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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.
Religious EssayEssay on the Universal Truth of Religion
Throughout history people have been asking themselves "who is God?" One of the earliest believers in God were arguably the Egyptians who paid homage to the sun god Ré in about 2000 BC. A very close second may have been the Greeks and the Romans who alternatively both worshiped Zeus as the supreme being. Later religions that followed these earlier leaders are including but not limited to: Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, Mormonism, Shamanism, Hinduism, Christianity, and even Satanism (Yes I do know a Satanist, and it is a religion as such must not be excluded from the argument). Of coarse when one expresses such a human element as the way a one worships, inevitably one will see recorded through the sands of history the numerous religious wars. But are these war's necessary?
One modern example we have of a religious war took place September 11, 2001. On that day two symbols of American success were brought to their knees by the delusions of terroris
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.
See I have this fire - You remNumber 4 [a compilation from the FAST AND LOOSE SERIES]
See I have this fire -
It burns inside of me -
Though I try to Shepherd it -
it came out today.
Now I am scared again -
I want to calm down again.
I want to return to you -
to wrestle in your arms.
I want you to laugh -
and tell me its okay.
To call me a silly dog -
to act like kids.
Like we used to -
that's all gone now.
I am stuck with my fire -
it reminds me of the situation I'm in.
How much I miss you -
and how much you ignore me.
I don't want to start over from you -
but you push me to do nothing else.
As much as I don't want to -
the Dog tells me I have to stop crying over you.
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."
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.
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
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
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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