Untitled 4I don't know enough to be any different,
But that's why you chose me didn't you,
Because I could speak from the heart when nothing else mattered,
Your all too familiar with the story,
It ended with you telling me to stay.
Would it worry you if I chased your demons?
To take the arduous task of driving them from your dreams,
Time heals all wounds,
Everyone has a one scar or another hidden away,
And I am not afraid of yours.
Take my hand love,
Let the water pass between us,
For it carries away all the guilt and shame we once carried,
Look deep into my eyes as I hold you in my arms,
And believe me when I say that your beautiful.
dissertation black and whiteDissertation on the Concept of Black and White
The truth argued and stipulated by some is based on the sole principle of reality. The reality it is argued is the finial decision, or the judge that holds the truth to the foundation of society. This judge plays the most important role, for he dictates in every situation who is right and who is wrong. But could there be any challenges, to his reign. Assume that based on this dialogue that society, as a whole could not function, as it cannot, without the bases of truth. Now challenge the function of reality by picking two opposing parties, each completely the same in every way but one. Present them then with a situation that they both consentingly and forcibly yet also passionately disagree on the solution. What you have then created is a small stone; this will lay the groundwork for the opposing parties. The inspiration for the situation is as uniform as every major and universal controversy. "Define what cannot be defined, the
TearI wish I had the strength,
To take the burden you have given me,
Maybe life would have been nicer,
Or just another rainy day in a meaningless existence.
I wish I had the courage,
To tell you that you will always live,
Another shining star in the center of my heart,
But you make it hard for me because you're you.
I wish I had the wisdom,
To find what makes you happy,
So that maybe I could find a day's rest,
But that would remove my humanity.
I wish I could walk away,
Some people need to help themselves,
And I always seem to be carrying you,
That should have been enough.
I wish I had the hope,
For one loner to find peace,
Another breath of human nature,
The world will remain as it has stood.
TravelerThey Know I must be joking, to say not for which I am.
that does not stop me from using language that no one hears anymore.
They know I must be crazy,
entertaining the people who live within my head.
would you be so polite if ever a guest were to knock?
They know I must be happy,
for my face always hold's a smile.
in order to appreciate happiness one must also be all too familiar with sorrow.
They know I must be intelligent,
for I can understand any concept.
anyone can understand something if its been repeated to the untrained ear over and over again.
They know I must be noble,
for I serve the common good.
within the common good always lies a means to an end.
They know I must be loud,
for my voice can tear through a crowd.
even the loudest must have come to understand quiet.
Then they must know who I am.
anyone who knows clarity can also appreciate the importance of a mirror.
Shepherded Thought IIIn any language, culture, or society - no matter how small, certain measures are taken to maintain simplistic ideals. So if one is to take a thoughtful, new idea into society hoping that it will improve the world of the future; he will then be scoffed at as a raving lunatic and caged until he conforms with what is deemed normal.
I told a lie once - you remembNumber 6 [A compilation from the FAST AND LOOSE SERIES]
I told a lie once -
It was the day I told you that I could change -
that was a lie.
I am not pretending anymore -
I cannot change.
This is who I am -
live with it.
for better or worse.
Why are questions regarding happiness the hardest to answer?
Why do some people argue that animals do not have a soul when they have just as much right to be here as we do?
What does peace of mind smell like?
If it does not smell, what does it taste like?
If it does not taste, what does it sound like?
If it does not sound, what does it look like?
If it does not look, what does it feel like?
If it can only be perceived by one of our senses is it really peace of mind?
[Philosophical Discussion Ended]
Maybe tomorrow I will smell the roses.
Maybe the next day I'll push daisies.
At the end of the day -
Who knows, who cares.
A HERO WITHIN USIn the battle between light and darkness
Where do we choose to stand
We only live as mortals
Powerless beyond the fortress of life
We grow like weeds
We rust like steel
Our true self perches
Within the inner realm of our soul
That depicts a diversity of values unraveled
Life is laced with controversy
We decide to possess the quality
Of a true heart and soul.
