| Our cognitive minds hunger for the philosophies we strive to contemplate. Many times it seems the inspiring thoughts can't evade because "insignificant" conceptions are clogging our minds. Our minds become clogged only for us to clear. |
| Upon the ceiling do I stare As I lay down on the floor. The breeze crowds through the blinds, Dances through the room, And escapes by way of the door. On the ceiling a pattern of light lays As the moon sneaks its painters in: Only now will the artists Paint these particular rays. These paints were mixed For use - not store. And like a canvas work, It can be duplicated Nevermore. |
| Virtual Perfection Doors closed. Windows aglow. Streetlight bright. No stars tonight. Rain soflty sprinkles. Clipped grass drinks. All around is a peaceful scene, Lone man walking. Lone car sitting. Christmas lights twinkle. No one else about They are all in from the rain. No one comes outside. Because it is cold? Because it is damp? Hiding is an erie sense. It's there. Ever present. But hidden behind closed doors. And yellow windows. |
| Music is the best remedy for insanity - or at least attempting to run from it. |
| Only a transcendentalist can partially understand the writings of another transcendentalist. The rest of the worldly thoughts can never come close. |
| Poets don't write words - They inscribe the beauty They recognize. |
| Twirling in a spinning hole. All the walls around are black. Swirling faster Ever faster. No light evading any hole Just solid black Twisting, turning, Rollng, churning. Dense, black air. I breathe in -- the walls stop. No more spinning. Were they ever? Does me my imagination impair? Were the walls ever even there? |
| Normality is a figment of society. |
| The pattern of life is that once it starts, it will end. And so learning comes from the on and off, so and not so repetitive patterns. |
| Childhood is either a bomb or a flower: we don't know which until it detonates or blooms. |
| Money and time are infalliable figments of only the mind. |
| 'Tis no fun to carry out an area in your own expertise. But by doing an activity in an area of which you have lesser competence creates joy and enjoyment. |
| My heart flies free. From under the burden it be! |
| I breathe in life And take a sigh, Look at my reflection And into my eye. The greenish blue, The black, the white. Look deeper, though -- Who am I? I'm on this Earth, In a spiritual plane -- My thoughts are elsewhere -- Am I completely sane? I breathe in life, Look to the sky. Then breathe out again-- Who am I? Did that breathe sustain me, Or give ample taste To whom I will become In this chaotic race? |
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