Only if you accept
That role
And strive to compete
With those
Not in the class
You are
Better build
Your own
and have
Your own
Name
No one
Can ta-(blank..lost word in handwriting) you
You can
Only ta(blank..lost same word..:)
Yourself.
Literature is to overanalyze
Correct authors
Is to observe
Correct writings
Devoid of meaning
New good ideas?
Look in
Philosophy & Religion
At least
They'll give you
Something of
Substance.
Green grasses of Scotland
Rolling rolling til forever
Beautiful blue skies
Sky over foothills
Light hitting my head
I lie down
In grassy hill
In Heaven.
Yeah!
Society sucks
It claims to Give
You
Food
Shelter
Luxary
Yet
On Top
It serves
You
A whopper
Of
Materialism
Greed
Success
Illusion
Delusion
Poverty
Social gap
Lack of compassion
Skepticism
Lack of wisdom
Callousness
To True Happiness
Numbness
To who
You really
Are
In the the sea
Ocean Of pple
Of mass conformity
And lack
Of
Knowing
Who you
Are
And
Lack of
Motivation
To find
Who you
Are
So
So what's
The
Point
Me
And
Countless
Teenagers
Ask
For?
Society
Has
Nothing
To offer
Except
Blind materialism
Warfare, ignorance
And greed
Society truly
Blind!
Yeah.
I (blank-lost word) with silence
The inner voice screams
I scream
The insides erupt
Demons fly out like golf balls
My head clears
My soul is purged
Ahhhh!!!!
*Slaps table.
Sitting on the beach
Jimmy Buffet plays
In a local bar
Wind blows
Sun shines
Sand radiates
Women flow by
Sea breezes
Busy chitter chatter of pple
Life life life
Throws back!
walking walking walking
Peaceful suburb
Peaceful Trees
Happy on the sidewalk
Cars zoom by
I walk happy as a cloud
A part of Nature
And ever so.
Tai Chi practice in the mind
Neon pink light blue sky
Clouds moving
Trees are still
Stable and cloudy
Clouds turn dark & light
Winter, summer, spring, fall
Seasons change
Trees, grass
Grow tall
Roots grow in
But stability
Exists
So much as life
The winter & summer of our lives
The passing clouds
The night & day of our lives
But the trees
Stable as ever
leaves grow, limbs grow & give birth
Our roots grow deeper.
Yeah.
Crazy swirls
Go over my head
The voice of Reason silenced
The voice of hindsight
Banished my creativity
Laughing at my purpose
And probing my purpose
It's death
Or purpose!
Yeah.
Ideas swirl
Dissonance at a high
Ignorance reaches an extreme.
Insanity, death, or purpose
Seen to be my path
On one hand
Others would appreciate me
Insane as ever
On the other,
I'm happy
And death is a good option.
Yeah.
Saturday morning
8am
Quiet house sleeping
Quartz clock ticks.
Too much reading
Is not good for you
It should be balanced
With walking
And exercise
And fresh air. :)