We choose between good and evil
Who we are lies within us
Every courage we have
Every love we share
Every gift that God has given
Bring us to our glory and fall.
We are unique in our own way
We battle life to survive and inspire others
A determined heart
A generous act of bravery and kindness
Is where our heart and soul lies
For there is a hero within each of us.
Far from PerfectI cannot stand hypocrisy,
though I know I'm guilty of it.
I care nothing for dishonesty,
but I've told a lie or two.
I do not condone betrayal,
yet I've set a few fires
along the way.
I would never blame another
if the blame was mine to take.
My intention was never to hurt you,
but it happened just the same.
I do not expect forgiveness,
I doubt I could give it
I would never claim perfection,
though I am a perfectionist.
This just means I never finish anything,
because I'm never happy with how it ends.
So I guess you could say
I'm far from perfect.
I would certainly agree.
At least I'm honest about it,
just as sure as the words you read.
And Tonight My Prayer Was XIIAnd tonight my prayer was:
I don't care who remembers what. Eventually everyone who remembers will be gone. And then everyone who remembers them will be gone.
And then, someday soon, a boy just like me will be born, on a planet just like this one, in a universe a thousand infinities away. And he will fall in love as I did, and he will hate as I did, and he'll fuck up the same as I did, and he'll open his eyes like a child, and he'll wish he was blind.
And then he will die. Once he's gone, people will remember only how he died; only say 'he was a nice lad' or 'he went out doing what he loved.'
And then they'll forget, and die.
And the people who remember them will forget, and die.
And then, someday soon, a boy just like me will be born, on a planet just like this one... And so it will be forever hereafter.
And Tonight My Prayer Was XIIIAnd tonight my prayer was:
You once asked me: "Why do you look to the ground when you walk?"
"So I can see where I am treading." I said. "Why do you look to the sky?" I, equally bemused.
With a smile you reply "So I can see where I'm going."
The TrekThe Path is trembling,
This may be my death.
This climb is killing me with bad footing and nearly impossible paths.
Such lack of life on this trek as well as food.
This challenge has taken me,
I have found a new hell for myself.
I'm sick of this now.
It is worse from what I was leaving.
This suffering and pain Why?
I asked for something else.
From halfway up, I'm having my doubts and growing weak.
Fatigue is taking over me and the cold thin air is choking me.
But I will not back down,
I have to do this.
I see it! I see it!
There it is! The End of my Journey!
I am scarred and battered,
Exhausted of what I went through.
HAAH!! HNNG! Ahhhh!
This is it
Amazing I can see the path I used to reach this spot,
I can see where I resided.
It's Beautiful and Massive.
This is where I was?
There is something powerful here
Something has ended but it, i
Love is not a string,
Nor is it a ring.
It is not a game,
Or some beast for you to tame.
Neither is it a wave,
Or in confessions of the brave.
Love does not stay in only two,
If what you feel is true.
It is in the smile of bliss,
And the feather light kiss.
Love is like a quiet breeze,
That touches all it sees.
It is in the smiles you bring,
That makes others wish to sing.
In it you will forgive,
The sins of those that live.
It can be seen with loving eyes,
And is the envy of the skies.
It is against the norm,
And helps you weather any storm.
Hear love's clarion call,
For every heart, both great and small.
Love is patient, love is kind,
Love is not for the haughty mind.
In all these things it be;
Love, which is eternity.
I want toI want to write beautiful, happy things. I want to show the world that despite the fact that I can imagine being ten times happier than I am now, it does not preclude me from being happy. I want to share the joy and laughter and sweetness of the world we live in.
I want to demonstrate the power of the people. Each person has so much potential that does not get harnessed and, instead of complaining about it, I want to step up and create a change. I want to make a trend where people compliment each other instead of putting each other down, where the earth fills with 'yes'es and smiles instead of negativity. I want a world that is just, accepting, and even better- appreciative of itself and of each other.
