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I came into existence, naked yet clothedwith innocence and unaware,bathed with my mother’s blood,old folks heard me cry and were so glad.I came not into this unknown sphere by my own will
you know when the mirror fogs up after you shower, that's like your life as it slowly fades away and you start seeing clearly it's like most of the moments that you lived disappear into the fog, and when it clears up and you start realiz
I'm sitting on the tongue of a wild beast-- The red rasp stained like concrete when children scape their knees. I can't fall. I know I can't fall again, because I'm terrified to see the bones underneath--
Pondering Caterpillars Not ordinary small, fuzzy green ones But big tigers with eyes all over
HOW DO YOU PAINT THE TWILIGHT   How do you paint the twilight The time between the day and night The dark surround of diminishing light
HUMAN So Intelligent So Very Flawed Power Problem Solving Brain
“Are you going to eat me”, the koi asked the cormorant?   “No, I don’t have any plans to eat you”, said the cormorant.  
The blue of the sky is not in a box of crayons. The color of the deep ocean does not have a name.  
Dawn meet the light,  and the twillight the moonall are mirageson labyrinth of mind,ever since time waking.Do you think that our existencemakes any differenceto this vast universe?
After time,people will say,in those years,  we lost the meaning of we,we lost the sense of universalityfound ourselves prisoners into ego,in a long soliloquyand the infinite life reduced to i,  
When one door opens, another closes.this is the eternity's circle,mistakes belongs to us, but not all,  the fate mapped out for us to follow,but does not define our choices,  beings of necessity and randomness,
All humans on earth are one.We descend from the same family of common ancestors.We are, in a quite literal sense, siblings,and like siblings we depend on each other's loveand care and responsibility.
Listen,if stars are still lit it means there is someone who needs them.It means someone wants to love,Why then do we feel so much pain and heaviness of heart?are we waiting for something, regretting anything?
  Why does everything have to mean anything? Because everything we hold dear Is fabricated and empty. I’m a  spec who lives on a sphere.  
Narrow hallways in morning Where the sun wont come through I laid cramped on the floor through the night, painted blue Early sky with no warmth Like a push, but not forth Dragged behind my shortcomings
Sculpted hammer of divinity comes down, and My skull is cracked and leaking Adorned by a veil of mourning glories in full bloom Laced, tethered stems joining at the base Soft gentle petals hugging
The bloods of disdain became apparent over time I'd have trekked a million hells only to say it wasn't mine And the rough terrain was rocky and ill structured like we; Found lost, exposed, and alone each time
Drawing out my pains in Thursday morning when I've found my world Crashed and still bleeding, but I'm alright, I'm unscathed Or rather, my world has found me Chosen me today
I might be wrong in thinking That I navigate with lithe and agility through unfamiliar dark rooms Dark wombs Even darker tombs sinking further down to a heated core, a hellish home My body, at last.
  We have sprinted on our paws from silver fields into the ashen corridors of Office-Max      How early we set our alarms, how grown up,who don the coats of men, despite the heat, who drive on four wheels down Park Avenue pasts the willing lemonad
Did we design the seed? The little grain of Hope. Did we comand to grow? The little sprout of Faith. Did we create the Light? The ray that makes it grow. Did we command the rains?
We scorn violence, yet indulge in violent means. We look for peace in all the wrong places. We walk on clouds, call them thorns. We are lucky yet we starve. Starve for more, whether it be something we have already. We walk among the rest of the wo
With open eyes   Just a little thought in another place.It changes the entire structure immediately!   Just a little word in another spot.It changes the whole purpose of content!
Glorified self praise   I like to read my own words,they are of a "special sort"!   Everything else comes only from the outside!From there comes the biggest nonsense!  
Sometimes up, sometimes down   I ask myself; Who i really am.I ask myself; after the true sense.   I feel power; and much more!And yet I feel so often empty.  
Fight for freedom   I only see virtual pictures ...And on all corners only signs!   Sitting in a noble cage.Digitally scratching the days.  
Money, money and money   Where to go with all my money?How much does the whole world cost me?   I am in a material delusion.My mind is beautifully tame.  
