how to tie shoelaces using only your hands

simonwang:

Courage - to do right despite pain inflicted on ones self

Rectitude - to fight with one hand tied behind your back

Humility - to refuse to assign blame to releive ones own pain

Forgiveness - the release of all hope for a better past

Romance - to interpret reality optimistically rather than acuratly

Benevolence - to assist others using all you can spare

Honesty - to give representations without secondary intentions

Honor - to respect that which you do not understand

Loyalty - to work for those who represent you

luxuria - to value another at detriment to ones self

superbia - to value ones self to the detriment of another

resentment - to value an alternative existence over ones reality

waste - to take more than will be used

avarice - to take more than can be spared

acedia - to take without contributing

cruelty - to gain joy from the pain of others

vainglory - to misrepresent ones opinion of ones self

Come young calapigianite,

With all your sweet alacrity.

Time for me to cop some head!

The melancholic curve of a non-rigid object suspended between two fixed points.

drying after three hours of rain
the gravel hears someone is coming

droplets of rainwater ricochet in slowed tempo,
reflecting the certainty of his every footstep,
each sinew purposeful,
sustained by solemn belief,
approaching doorway to the life he left behind,
seeing the white painted entrance to number 78 Arlington,
his rite hand docking with the curled wrought-iron of the stair-rail.
In his certainty he feels the full circumference of the turn
towards the house where his old life is setting down to sleep.
As his hand launches towards the door,

intending to knock upon the cracking paint he had applied years before ,

laughter from inside fractures his disposition. 
Our man realizes that he has had his chance,
his fist being forced from its course
contacting solidly with the bricks that house the life that is no linger his to live.

He takes off his clothes, folding them neatly and leaving them to the life fate saw was never his,
he sets off to find his second chances, the wet grit of the pavement sticking to his feet.

if it be your will 
that i speak no more 
and my voice be still 
as it was before 
i will speak no more 
i shall abide until 
i am spoken for 
if it be your will 

if it be your will 
that a voice be true 
from this broken hill 
i will sing to you 
from this broken hill 
all your praises they shall ring 
if it be your will 
to let me sing