Thoughts on the end of the year

2011
what an awful year
truly annus horriblis
a year of strife
of sorrow
of abandonment
of being Richard.

but also a year of Joy
of celebration
of passion
of being Myself

I have grown
to realize the truths of life
that sometimes its not worth fighting for
that sometimes we need to give up a fight
that sometimes its not meant to be
that sometimes others are waiting
that sometimes others do care
that sometimes others have a heart as well
that sometimes others love you

eureka
I have loved and lost and loved again
and bitter though the gall, sweeter the sweetness grows
here's a short poem for her

I love a love that is innocent
she walketh in the light
she shineth like the sun
and with her wings take flight
I love a love that is ever true
she smileth with her eyes
she compareth with none
and soareth to the skies
I love a love that is now mine
she misseth me so much
she besideth me run
and my whole life she touched

Jon Black (2011)

Merry Christmas one and all

To all my readers,
merry Christmas to you all
yeah

unfortunately for me

This Christmas sucks

to the max

A few days ago,

I might have looked forward to celebrating it

but

something came up

and totally killed the mood

I will never be the same again

because I realized that after 6 months

the epilogue of Prodigal

Maddie goes off to the states

Devon, well, we don't hear of him anymore

Liz and Jarrod, are yet unmarried

and live separated by distance

as for Richard, the "pro" with women,
he loses Bailey after a loveless romance
when he gave his all heart to her.

Well, this story sucks
but it is real.
I never thought it would end like this
But ah, the drama, the irony, the angst
the sheer art and genius
truly the answer is found to the philosophical question:
Art imitates life or life imitates art?
nothing can be so full of tragedy than real life itself

I ascribe to Lucanus when he states:
"God is our Adversary, and we are made to strive with Him"
such is the lot of man
there is no other reason to explain the sad reality
of perfection revealed
and suddenly taken away
leaving only the forlorn to his pining
Since He is my enemy and I am to contend with Him
then let us contend
He shall defeat me, as He is God
but I am a man
and I shall not back down from a fight
not when it has been brought to me
I will go down with pride
I will be Richard