Updated on 10/29/2014
The Affected and the Effected
Those who say they are not affected by anything
not only lie, but cannot possibly have an effect
on anyone else nor give inspiration or motivation.
Do not grow old with your head in the palms of your hands wishing you
could have done more in life, because it does not have to be that way,
and you know this, yet you continue to only talk about it and do nothing.
In public I smile when it happens, and in sit-down conversions I laugh at jokes when they come,
but here at home I don't smile nor bend my eyebrows inwards or outwards more than I have to,
because the more you smile or bend your eyebrows with every upset, annoyance or unfortunate
circumstance, the more your face wrinkles and begets age, and that's what no one ever tells you!
Intoxicated marionettes are servile to caustic influence.
That moment when you're in a sit-down conversation awhile with your significant other=
with family or friends, and your feet are arrowing toward the door saying, "I want out"
or "Let's go..."
Any combinable string of words can form opinions
all they want, but what most consider rightfully so
is at least 50% bogus; the other 50% will conquer
another man’s viewpoint or that of older thinking.
Trying to make sense to those who cannot make sense of any sense
is like going on an underwater excavation for history with a lit match;
you cannot expect any other outcome except the inevitable, always.
When you surpass the logic of idiots you become the idiot,
and when you surrender to the logic of idiots, you will still
remain an idiot, just a lesser idiot than you'd otherwise be,
yet idiots won't tell you that...
If all you do in debate is quibble,
your argument becomes drivel.
You're a fool too when arguing with who you think is a fool.
Whether or not we agree or disagree with something,
if consideration is entertained or if feelings, provoked,
there must be some form of truth in it.
In arguments I have been asked, "You have an answer for everything,
don't you?" To which I have replied, "Refrain thinking so highly of me!
If ever I were God, I would drive the word of truth through your ears
that would nearly kill you so as to need recovery from the aftershock."
Arrogance vs. Humility
Better to pretend arrogance for the greatest criticism and your cover to be blown you are not
than to pretend humility for praise and your cover to be blown, only to receive the gift of hate.
At the Door
There is a tall door to the wise for counsel:
When help is sought in silence it is opened;
when help is sought in person it is closed.
Often these guests shy to knock, walk away.
One thing I despise is a bad mood because bad moods propagate indifference
where nobody and not one thing means anything to you in that very moment,
including but not limited to, the term 'friend', and everything to you is as it is:
Not too many people can smash through all the barriers of my tolerance, but when they do,
my eyebrows cross each other like swords across my face, ready to be taken off for battle.
Blindness // Misconceptions // Ignorance
When you speak the same nonsense like fools do,
all the world's fools will become friends will you.
Ignorance is when someone never sees beyond the pinhole in a piece of paper
because they're too busy looking at the pinhole instead of through the pinhole,
and as a result, everything outside the pinhole is exactly as their mind is: blank.
You’ll wĭzen down if you don’t wīsen up.
My idiocy is the need to make sense to people;
I tell the world short stories forsaken to bear,
and give the world messages escaping the ear.
“O’ well” goes well for only a little while
until “O’ well” goes to Hell, asphyxiated
by all the smoke enlightenment gives off
when ignorance is absolved of its defects,
toe-to-toe with understanding far too late.
“O’ well goes well” societies get nowhere.
“I can do anything!” and “I can do what I want!”
always confuse and contradict each other, daily.
“I can do anything!” is an adrenaline-charged
chant to drive one’s creative visions forward.
“I can do what I want!” is destructive willfulness,
that indisposed example many dress in to flaunt.
“Because I can!” is the sum of all ignorance and
never got very far. It is often half-empty reason;
what remains in the other half is angry nonsense.
“I kill people because I can!” among other things . . .
jailed, worse, execution or mental punishment.
The door to insight is open! yet blind reason is a scowling songbird in a cage
that always seems to digress from confronting greater truths beyond its own.
In thinking, saying or doing otherwise when resistant to truth
with an iron will and an iron tongue, they are later melted by
reconsideration through deep introspection.
Pride can slay a man, it did my Grandfather.
Oftentimes it's best to accept than to resist,
to admit than to oppose indisputable advice,
to yield our defiant pride to a helping hand.
