and look at us
and yet you're the only one they'll find."

the rose looked at
the wildflowers who spoke
green, yellow and white they were
each unique and beautiful
in their own way
and yet they were encouraging her.

it so happened
that a human child walked past
and cried out gleefully
"there's a rose here
come and look!
it's beautiful, mommy!"

the mother came along
took one look at the rose
and a faint smile appeared on her face
"do not touch it, child
as you can see
the rose is in its rightful place"

"those wildflowers
all green yellow and white
beautiful as they may be
the rose to them
is like you, my child
a miracle borne of life's beauty."

"the rose is still young
it has much to learn
and yet it brings much joy to the world
as each day passes
more beauty is unveiled
as its petals are slowly unfurled."




"come, my child."