Unfortunately, I've got a long way to go. However, as Epicurus said: "Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for."
So I will continue living, learning, hoping and dreaming, and perhaps together, s
World of Tears and DeathIn this world of tears and death,
The call "Bring out your dead"
Echoes around the abandoned streets.
Mothers send their sons to war
But may not get them back.
Young men march out to war
And grow up too fast.
Corpses speak louder than words.
But in the end,
In this world of tears and death,
We all bleed red.
The Apathetic YouthHe's mad that this is as good as it gets. The big house, the good school, the nice neighbourhood. It's difficult for kids these days, in a way. The country's very prosperity had become a burden, a dead end. Everything works, doesn't it? At least if you're white and middleclass. So it must often seem to young people that they're not needed. So, in a sense, it's as if there's nothing more to do.
Except tear it apart.
Time Moves us.. let itTime.. a great wonder within itself. But What is it? Is it the past present and future? Is time linear? An infinite line? Or is time a flame.. an eternal flame that powers creations. Time is flashing before your eyes. Reality is here-now Truth is said to be embedded in reality. Truth is eternal to the present.. Past truths become obsolete. The future becomes only sparks toward the Fire of the Present. Truth is here not there.
Here-now in these very moments. You are here my fellow human. What are you doing? What are you thinking? What are you feeling? How long are you in creation? How long are you not in creation? Time guarantees you opportunities and situations for you grow to be YOU. What are you? Have you forgotten? Are you discovering? Or are you being? Death is the only thing in the future that is set in stone. Everything else is dependent
100ThemesChallenge - WrathWe saw them kick you and beat you until you were lying, bleeding in the dirt. Broken and tired, with tears running down your face, you stood up, opened your arms, and hugged the entire world.
The Love And The War"Look." You said at last, exasperated "Think of it this way: how big is your heart?"
I smirk at such an easy question, and hold up my hand, fingers tightly curled. "Here. As big as a fist."
You shake your head, hold up your hand and curl it over mine. "No, don't you see? My heart will always be bigger than your fist."
PolitikTo be politically correct, people should take the time to understand why politics is a facade. Oh great fascism and corporatism!! We call this democracy! Democracy has change for the worse has it not. Polarity and lack of education and intelligence puts our deity democracy in an asylum. And the hypnotizing and contradictory television and radio has plague the minds of the masses. I do say there are some formidable media, but that is some. Most are created to set a distraction, a great illusion with mischief in the back curtains. The most primary aspect of humanity that we have distorted democracy and government is that we do not take the time to examine ourselves. Why do have our beliefs and faiths? Be skeptical. Critically think of what we need. Search in our world what needs to be fixed. In order to fix, it is to understand why it exists and how it got there. My people across the world.. you are more powerful than what you think or belief. If you don't like what you see or feel, stan
They Say Love Will Blind YouWe walk through the deserted park, hand in hand. Glass cracks beneath our feet, and dying reeds scratch knee-high at our legs. A stone , hurled through the air, strikes your temple; ignored. Running our fingers across graffiti, we pretend we read love letters, and feel the caress of flowers - not thorns. Just playing at being lovers, in an unloving world.
The Art of Retreatthe vertebrae of my spine
draw the jagged edge
of enemy lines between us,
boundaries i drew myself
as i retreated into these
self-made trenches, hands
over my head, drawing into
the dark depths of my mind.
your gentle touch is a tentative
attempt at truce, but my shoulder
blades curl away from you,
malicious though I declared this war.
locked in my chosen prison,
i can see you, i can reach through
the bars to touch you but i do
not have the keys to set myself free
from this damp death and decay.
i entreat you with wide eyes
even as my bones attack.
this battle rages on, inside
my skull and in this bed,
so it's up to you, soldier,
to save this prisoner of war.