The new way   The direction seems determined.Nothing takes my courage anymore.   Sometimes I get stuck and wait,on a mild fateful gift.  
The real criminal   A gangster - Deep in the heart,Deep inside of him is only pain.   The system - so full of contradictions.Only a moment before the collapse.  
Thought lesson   Open the eyes to see.Stretch the legs to stand.   Red, yellow, green - totally the same,poor thoughts - rich thoughts!  
Confused frequencies   My being - so beset and glum.A frequent wave is shifting my mind!   The control from the outside, so strong.The own will - buried in the coffin.  
The divine gift   I always give you only plain view.I always show you only truth!   Good and evil - all without judgment,The truth knocks - she hurries.  
The easy life   I do not need much for life!Because basically it's just a game!   Who know the rules and how to bend them a little,knows how to win in this game!  
Everything foolish?   Who feels the words and listen to the meaning,is justly outraged by this world!   Selfish, deaf and also dumb,the whole humanity is running around!  
Life "under control"   The calm and the strength,holds "that" which creates everything.   The big and the little,it comes of its own!  
Change of the eras   Why do I do this and that?Why am I acting this way and not otherwise?   Do I always have the free choice?Or do I really have the agony each time?  
The chemistry of the sky   The sky was dark blue any times!I still remember exactly!   Such a deep and fulfilling blue!I still remember exactly!  
The "small" life   Ants I have admired abound,when I was young.   Clouds I have admired abound,when I was young.   Birds I have admired abound,when I was young.
At the beginning there was...   I feel it in my stomach,others feel it too!   A state of happiness.Time - an endless piece.  
From the beginning to the end   At the beginning was the love.At the end in there was life.   At the beginning was the day.At the end in there was time.  
At the end comes the strength   The end is slowly approaching,That's what a faithful scout told me.   Now it suddenly becomes obvious to me;It is coming suspiciously close to me.
A fork far from all understanding   Like a blossom-white cloud on the horizon that nobody notices...... That's how many people live their time.  
Path of Truth   No one can follow the true path.Everyone will avoid this tough path.   But if one is very old and wise.Then one understands the meaning of the long journey.  
Paths of love   See over there. She wakes up.She have slept and rested for a long time.   Now she is truly strong and pure,so the evil end will be very soon.  
A world so beautiful   The green meadow blossoms to new life.The empty sky forms his artworks.My spirit, it lives. My heart, it trembles.  
Words in full depth...   A few words... They work miracles,They're like tinder for my mind.   A few sentences... with beautiful words,And my heart wants to hoard all love.  
Dancing...   I feel the rhythm,I feel every bass vibrate.My head is completely free,All concerns are far away.  
Change of feelings   I'm gonna open up to the big whole,I don't wanna keep hiding.   I opened up and freed myself,and had suffered a lot of misery.  
Confused...   What comes when something else goes?What's going on if something else is coming?   What passed when something new happens?What happens when something new passed?  
A wish for you   I wish you from the heart;No suffering and no pain.   No sorrow and no misery,and not pleading for happiness.  
A new star on heaven's tent   You left us very early.Many still can not believe it.   You went to another place.Without saying goodbye ... just gone.  
Wordless Love   She's more than a simple word.She is more than a beautiful feeling.She is more than an exciting experience.  
In the spirit   Words that enchant.Ideas that delight.Feelings that seduce.   It is so clear and close.Thoughts must travel.Love must be free.  
Sometimes I wish...   ... I would be a leaf in the wind.And haste from branch to branch.   ... I would be a bird in the air,and scatter my scent everywhere.  
The true power   My mind is now pure and clear.As beautiful as it has not been for a long time.It is powerful and strongly matured.Almost unbending and stiff.  
Love awakens!   Can you feel her?She is invincible and powerful.Evolved she is flourishing magnificently.   Everyone can see her radiate.Everyone will understand it soon.  
The biggest whore of all   I love to play with her.It's pure fun to abuse her.   Everyone wants to own and covet her,but only a few will really feel her.  
Freedom of thoughts   All my thoughts and my will are free now.The compulsion and urge for success is now over.   There the last veil is also falling,and reveals the true vultures.
