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every one is made of two
some days red and others the blue
long suspected were multiple voices
each of which offers its choices
pick and choose
either way you lose
’tis not such a bad thing

No one can truly practice what they preach. What one preaches is ideal, is well thought out, is romantic and poetic, but what one does, is spontaneous and partial, is a flawed and incomplete manifestation of the ideal. What one preaches is not who he is, but the best of who he is. It is what each man strives for and wishes to become. Our ideals are goal posts, and must always— can only be — on a higher platform than their physical counterpart. We must aim for the stars, so that if our escape velocity falls short, that we might at least nestle in the clouds. No thought can be translated to…

Life is a war between the old and the new. The old becomes history, the new becomes old, the two combine and reproduce to make the new new, and ever onwards. Every generation out does the other, and while it may seem unlikely, our minds will one day shut, its views will freeze, and what we believe will be our truth until death, with no capacity for new. Our children will see us as old and traditional, just as we see our ancestors today. What the next generation sees cannot be seen or understood by previous generations, for they dwell in the land of the old, where the ministers of new dare not…

It starts out like any other
the mornings light as feather
but a weight lingers within
dragging you till it begins

find your way out of this rhyme
not using what you used last time
make it out the other end
waiting will be a new friend

one tunnel out and into the next
with every step more perplexed
every other harder than the other
with you all along is the earth mother

take every step though shoeless
with every step more clueless
remember it is all a wave
up and down till your grave.

The men that we call great,
had all to thank to fate.
The passing of time,
makes men sublime,
the lyrical divine,
and days align.
Day by day,
say and nay,
do all you may,
speculation at bay,
and time finds a way,
to make your name stay.
For the men we call great,
had only eaten off their plate.

‘Twas a tired night, like many before
away from my home I began to explore
and I found something I hadn’t before
a new thought I could not ignore
so I followed it like times before
not knowing what else to look for
but it lead me to the same place as ever before
"beyond you is a sea but you remain at shore"
And so I took sail like never before
and once I arrived I asked what for?
I could not bear to think it anymore,
happiness will find me like each time before.

Bitterness takes the best of me
Watching flowers bloom and begging it to me
Your time will come, it says to me
Now now! I try to plea.
No! no! it cannot be!
To every seed an intricacy!
So longer I wait, till the day I see.

Dear love, I write this to speak to you. To tell you who I am and which parts of me have been missing. I have become a monster. Life has robbed me of my sanity. I used to be normal, and normal in the good sense, not the conformative sense. The kind of normal crazy people wish they could be. I find myself on a very dark planet, lost beyond recognition. I know very little of what is happening in my life. Everything seems to be happening all at once and nothing at all. The worst part about being selfish, rather, the punishment that all selfish people must suffer, is that they are blind to their…

Nature constantly taunts us. Every human is fighting a war within. But had it not been for this perpetual inner war, then humans would not be what they are today. This system constantly challenges us, forcing us to despise the actions of today for the promise of tomorrow; forces us to be discontent. It challenges us — you’re not working hard enough, not eating well enough, your new design not genius enough, you’re too fat, too skinny, you need to study harder; it’s a master trash talker. But imagine had it not been for this system. Imagine had nature spoiled us with lavish compliments for…

What is the reason for your worry, troubles and pain?
It is the mere thought of them that makes one go insane.
How scary things appear in thought,
but your whole life the future has cometh and harmed you not.
So fear not the mystery of days to come,
for all your actions are part of one,
– we are only but a part of nature’s hum.