Reminiscent MindsOn a cold night as you're alone, have the winds ever carried whispers of our bygone memories,As you lay do you still look to the moon and wonder, if I'm looking tooNot knowing as I close my eyes, I long for our hands interwoven, within each otherOr the times you lay within my lap and our eyes connected, as I tell you, I love you..Not knowing I long for your hand once more, but like a forest nymph, you wandered to thewildernessdivided amongst a sea of new faces do you ever see me ..at the end would you allow our browsto meet, as our minds rekindleOr are your memories like the optics of a butterfly recording, distant and long agoAs you rest by your spot with the carlight shining to the wood, do you ever see my spiritwander to the forestLook closer and you'll see my shoulder turn as I smile, into your eyesWhat was it? was I too insecure, that I didn't listen when you needed me toSurely it can't be the time I was brokenI know you underneath the veil of life, underneath the hu
MasculinityWe have a conflict of what masculinity is, you know, male rats have the biggest balls of themall, they drag them on the floor like damn coconuts, trailing behind as disproportionateweights.. you can't help but notice them! (sigh this is embarassing lol.. but honestly youcan't) .... yet they're the most loving and affectionate animals I've ever known. I believe ourperception of what each gender is and should be on a level of personality is harmful andreversing to us all .. and its a betrayal of ourselves because we, often men are lead to believeif we be our selves.. it makes us emotionally unattractive.. and unnattractive as a whole. Theconflict needs to end.. we need to be comfortable in our own soul otherwise we'll never beseen for who we truly are.. and never appreciated for who we are, too.who knew our future generation of men could be inspired by male rats? They don't mind,they'll come over and give you affection but it'll take em a while as it aint easy dragging allthat
ProtectIt is easy to believe we do not need protecting, we would be wrong. It is our minds which need protecting most.
.is life a false diamond, beautiful.. but not realor is it the light which shines within it?
Black Crystalthe optimistic cynic,like a black crystal diverging through lifesearching facets within it's walls,wishing light refracts within it's edges.. and praying iridesence on it's wholebut it knows only darknessfire on it's soul .. a torture which lights the way
The word clingy, whats up with that?If two people love spending all of their time together, it's considered a close bondHowever, if one partner would rather not be so close ..The one who loves and enjoys being around them is called clingyWe start placing negative words onto a positive thing, just because it is a negative to us .. then we harm their esteem for appreciating 'our' presence greatlyWe make them want to change, when thats not naturally who they are .. what really is wrong with them? nothing .. they have something big to give to one the sameI believe if a marriage will run for a whole life time, the closer the bond, the better .. for them, anyway.It's better for us not use such a harmful word towards a positive thing .. which anybody would be lucky to have (even if we ourselves can't appreciate it).If we prefer a lot of time alone.. or like spending plenty of our time with others instead of the one we'd potentially be with.. all our lives, then let's not place blame on the loving oneThey have a gift, do
Abode of your HeartIn a winters chill of a summers dayand a rained storm in the calmLike an abode upon waterWithin a lost sea of wonderI saw your heart and found homeOur broken oars cast upon the bayWill we ever, find our way
LessonsWhat are the value of lessons, if we have to lose, to learn?what if those who love us today, wouldn't if we hadn't yet learned?How can we ever know what is unconditional love?If you have somebody who loves you despite your lessons...never let go of them, they're no pushover. in them.. you haveunconditional love.
AntecedenceWhen something is amiss, no matter how bad.. judge the cause of the problem, rather thanthe consequence of itIt's easier to frown upon the one who is overwhelmed.. reacting.. and heard. It should beunderstood why. Like fire, pain and it's consequence.. doesnt start on it's own
Never too lateYou can't always be who you've dreamed you've been.It's never too late to be who you could've been.It's never too late to be who you would've been.It's never too late to get better.It's never too late to be you again.
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You May Not Wish to Follow These ThoughtsOn Damage (or On the Agreement to Feast) Beyond the occasional song, drawing, painting, story, or art performance, what are you doing to make Art a part of your existence? Beyond your "made for an audience" output, have you considered all the times you are alone with only the universe as your audience? Do you make Art then? Imagine, if you will, your life as a performance - who is the audience/receiver of your signal? Posit the existence of a god, or gods, or perhaps imagine you were injected with recording devices - at birth - or part way through your days, or even that the multitude of insects that flourish in your surroundings are the bio-mechanical recording devices of some vast incomprehensible network that is always watching and recording for posterity the details of your life - the exciting, the mundane, the pathetic, the inspiring, the humiliating - all moments, in company or alone. How are you making these moments artful or entertaining for your
OneEvery person you meet has so much more depth than you perceive.You see it as it is, to you.You could be so much with every person you come across.Yet, you choose who is who, what is what, and where is where.You make your life, according to your decisions.We have to unite, not compete.Their beauty does not detract from your own.You are them. We are one.The media spotlights differences in a sea of similarities.We’re focused on the violence.Too crazy to see the peace calming its way through the storm of repression.Too distracted to understand what we’re fighting for –– are already rights. We’re just trying to align them into law.We are free individuals treated like sheep.Do we elect our shepherd? And if so, is it because we trust him to lead us, or because it is easier to follow?If we don’t take action, are we not on the side of the oppressor?Isn’t silence the talk of cowards?It is important to
A PeakGoals and dreams can be tricky things, might be I see a mountain I want to climb, might be that I want to stand at its peak and shout my name into the wild, or might be I've already been up to the top, might be that I want to do it again. Might be a lot of things, come to think on it, it might not be a literal mountain, but I'll tell about a time that once was. I was still in my boyhood, still a lad with wide eyes shimmering with wonder, which is not to say I have lost that sense of wonder. No, merely it is lessened by the harsher tones these narrower eyes have seen. But I digress, for as long as I can remember, my family has been taking camping trips to the Mammoth Lakes area, there is a valley just northwest of the ski lodge with excellent campgrounds, where we would stay for a week at a time thrice in a summer if my father's occupation would allow it. Through the years, his efforts brought our family prosperity, and with that came changes to the manner
Only Old In MindTrue love is something we'll never comprehend.The feelings that remain no matter what.Something to question,As the only answer that cannot be answered.Eternal love.
AbsentionLove is a heart attack waiting to happenBut did you know they're preventable?