The Beauty o' Olde English

I haue learned to speke yn a myxtour ov'the langue spaken in England sufficientlie, during the tyme of William Byrd. And I do under stande th langue verie well, especiallie yn ytts wryttn forme. Looks irregularr, but, there wer not rules that gouverned the spellying and orthographye. By the way, this is som passing fayre musickque. Many a thankes fo' offeryng to ous per listenyng.

Peace and silence

It was long dead... But it doesn't... Fret not... Being angst-ridden is deadly...

Heart is so cold... frozen... Mingle not... mind of recluse... adapt'd to the peaceful and quiet place... few people around... How I wish to walke the woods so wylde... How I wish't be fore eternity... but it'll not... Peace an' silence shall by m'heart...

Coincidence or conspiracy?

There's a big coincidence after the occurrences of three major earthquakes on our Earth.
May (5) 12th Szechuan
Jan (1) 12th Haiti
Feb (2) 27th Chile

Read horizontally as 512 112 227
Read vertically as 512 112 227

Legend says this coincidence may indicate death or doomsday...

Coincidence or conspiracy? You'll be the judge!

Touch of Poignancy

His heart is so dead dear, from his ears, the words so hurtful that he hears...

None can mend his wounds, he wishes the hope to come, else he has to be a recluse.

Empty feeling, the future deeds by human are hard to be anticipated, he admits it.

The ending is the same, regardless, it is destined, needless to strive for it, he gave up, he is left alone...

The tears flow like river, it won't stop, even though the eyes aren't teary, but the heart cries...

Same goes with the hardy mouth, says no, but the soft heart says yes.

"Love-me-yes, abandon-me-not", those are the cliche to convince the loved ones.

How time changes, so does the people, those words seemed like a delusion of foolishness.

How can I believe a promise that can't be broken?