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| Eyes of emerald doth be free of haze: It is from within his soul he does gaze. Chivalry, poetry, a life of truth For which he strives. When life occurs uncouth He smiles and approaches life, prepared With words of wisdom experience spared. Below locks, tipped auburn, of deepest brown Lies a world hidden within; quite profound. Words are his key to loosen life's braces. Honor: a quality is embraces. Intrigued by Dickens, the classics he reads, And Ben Franklin's profound lessons he heeds. Of daq'ry and wine, he does not partake, 'Cause the best of each day he tries to make. A smile he holds in his heart and in thought, So pessimism's shadow shan't be sought. Love for travel, love for land and for sea, This: the persona contained by Jesse. |
| Chaucer is an amazing illustrator of his words. That would be my best attempt at replicating his genius. |
| Life's Beginning End (Last Day) I feel as if my goals have been set, My duties done, all things said. I could pass from this life Becuase all is right, I feel my soul has been fed. If I leave tonight, I"ll rise to a new sight, For a soul is a wind That knows only flight. Life is our means To hold each other tight. God is that embrace Who hugs its insight. So as a new day begins On a new path I'll embark, I am part of God's light Who makes the night dark. |
| One of those rare nights where I went to bed convinced I had left no stone unturned for the day, and nothing else left to think about as I fell asleep. |
| I am who I can make myself become. |
| Back to Never-Never Land The years don't fit. The times don't match. I feel like a quilt Missing a patch, Absent a stitch. Some threads don't catch. It's all a puzzle -- Too many pieces. Where corners and sides And confusion never ceases. The stitches are sewn Too far back to rip out. Dizziness and time lag The puzzle's picture is about. So I'll keep on sewing And pieces I'll still sort Becuase memories are just that: Things the present can't support. |
| Time is the Mind's Addler I felt the same tension, The same apprehension Of old days before, Though I never could mention. Our world was Perfect Till Past becamse a needle And threatened to burst Today's secluded bubble. I fear it has made My world a bit more feeble. |
| If God can be seen through science And science as a part of God, Is science religion Or is God an uncomprehensible phenomenon prone to manipulation? |
| If philosophy is questioning truth, what is truth and what is the questioning of lies? Therefore, philosophy does not exist -- only antiphilosophy; it would study the lack of truth. |