All common sense was controversial once,
yet to this day it is amazingly still that way,
and all new sense will also be controversial
until people get it hundreds of years later,
and by then, all authors and artists are half-
dead or in their already-deceased condition.
They were told the do nots numerous times;
now let them show you what will come next.
All common and not-so-common premonitions cast their shadows ahead of many doubted events
later accompanied by the existence of truth inhabiting the heavier foreheads of smartened fools.
The act of extenuation through trifling, at-random joking
is deliberate carelessness, the rudest form of interruption
with the intent to insult every talked-about serious matter.
Applaud! for Man to take from this and continue doing it.
The secret to escape all enquiries is always kowtow to,
always agree with and surrender your stance to others;
but what man so foolish to abandon what he holds true,
unless what held true shares commonality with another?
Too many! that is why all the stupid listen to the stupid,
and why few men, rational enough to place a moral bet.
Those who live by the gun regret with the bullet.
Killers who fight the fact they have a conscience prove they have a conscience.
Why do you think they all have that fighting-consciousness look on their faces?
Isn't it obvious they have enough consciousness to cover their falsified stories?
Aesthetic physical alteration attracts gradual regrets.
Books vs. Poetry vs. Short Stories
The smell of an old book is the ambrosia of wisdom and knowledge for the brain.
Both reading and writing without the right song or without
the right instrumental atmosphere is just lifeless mute say.
If you want to write great books, say so much in so much, not so little in so much.
If you want to write great poetry, say so much in so little, not so little in so much.
Want to write great short stories? Write the long short, and say so much in so little.
In amateur hands, poetry is the shorthand to learning. In good hands,
poetry is the shorthand to understanding. In great hands, poetry is the
shorthand to genius. Everything else excessively voluble, however,
like books will produce the same learning experience, understanding,
and genius whether you are reading or writing them, but it will often
take a longer time, and life is too brief, that which is the reason why
I prefer fewer words when I read and write.
It is not just the players playing the game and employees working in a company
who are reviewed by the developers and supervisors; the developers of the game
and supervisors of a company are also reviewed by their players and employees.
Because when two parties disagree kindlier and marry each other’s perspectives,
more work gets done, and newer innovations become realities faster than before.
Capital Punishment Reform
Execution for capital murder is far too nice, too quick!
Harassing, creeping-to-mind pictorial reminders placed
in bulletproof glass frames fixed to the ground, ceiling,
and all four walls in a cell with one pinhole of daylight
(isolated from outside life) is much more tormenting.
Changing the World // Changing People's Mind
Sometimes a runnel of inexorable insight flows throughout my soul therewith my mind bearing
the burden of this troubled world; it's somehow the most profound and beauteous thing ever felt.
The day The People take to the podium while their leaders sit down among the empty seats
where the audience otherwise sits is when leaders will remember they are The People, too,
and only then the world will change for The People.
I was misplaced in the files of time, living in the wrong era, an era where The People think they
have to accept this world for what it is when it doesn’t have to be that way. We must lead as one,
not follow the lead of one man or the lead of only a few great men. That is this world’s problem.
Things can be much better because all nobodies can be somebody if only everybody got together
to make a difference, and that beats every living and dead leader and famous person in the world
anyone ever thought made a difference.
Trying to change people’s minds is like trying to counterfeit pennies;
it’s so worthless and pointless. That is why if people want to change
their minds, they will, and when people want to change the way they
think about all the things you did and all the things you said, they do.
Complexity vs. Simplicity
To those who abhor the thought of simplicity in writing,
there are four phases of simplicity: really dumb, simple,
too simple, and complex-simple. Complex-simple is the
key that fits the door to understanding this technique in
writing and can only be mastered through the evolution
of our phraseology. To be simple or complex? Combine
and be both complex and simple, not one over the other!
Creative Drive // Aptitude // Visions // Ideas
Those who never gave their all are more forsaken than life forsakes a rotting corpse.
Within every wise man and logician is a disappointed optimist whose dignity and keen
insight is concealed within insouciant smiles and disguised in the madness of ignorance.
There are thinkers, there are thinQueens, and then there are thinKings.
Thinkers just think; thinQueens and thinKings thought well and become,
yet thin Queens and thin Kings is just hit-miss birdshot folly at its best
I saw coming against this play on words.
Many think, but I'm a thinKing.
