The dark-faced loner

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost, The road untaken.


To lose one's faith surpasses
The loss of an estate,
Because estates can be
Replenished, -- faith cannot.
Inherited with life,
Belief but once can be;
Annihilate a single clause,
And Being's beggary.
The dark-faced loner stands in misery

The winds drew off
Like hungry dogs
Defeated but by a single bone.
Through fissures & quakes in volcanic cloud
The yellow lightning shown.
The trees held up
Their mangled limbs
Like animals in pain,
Like nature falls upon herself,
Beware then, an Ancient Law!
The very law, the dark-faced loner stands strong upon

An Anceitn Law of joy & sorrow
Of which the elders speak from heart
Your joy young little yee,
is your sorrows unmasked
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was often
times filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,
the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine
the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit,
the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart
and you shall find
it is only that which has given you sorrow
that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth
you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow,"
and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come,
and when one sits alone with you at your board,
remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales
between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver,
needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

For as they say Time changes things, but i say to thee,
"you change yourself as time brings you forth"
As only you can change your own life, noone can do it for you.
where time is the only constant, the signal for rebirth
that sorrows and joys be inseparable
so as changes in time to go
Change has a such an impact on the human mind.
To the fearful it is threatening because it means that things may get worse.
To the hopeful it is encouraging because things may get better.
To the confident it is inspiring because the challenge exists to make things better.
But to the meek and sorry ones, it is a destructive force of nature acting on the fearful, hopeful and confident ones.

Any transition serious enough to alter your definition of self
will require not just small adjustments
in your way of living and thinking but a full-on metamorphosis.
The more things change, the more they remain... insane.

For changes comes as time goes by
for as sorrows comes for a better joy to pass
for as mistakes makes the meek lose hope
for as chances are given yet taken for granted by
for as hope be dim and clouded dark
for as i, the dark-faced loner
unmask his hidden eyes

the dark-faced loner, lost and gone.
the dark-faced loner, the clueless poet
the dark-faced loner, the lsot misionary
the dark-faced loner, the idealist, gone wrong.
the dark-faced loner, insane as it goes.