Confused Ghost   Words which open doors.Thoughts which move mountains.Emotions which move worlds.  
Love   My true love is out out there somewhere,I'd love to rush to her today!   I want to tell her everything, describing how I feel,that her smile may flush all the bad out of me.
Fantastic voyage   Maturing spirit.Flowering landscape.Sun rays on my skin.   New but old.Old yet new.   Infinity in transience.Ephemeral infinity?  
Everywhere lies!   Detecting a lie is difficult for the most people.For they no longer know the truth of our world.  
Now or never...   Just a whiff, and then it's time.Just a blink of an eye and it's there.The certain moment, this particular moment,The one you've seen coming for a long time.  
Timeless tones   Words without love, without sound,Strokes along my ear.   Meaningless, playful sounds,preached to me of incredible beauty.  
Money is reigning!   All the false teachings of this world,teach you; the most important thing is money.   Everybody has understood itnot just who did not find it yet.  
Creative power of thoughts   Wherever I go, there is no darkness.Because I create the light!   Wherever I go, there is no pain.Because I create happiness!  
The Phoenix rises up   He rises from the old ashes.His wings are strong and broad,His gaze is undimmed and sharp.Imposingly he is rising into the air.  
All Around Teaching   Last night I was in paradise.I felt so good, not bad at all.Then I saw a bright light,I walked towards it, but I didn't touch it.  
I'll be waiting!   Together we hike on many paths,towards true happiness and enlightenment.Without seeing the goal in front of our eyes,we'll try to comprehend it.  
Roulette of life   You are in me and I am in you!And just together we create the "here".   Everything together results in the whole,It ripens and thrives, from seed to plant.  
The loneliness in the communality   Today we are leaving together,It goes in the direction of heaven, up and up.  
Ode to loneliness   Oh my faithful friend where we stand today.I have see it coming for a long time!   With you by my hand,I moved all over the country.  
The leading   The journey begins with the first step.Go, I will accompany you a bit.I'll show you the right way,it leads along a narrow footbridge.  
Carousel of Madness   Everything familiar repeats itself.Old things are just new polarized.   Just a few see the big lie.Even less understand it.  
The way   The road is dark and uneven,but I feel a pleasant warmth.I feel the warmth of a light from afar.I follow this warmth, I follow her far beyond...  
My friend   Only with one in a lifetime I would build shit.Only to this one I would entrust everything!  
Material wealth   I could…  
Here and now   A day may affect the week.But the week also the day.   An hour can create your day.But the day also the hour.  
Materialism of heaven   After many years I am finally ready.I feel; my time is coming now.Nothing can hold me here any longer,nothing will split my mind again.  
The path to destination   To know no path does not mean to search no destination.   Finding a path does not mean "having no destination".  
Young souls...   Young in spirit, mature in body.The behavior, it is still stiff.   Unreasonable and also stubborn,it's going through a tough cure.  
Always again   A new day, he is born.The last one, I have lost now.In the beginning he is full of hope and so wonderful.Until he's whispering to me; today, it will not be so great.  
In the heart of mother nature  
Insight   Honesty and love bring you true happiness,Did you understand it, there is no way back!  
Like all flowers   Like all blooming flowers in spring,I also like to flourish at this time.   But this year I will bloom more.I will unfold my whole splendor.  
The butterfly in the wind   I open my eyes but I do not see anything.Everything is so dark, not a hint of a light!  
A mystical riddle like a Buddhist koan, 60s psychedelics or just a song that's moving- melodious. Something I seek- that, which I've found the essence, the gist of poetry itself.
The "real dream"   I want to live all my dreams!I want to take and give.   It's a wise and mature spirit,which shows me the way towards purpose.  
Theological questions lie jumbled in my mind, one in particular, that is quite perplexing. Can the tears of humankind caused by our suffering wash clean sin's awful stain? As for me, I believe
Space- truly the final frontier it is limitless and it's expanse unreachable, unmeasurable, unknowable... Still, we are a curious species, full of questions wanting to understand,
Unequivocal contentedness.    A trusty oak never fails to satisfy the search for philosophical soundness within one's soul.   Branches so perfectly placed the seem to represent a geometric phenomenon.