I promise you nothing is more detrimental to someone else's imagination than the
stagnating thought that suggests, "Everything must be realistic as much possible!"
When someone's dominant hand begins to brush across their lips in that moment
they weigh their skeptical intuition, that is almost always how you can be certain
they do not think what you are talking about is a wise idea or interesting at all.
Artwork without words dresses in suspense.
Literature without illustrations is a mystery.
Literature is the tongue, the guts, and the sinews for artwork that moves and speaks for it.
Artwork is the skeleton, the flesh, and the emotion for literature that forms its expressions.
Literature and art says a passionate farewell to its masters after the moods within your souls
and the voices in your mind's lips coagulate in your hand and materialize against the paper.
The problem with these words is they have no eyebrows to express their message,
and the problem with visual art is it has no mouth to say one word to the viewers.
Whenever the future's flame is low, it is our task to light it up again with the spark in our minds.
Literalities in excess kill the possibilities // Too much literality kills the possibility.
I let my intellectual works find people when meant to be, not through acts of desperation
or beggary. Why undergo that trouble? More renowned are the underrated, quieter writers
and artists found among the uttermost files of time, and I am quiet, much like these words.
The result of no longer giving purpose to something you gave
purpose to is all due to new thinking overwriting old thinking
be it toward objects, other people or our intellectual property.
To illustrate and say so much in so little, not so little in so much is the only way to
make all the bridges we build shorter between our viewpoint to another viewpoint.
Undo the sutures over your eyes, and loosen the sutures in your tongue against the cheek.
Now is your most beautiful moment; see it, write it, say it or do it lest never able to again.
It’s better to burn out (y)our imaginations than it is for them to fade away.
What has not been invented today awaits a future thinker.
Thinking too much will make you muse sick.
In our art and the written word, we pour our souls
into everything we do for a world full of half-theres.
Treatment should never pursue pills to dull madness,
but seek balance reserving vital emotions heartfelt
and experiences by alleviating destructive extremes.
What we hoard in our minds remains fantasy;
what escapes our minds develops into reality
no matter if deemed complete B.S. or fictional.
What-could-be-fantasies come true anyway
when brought to real life through inventions,
the scriptures, plays, pictures, theatrical acts,
more imminent, Man's self-fulfilling prophecies.
To every existing and future logician, all artists
including writers, dreamers, critics, philosophers
and visionaries: we’re all intellectual Olympians!
overcoming more gargantuan hurdles and trials
than the physically athletic know. We are not idle!
It is best we pay our ideas and voices forward
than hoard them like excess stockpiles of food,
spoiling when not eaten, brilliance lost when
weakened by thinking overwriting thinking.
Never be self-acclaimed; let others do it for you!
When related to something or someone flattering
do not resist it, accept it, and be humble about it.
Smarter, admit you are yourself and nobody else.
Be apropos and concise minus magniloquence!
Common minds never pardon those who aren't,
but just one step down, a fatal fall for a genius.
All the things unsaid come to sleep with me in bed,
and when I wake, there they are escaping my head.
Criticism (vs. Praise)
If you really want it, pretend arrogance and you will
receive a plethora of criticism and a paucity of praise.
More pleasant it is to dish out your criticism first when reviewing
artwork and writing than it is to wait until the end of your review.
Doing the opposite of that often comes off spiteful and distasteful
within the mind of the author and writer; they just won't tell you.
If you really want criticism (even if there is nothing wrong with what you said or did),
pretend to be arrogant (even if you are not) and you will get plenty of it that would
otherwise not be said. And if you want praise (even if there is something wrong with
what you said or did), be humble and you will get plenty of it, otherwise turns to hate.
Better to condemn without a reasonable doubt
than to abominate with misplaced assumptions.
Death // Aftermath Ovation
Many of those who are ambitious toward great visions live long enough to achieve their visions,
then they die not too long after that. There are some days I do not want to achieve my visions
because that is how many of us who ever entertained a vision departs this world when we do.
When good men and women become popular and expose the corruptions throughout this world,
those men and women are killed lest those with bad intent get caught, thrown into civic slander.
The scarcer good men become, we will have to
dig up old ones in cemeteries to aid this world...
Ingenious, strange, quite intriguing and somehow… beautiful are the many vain worlds
in ruin I’ve visited in the many minds of dead unknown individuals throughout the ages.
