Friday, October 22, 2010

Me.Them.It

Here is 'me',

As I always be, an absolute dreamer. It's me.

I must express,

Telling it is 'me' has got no representation of 'egoistic',

Nor will it be a self centralist.


Dubiously,

Answer why is that case,

Without realising who are we makes no difference but a living corpse.


The juncture I have met,

In many ways has expanded my dreaming capability,

Living in a dream doesn't  neglect one's rationalism;

Whereas eliciting more hopes coupled with logicalness,

It is propounded nothing but a trite life,

Having lived without a dream.


Here is It,

The Lex Legum Baccalaureus,

A high hill I am climbing,

Erroneously crowds have represented their views,

A suit who may have been too tight a try,

It therefore, draws a wistful smile on me.


Fiat justitia, ruat caelum,

Joyful and challenging it must be averred ,

A gaze, I maybe gained from most,

Obligation I will bear to soothe all:

It is a truth, nonetheless.


Rebutment plausibly unearthed in my previous post,

That nothing's called a truth,

The de facto is,

My true feeling,


Amused by the craft of the brilliant judges,

Making the law interestingly presented,

A delight I have obtained,

The Stare Decisis.


It is 'Them',

Amid all importantly their existence,

Clamour i may have made at the erstwhile,

Trully their efforts making all feasible,

A sumptuous gift I have received.


Having my feet on Cardiff,

Feeling how concrete the ground is,

The way i made  it here,

because of 'them' and the lovely 'it'.








Here is 'me',

As I always be, an absolute dreamer. It's me.

I must express,

Telling it is 'me' has got no representation of 'egoistic',

Nor will it be a self centralist.


Dubiously,

Answer why is that case,

Without realising who are we makes no difference but a living corpse.


The juncture I have met,

In many ways has expanded my dreaming capability,

Living in a dream doesn't  neglect one's rationalism;

Whereas eliciting more hopes coupled with logicalness,

It is propounded nothing but a trite life,

Having lived without a dream.


Here is It,

The Lex Legum Baccalaureus,

A high hill I am climbing,

Erroneously crowds have represented their views,

A suit who may have been too tight a try,

It therefore, draws a wistful smile on me.


Fiat justitia, ruat caelum,

Joyful and challenging it must be averred ,

A gaze, I maybe gained from most,

Obligation I will bear to soothe all:

It is a truth, nonetheless.


Rebutment plausibly unearthed in my previous post,

That nothing's called a truth,

The de facto is,

My true feeling,


Amused by the craft of the brilliant judges,

Making the law interestingly presented,

A delight I have obtained,

The Stare Decisis.


It is 'Them',

Amid all importantly their existence,

Clamour i may have made at the erstwhile,

Trully their efforts making all feasible,

A sumptuous gift I have received.


Having my feet on Cardiff,

Feeling how concrete the ground is,

The way i made  it here,

because of 'them' and the lovely 'it'.







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