The inhalation after the sprint. The rain after the drought. The forgiveness after the wrong. The human capacity to love and to choose love and to choose love and to choose love amidst despair,
Every event of life is an act of realization. It is the life of that particular soul to wake up and feel what it is to be human. U wouldn't see the light if u weren't aware of the dark.
I often watch trees, because I actually like them I may love them really, but regardless I find them fascinating: Standing upright like power poles or bent over like blades of grass in wind  
I’ve considered putting my hair Into a ponytail when I’m sleeping Because my hair not soft against my Cheek and gets in my eyes and is Hot. I’ve also considered getting Another better-paying job. Both
As soon as the rosy-lining of sun appeared, The children sprang from their homes and met at the center. Their soiled feet pounded the stone pathways, alerting the
The phantasm of collectiveness We seem to surrender when the battle was almost won, We seem to celebrate when the battle is lost, 
Where does my soul touch my body? When I’m hurt why do I cry? What does it mean to be human? Do we even catch God’s eye?   Our time on earth is short; we’re born, we live, we die.
3 May 2019 10:27 Am I Know that I know nothing and nothing surely knows me There for I and nothing are a commonality I know that I'm a dreamer of life and what I see So is life the dream or the dream the life I see
I sat like a pigeon with a brain, Curiously wondering about visuals that retain, I spoke no words nor committed deeds; It was all meaningless,
Blazing, the brazen orb frenzied with greatFlashing, its flame in crackling blasts of heat.Fusion follows fission in frantic gait.Bloated gluttony or the bawdy teetIt slavishly seeks to gulp, whorish trait! Yet Helios possesses grave powers.Explos
When we tell ourselves to be honest,  how can we know what is true? What if the judgement we've always known is a foreign scent to a brother?   If the slip of the tongue becomes the slip of the mind, 
short is the day,endless is the path
The world, a child  her mind, a chamber  for nurtouring thoughts  no creature could blame her   stained skin  with blood so pure  they crave for her veins  In search for a cure 
So, absurdism. a b s r d . Weird word, weird world. It doesn't have meaning on its own, it gets its meaning from you. The world doesn't give itself, you, or anything meaning.
The End of the tunnel, What this holds is my own glimpse of loop, A lamp full of treacherous flow, Reminding us all our repetitive deeds, 
Under this veil of anonymous curtain, Gone rogue with my destiny to the mountains, I cried a hopeful bunch of nuts and crowds,  My only repertoire blazed in agony, 
Running green in our hands,  Dyed yellow in our eyes,  A distance of our own ancestral kin, Half of the distance shared by our people,
To be honest with yourself is not something that is simple To expose yourself to uncomfortable realities that may clash with your engrained views To allow yourself to be vulnerable to the questions
The poetry of reason,Let truth be.   But memory’s past,Let defeat be.   Such futures’s triumph,For dreams be.
The truth not only bears reality but reason and origin.   The truth not only justifies act but rather form the foundation of wisdom  
All the books are closed to me; My mind cannot penetrate them. I long to understand, But never find what I seek.   Philosophers and physicists Think away time and matter. What does time matter
When I learned of that bittersweet Paradise Lost By God forsaken except to that nascent Adam and Eve Learned I,  
Is that what I perceive or is it just a matter of imagination ?Is that what my soul and the pound in my chest representsz?I am just a representation of myself in different colors created by my thoughts.
I will never know for sure where the falling stars fall, Or where the black hole ends; I can never be for sure if magic exists Or if our lives are all pretend.  
I will never know for sure where the falling stars fall, Or where the black hole ends; I can never be for sure if magic exists Or if our lives are all pretend.  
says we should favor      the simplest theory,      all things           being equal in this roll of dice life but I prefer the more complex      if it means an Ear           to hear
Humans are not made without flaws They are filled with love, faith, and hope They come with feelings, determination, and selflessness   Humans are not made without flaws
  We Fenced off his reign, crystalline yet amorphous. The adolescence of today have brought me something to say.
