How mundane
The situation, life,
Where the exceptional
Ability of awareness
Forgets itself,
If only to be remembered.
Grief. An unwanted annual,
Holding tight its lips
In spite of chatter.
How mundane
The situation, life,
Where the exceptional
Ability of awareness
Forgets itself,
If only to be remembered.
Grief. An unwanted annual,
Holding tight its lips
In spite of chatter.
I fall for you
In the afternoon;
I realize
How much you do
To catch my eye,
To keep my hand
By your side,
And our minds
Forever ours.
How sweet battlefield of breeze
Throws patterns against a white-washed sky,
With speck’d splatterings of grey-blood
Leading mind to wander in thought
Of life, slow-crawled to march o’er globe.
In contrast, wet green of Arbor leads me stay
To fight Gravity and her many anchors here.
Life is but a monumental painting, where brushes care not of color, but carry them relentlessly.
Quite magical to see
, flying above me,
The outline of a bird
Against the bare bottom of a cloud,
Darting o’er canopy
Man-made and not,
Taking my eyes on ride of Valkyrie.
A song can come from anyone who cares to sing.
Human languages are funny, right? We have to use so many sounds and symbols to express a desire for survival. [This desire includes surviving with others, which, in turn, increases our chances for survival.]
Coupling is replacing one’s blanket with another person.
Some hold fast this thought of being above emotion, knowing not that being dispassionate merely increases the likelihood of being met with emotion. Some hold fast this thought of needing emotion, knowing not that being emotional merely increases the likelihood of being met with dispassionateness. Between both somes lives empathy, waiting, like a crossing guard, to solve for situations before they happen.
Wordiness is next to boring, where all writers dear not tread, ‘less their readers know the perils.
Forgetting isn’t a problem, so long as I remember where I am.
Performance is less tied to cause than purpose.
“Motivation,” resonates as a reason to move, though was first the reason for standing still.
Part of taking the high ground is leaving the low ground.
There are they who are blessed by fortune, and they who are fortunate to be blessed; always remember: both are blessed.
From faucet flows flattened flame, clear on skin, burning all the same.
We fall to see which way is up.
Wind brings movement of seed, soil, sand, leaf, and temperatures, sure, but wind wraps around, pushing, and we, silly billions, always try to fight back.
Do we really know our experiences? How sad to know only our recollection, when angles matter more than occurrences; something can happen once, but be known an untold number of ways.
So, we’re here; where else could we be?
See yourself, but know everyone else.
Always gain another’s view. Being well-rounded isn’t just about knowing everything, but knowing how others view everything, too.
What he says makes more sense than what is heard.
In the most hostile environment, become comfortable. Relieving yourself of anxiety and fear make you more capable of handling reality, which is often less hostile than perceived.
More exists in me than expressions can show. For that reason, I must use subtleties and gestures as well.
I am not slow, nor is an artist quite inefficient. If you wish to see/hear/read the outcomes, enjoy the strokes and the lulls.
Life is one of few who can fool you into acceptance and rebellion, without letting you know in which you have fallen.
Pride is a mighty beast who cowers not at Belief.
If there is no new content, create. All we ever do is consume that which we have not created, giving rise to a need to create our own, that which is new. This is why we prosper so: we desire all we do not know, have not experienced, do not yet have; we desire completion, a feeling of being whole through absorption of life.
”Power,” this idea that someone has control over another, is completely imaginary. The only control one has is based solely on another’s decision to obey.
A situation is always scarier than a scenario.
Some people are bulldozers, some people are steamrollers. Some people can push through anything, and some people seem tough, but they need everything laid out all nice & even.
Oh,
I thought you knew it.
Oh,
I thought you saw it
With all the looks I gave to you.
Oh,
But, you must have known them–
Oh,
But, you had to know them–
With all the looks I gave to you.
Oh,
I stared beyond you;
Into our hearts, I found you;
In my mind, I kept you there.
Oh,
The times we spent;
Oh,
The lives we shared,
And
You never knew them…
But,
I am here to tell you,
Oh,
I am here to tell you
Just
How much we’ve known
Each other,
Just
How much I need you
To care.
Waking up
To
The ways
Of a
World
Centered
At the poles,
Leaving
Us,
The Temperate,
In silence
But to avoid a change.
I know now
A change
Always comes,
As one
Came
For us,
The Temperate,
To be.
I know now
A change always comes,
And
Evolving
Is the only way
To stay
What I
Intend to be.
She
Spoke
And said, ”
I
Wish
I
Could
Be
With
,” and
I tried
To
Be
Fine with
My
Name
Not coming
After.
I got money in the bank
And I’m alright,
But still tryin to be
Where I don’t need to fight
To realize my dreams or
Just to be me.
hey, why ya
cryin’? all i
said were words,
nothing more than
sounds thrown
against you to
break you down to
see my point of view.
hey, why ya
cryin’? all i
brought up were
memories,
nothing more than
parts of our past
you’ve been trying
to forget, but
can’t now
that i’m
slinging them about
like fire,
trying to temper you
, but i keep the
flame too hot, so
you have no choice
but to melt before me.
hey, why ya
cryin’? all we’re
doing is continuing
what we saw our
parents do, despite
promises to the
contrary, but we
both know promises
are not kept unless
vowed, and we
never bothered to…
hey, why ya
cryin’? i promise
i won’t do this again,
but i can’t
guarantee that
promise can be kept
depending on
how you make me feel.
it’s not like
you give me every minute
i ask for, no, it’s
not like you give me
every minute i ask for, no,
it’s not like
you do.