We are all going nowhere from nowhere   Snow outlined the branches of the trees that shattered the sky Fragmented clouds January come and gone
Dear me, You, with all your crevices and caves are still the man in the glass, everyday he stares into your eyes with expectation of you fulfilling
Dear Darkness,   We meet again in this tragic abyss. It feels just like my lost lovers kiss. Once again, the air grows hauntingly thin. Take your pride in some fools grin.
You were a delicate butterfly So eternally beautiful But I hated your pure wings Hated your all-knowing eyes   You were a faultless mirror So morally irreproachable But reflected in your depths
Fear      breaks The crack of dawn Tossing, turning, yearning Hardly ever learning   People and places Pasts and problems Things I’ll never have the answer— Four Years. 
Why are things the way they are? Look ahead or look back far They are always as they seem It's what men in white robes deem Or so you think until the day Until one of them tries to lay
Always. Always always always. When one question is answered it brings millions of new questions that you weren't even aware of until you reached it. What happens in a black hole?
Dear blue-haired girl, working at the movie theatre in Bloomingfield, Indiana, I hope the tattooed name on your wrist does not become a stain on your skin.
Words jump off the page in ways that are meaningless  I scratch my head for a bit thinking it'll make a light switch go off in my head like, "I GOT IT"
to the stars lightyears away can you hear me way out there? do you feel my tearful stare as i silently speak to you in what can only be called prayer   on the planets in your orbit
Dear Plato, This desolate stone sculpture fumbling around with Play-Doh Molding the world, keeping us afloat Bearded Athenian, the framer's scapegoat.  
Love is hated, Love is craved.   A man wants the hold of a woman. A woman wants the kindness of a man.   A man wants to hold with powerful hands a small neck,
Should I be glad to exist in shadows? Should my being revel in complexity? The tremor of realization The murder of dichotomies.  
Within my body, Like layers of muscle fused, Lies the diamond: hope.
A blank sky screams A boy runs to it His feet plod off against ice-ground It is screaming too Now the screaming has dimmed
I think I'm a jerk. Maybe the funny part is: Some people are jerks.
How many universes are there? Few? Several? Many? What is the exact number? Nobody knows, but one is the safe answer. The cosmos is a large and mysterious place, Filled with untold and undiscovered elements,
A populace of mortals Grown blasé to The once quizzical nature of survival Begin to crave substance in living  
Here we are going Down an ever familiar road, To only find It's not the same at all. It used to be  Something different But I guess things are never the same. They are always changing
A path with nothing to fear. Walking on a road to nowhere. A path with nothing to see. We can chose who we want to be.
The night before, I dreamt of oblivion.  Alone in this world Yelling into the void And out of my indecision.                        A mere two words prompting a connection beyond. 
Dear John,   If you thought the altitude was bad in Colorado, you should feel it up here.   In one breath, I am gone. Sometimes, my mind goes with it...  
I see u's, I see n's, I see faces. They seem to tell a story, but they advocate none of the true. It all seems real until you see the flash. The flash of force 
Holding blue blood within  Sharing respiratory red blood can't live without 
Like a quantity divided by zero, I am undefined. I am cognition in your mind. I slip through your fingers when you try to figure me out. You and I are very alike, we are not what we think we are, and are
I'm thinking can you acquire everything in this world. The answer is a no, but your hard work has to be overboard. Am glimpsing through the book of life, and I see "Life is Short".
Many see life as birth, existence, and death. This, quite frankly, is the reality for an appreciable percentage of people. The reality is that people live on through their ideas. A mark, a symbol of themselves and their work.
make me, unmake me, unwind me like ribbon, bury me with all that has died before— half decayed children and barely formed youths all me, all not   let petals suture
Life that is without direction, Without thought. People that lead without choice, Without reflection. Those who experience true feeling,
Decisions shape and change the way we grow, But are the decisions we make truly ours? Perhaps we are controlled by something greater than us. Perhaps a construct such as morality,
    The end is a hard chair so steer your paper sails carefully and watch the day twice  to know it better
Scavenger  Day and Night Daunting dawns High Noon, Low Noon Dust to dust, til the end No place like home No home to begin with  Traveler Perhaps on a mission
This was not plenty  Peace, love, but NY times says they still killed Lenny, Playing the same thing, As he stares, thinking about the farm George kills Lenny, Cleansing souls arent enough,
I am a poet Not because of my name Not because of my works butbecauselike youI am a work of art Born from the rocksDustGasChanceAll to create me
Enlightenment is Found through the expression of One's self, uncontained
Teach me what you learned in school What is it your god teaches you Why to you is this cool And what equals two plus two  
The Romans would have carved into their gravestones: non fui, fui, non sum, non curo-- “I was not, I was, I am not, I don’t care.”
  Valuable in my Eyes   The artistic sky Paints a picture of freedom For lone gulls to fly.   On this island, “Perfect” can’t even describe the happiness that These warm currents bring.
Some say you need absolutely need water Others say you need absolutely need food Still others say you may need someone, perhaps a father? But I say you have the wrong attitude
On a deserted island, here I amDoomed to die, in the sandI won't bring any tears to let cryOr something to hold, like someone's hand.
There's a formula for everything these days, and I can prove more things than I can understand, And I can fact check the stars, number the sand,
  We passed the field by my house, Where you used to say sorry; Words never held meaning for you Without smoke kissing lips.   I never should have. I waited too long didn't I honey?
Dreams come true True they already are Are we doing anything to make them come true True they become if you try
The only thing we can do is wonder We could be as wrong as ever But still holding on to the feeble endeavor that the Philosophy is valid that our life has meaning
Curious NaturesIn a more weak world the most aggressive advantagesdon't always deal in what is referred to as "fair consequence."
Today, Socrates rolled over in his grave.  
A burst of
Philosophy is awesome, yes
  1 The clouds slide past  and rising, rustle against the blank sky. Their grandeur throws me off balance.  I wish I could throw off my clothes
You are reading a poem, except you aren't.   You are looking at words on a website And somebody told you that they comprise a poem And so you think you are reading a poem.  
   They say I’m waxing philosophic.But it’s only a car and so what if I like it shinyit’s mine and it reflects the sky, the sun, the moon,the stars and, in a way, me, connecting me to the universe
Patches of Dryness  
Quite strange Is the only way I candescribe my feelings right now,
Conventions of this wonderland I know
The world seems to lean by the masses to the optical
Curse and blessing, gift of spite
It's not unorthodox by any means
Well: who am I, put honestly? Without facade, I seem to be A borderline dichotomy Between two frames of mind.   At first, I show my artistry: An optimist's philosophy Where I eschew gentility -
It’s dusk on the hill as the heady sky rotates slowly above, silently aglow with vivid pulsing pink around the edges, like a child’s fingers eclipsing the dying flashlight of the sun.  
Flow uncontrollable, life is continuing onward do not try to control.  
even within nature we are confined  in chains   from the depths we crawled    toward the sun     into the trees      wiping sweat from our brows       liberty
Little things , Just the littl
Thoughts unhinderedTravel spry, in the form of prose,Observation won't ceasewhen the world slows.
There is no finish line There is no big success No more reason to run
In the truth that is the existence of the world, We are the instigators of change; Of the Future. As we march forward into this new age, we are evolving into gods. The gods that we had once worshipped.
Instant Gratification is ruing our nation, but this information is on a need to know basis.
My Philosophy,- -It’s Flawless, Perfection. It’s Visceral, immaculate. No right, no wrong. Naught but self-reflection, A supernova’s glow, set upon all direction.
We Are Anonymous Like the Mosquito that comes to bite you and you kill it. Now she is a forgotten entanglement of red and black. But you are still scratching the bitemark.
Just as darkness escapes the light
This is the land of make-believe,
So much Like a wicker chair used with fondness for it's reliability and appropriateness in its setting ratters and tears under the use of what it was create to do But, another question My leige?
Out there floating in the sky
Men kneel to kings,         And kings kneel to gods.     And though no monarchy holds my allegiance, And no deity my faith,
Hope. It runs deep. Deeper than any mineshaft, Tunnel or crevice within the world. Versatile, yet universal to all. It doesn’t hesitate, procrastinate Or assimilate. Hope is…             
The sophists need not use rhetoric to convince of her greatness.
If a boy sinks to his knees
i'm gonna polish It 2 a solar flame2 rekindle my subconcious chariotthat bears my virgin senses from:
-Dreamers are dreamers, we all dream of something  -Some dreamers are "fake-believers", and those become "unachievers" -To find what drives you, and imbrace it, is actually living the "dream"
Loneliness is like an abyss A world filled with endless darkness A place where light is consumed   The heart trembles because darkness laughs It shivers because the shadows devours the soul
I've seen you and yet I haven't
The smoke creeps perfect ‘neath and ‘round each hearse, as liquid darkness consumes the light over all the Earth. Bodies lay everywhere dead lifeless to noise and sound, to
“Everything that needs to be done Is the responsibility of everyone capable of doing it,” I say. I start my day Reminding myself that the only way to live Is to give everything I have Everything I can
whilst the trees , royal and majestic slept through the dark,
I am the poet, madder red The odd accumulation of odds and ends. Bright and tarnished, waylaid silver My worth is determined by the words I'm giving. But I am not only a poet of odds and ends
“Step on a crack Break your momma’s back.” That’s what they’d chant, All the kids on the block. We’d go around on tiptoes Avoiding the fractures; Like walking on glass. It meant so much to us,
Me realizing  Having closure for today Time grows rather short
*/ /*-->*/  Tell me Sterling, what is "change?" " A verb; to make or become different. Whether it be yourself
What if I became a philosopher? Would it change me and open my mind? Will it teach me more than I have learned in high school?   I long to understand the minds of many popular people
Timeless Stone             An ageless face             Carved under sunlight,             Ripened by moonlight.             A tasteless taste  
I hate the idea of destiny To me it's agony To think I don't control my own life The use of this word it so rife And it pains me to say this But your ignorance is not bliss
The problem we face Is one of pride; We want to believe That the answer's inside   So we build with our hands And observe with our eyes, Jump to conclusions
I hate myself,I hate my wealth,If I could give,Then I would live,Nothing would be mine,As nothing is divine,
To be or not to beI believe Hamlet was getting somewhere with thisTo exist is to thinkAnd to think is to beYet, what of the other side?This is not an exclimation to Death
What is dark?An absence of light. What is light?A removal of dark.You may not have one without the other. Perhaps this is the best representationof lifeand deathand frailty.
What is the mind of man,
It’s boring, it’s all boring. That’s what I tell myself. Then I remember a quote from a source I never cared to research that says Only boring people get bored A quaint platitude for the
Where is it you ask? Why, to the south In the place of the things The things that were seen By the people. Do you remember the people? They came here a long time ago In carts,
When most people look at the night sky The stars tend to catch their eye. But I, I look at that which I cannot see. The black in the sky fascinates me With its unknowable secrets
A road is never straight It winds and turns in every which way It may make you irate And at some points you have to stay
it powers the writer to write one more line   it inspires the muscian to play one more time   it rages the soldier to take that front   it focuses the athlete
If andonly ifyou 
Tell me a story,A story that never ends.
A gaping hole so void, and yet prominent. It's shell so spherical, as it wraps about its brittle self, in an unctuous curvature. A ring containing a nearly inconceivable number of atoms
He was here before it All and All owes it all to He cause without He All would never be  
Do you seriously think that assigning a shit ton of homework is going to teach us something? How about no. It doesn't. Is it effective, to what extent? It's not, never. Is it justified?
Love letters to no one: the weed
Darkness is a cloak of shelter. Ending the day's noise,  And so forth the day's chapter.   Darkness is everywhere,  Whether it's a shadow, Or a feeling you can't share, nor bear.  
Philosophy Mysterious, Difficult Thinking, Reasoning, Thinking Why are we here? To be.
What if you could evaporate in the sky And drift freely along the twists and turns of the winds current Travel miles upon miles over land Showering them with your condensed vapor
Confessions themselves cannot be penalized, and kind words cannot be thanked.    If I was asked why I write, I would not tell. I would write about it. Writing itself is immune, immortal--
Do drugs make faces lie? Does liquor deepen the hole? Cut once to fill it.     When mirrors break, glue can only dull shards.
The greatest fall of modern civilization, was abandoing the philosophy that kept us from the coffin. Aristotle and Aquinas held the keys, to western civilizations victory. In his metaphysics they lay,
The end of time is reassuringly complete I expected sadness But instead felt reassuring completeness Everyone else escaped backwards Into an elaborate game of hide and seek Before they hit the end
  Your impression That the world will harbor the Audacity to sever limbs from the whole truth Are gravely mistaken.   From now on, the whole truth, and nothing less! And in times of future toil,
Write.Written as the philosopher devised ways to thinkbut the thought was only told through speech.Yet speech was only allowed for those that began to speak
My mind makes a mosaic of memory, glass projections tied together in fluidity. Nonsense shapes incomplete but cooperating in order to make something beautiful.  
"Don't do that" a common utterance of disempowerment A three word society on its own filled with expectation when the first mistake was made A sense of being unloved, peaking through a pessimistic lens of hearing
Theres Something Great In All Of Us,  Something We Dont Earn But is Born Within Us, Potential..  Potential  Change The Lives Of Others and Make A Difference In World Where We
The tears roll down from his eyes and are blown away in whispers By the wind This Man I do not know him   He cries in an agony I cannot see He is alone beside me
wicker baskets positioned precariously at the edge of a bluff like the skulls of children (full of apples and oranges) spilling forth into the ocean mixing to create a fruit soup of sorts  
I'm living high on Paradise Where nobody cheats, and nobody lies I'm blessed to walk on streets of gold I'm doomed to walk these streets alone  
Look into your own Imagination. What is around your location? Suited rabbits? Black magic? Mystic incantations? Delve deeper than a magicians hat. Outside the box? Farther than that.
The definition of finish Can’t possibly be the first sign of progress on the road to success Maybe it’s the ok to exit Or a predetermined establishment of “well enough” Its designed as something easy to live with
The colors of the rainbow, hmmmmm! Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet; Let’s add White and Black. Why not even Gold and Silver?
I see demons on the ceilings- They crawl down the steps and up the pew to preach- I see sheep in the pasture- and if he tells them to jump they will fly from the rock and kiss the ocean-
Nautical graves and practical poets, Woman's condition and cultural woe. Heaving sensations accompany the telly. What's worse than these? The end of the show.
On my path, I'm headed for hell Today, I snuck in God's house 'cause he don't know me that well But upon entrance a preacher caught me and called me by name He said "I don't know why you're here, but I'm glad that you came,"
Everything has a face Just like my Brother’s old backpack Hanging in the closet with its snares and tares And every time I look At it seeing its entirety, places it’s gone, baggage it has carried
God with us God with us, I’ve heard it said before But what does it really mean to be with the Lord?
If I could ask one question of my Lord How would I pick from all I do not know? What is the meaning behind His Word? If I could ask one question of my Lord How did he think to create the world?
Little did we know What Heaven has in store for us. There came an angel, Unbearable for us earthly judges to look upon. His voice brought harmony, his face brought tranquility,
Selfish desires Thrive in our society. Lurking in every human mind Slowly Slowly Tearing all compassion away.
Have we lost it?
You said it, therefore it must be true. Yes, every word you speak is law. Why should anyone have room to doubt you? You, who beleives everything the bias media tells you.
Today we can live Yesterday we've survived Tomorrow will never cry The days of our lives We can do whatever. Till one of us die Then we all Cry
Our backs were bent ‘til we were walking on the knuckles of our souls The trees were drinking angels’ tears in the deserts where they grow And the only time my heart was shaken was when I threw it to the wind
“There is no honor amongst thieves even less with trailer-park debutantes”
What is comparable to inevitable?? If the lyrics don't intertwine, then the meaning is forgotten. How do we proceed to the next level when we keep falling? The stairs are right before us but the world is calling,..
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