Until we've paid our debt(s) through certain death,
people never listen to, revere, nor quote the living.
Instead, so long the horse still stands and can feel
the whiplashes of criticism and physical scrutiny,
people, more than not, will continue to assault us.
Doubt vs. Belief
Doubt yourself and someone else will make it happen. Doubt events and they are sure to happen.
But when you begin to doubt these words, anything can happen, and everything is very possible.
Doubt in yourself is the self-fulfilling prophecy of failure.
Belief in yourself is the self-fulfilling prophecy of success.
Drugs and Alcohol
Just because I am an artist and writer, and my thoughts are sometimes wild,
does not mean I do drugs or alcohol, but if I did, I would be 11th-best to God
(second to one, just above the tenth best), and I wouldn't like to see myself
like that; it would absolutely terrify me. I'd become every wicked man's ideal:
The Creepy 1 with a long stiletto behind The One going in the right direction...
Education is all about getting to know what is already known; that is why it is called knowledge,
yet knowledge will bring us to a finite point, and whosoever goes through that point knowledge
leads to becomes a visionary whose breakthroughs go beyond everything to kiss the impossible.
Water is a bottle of gold whose value is priceless.
Everyday People // Life // Vicarious Experiences
There is much more to life than corporate labor, and when you begin disbelieving that fact
you will feel enslaved by it, then you become the Hell it gives you because you allow(ed) it.
Few are those who are irate than the many of those who are Irators.
The irate are irate in their minds; Irators are irate with their mouths.
Irators are all talk... Irate minds, though, will act and are dangerous.
Desiring the spotlight to be on one's vainglorious self
is a very lonely vision to entertain that will die with you.
Turn your ambitions to the future for everybody’s sake
and the people will immortalize you in their memories.
It is not always what’s going on in our life that concerns us;
oftentimes it’s what goes on around our life that bothers us.
It's not life itself that's unfair; it's the people in life that are unfair.
God is Creator of Reality. Reality is the Father of Wisdom. Wisdom is the Mother
of Knowledge. Imagination is the hermaphrodite of Wisdom and observed Reality.
To every man's one hundred cents, take Life by the quarters.
No matter if rich or poor, you are only worth the dollar given
to you to live, or more if spent wisely minus all the nonsense.
Sometimes I do wonder… What are we doing looking out beyond for alien life? Those stars
are near empty; almost all the aliens are here on Earth, alienating each other’s viewpoints,
treating each other like aliens, and fighting against one another like aliens. We’re just alien
all around! all day, every day, all year, every year, well into our present day into the future.
Earth is Hell's nest carrying all the eggs of life. Your mind has wings not from this world;
Live like you are someone else's second chance at living to fulfill what you want(ed) to fulfill.
Why let a spec lead you into destructive extremes?
that which is Earth between your index and thumb,
a blue-green grain in the void housing petty troubles.
Release it from your fingertips, mind yourself into
the cosmos until the raging wars, mum squabbles,
and Earth’s size laughs you down (blurs and fades).
No one is so important to have the world figure them out;
the world is more important to set the focus on everyone.
Although it seems we never make it out alive,
new generations reincarnate old generations,
inheriting fragments of our ancestor’s talents;
on our behalf they are reborn and so are we.
That is my synopsis of scientific reincarnation.
Look through the hole to life not at the hole.
Stop neglecting; save (y)our now!
Withdraw misplaced reason to not take life seriously.
If ever the whole world looks at life as a mere joke
the future will become overrun with hazardous clowns!
Vicarious involvement is not at all cowardice;
gather and learn from the hindsight in others,
then, without uncertainty, make your choice
on whether or not to be the same damn fool.
Cease assumptions and try to be kind to everyone;
you never know what inhabits another man’s body
be it good or bad, a celestial agent or raged demon.
After Earth spins on its rotisserie axis in the day’s sun,
when the cigarette falsifies comfort and excites the lips
where discouraged souls wince behind uncertain smiles,
counting the headstones of your failures, revisiting each,
your purpose, fight, and hard-pressed words all subside.
In that moment, you surrender to the world in private where
no one knows, and everything to you is complete nonsense.
In my vicarious experience, not occupation, hair-cutting is
like sculpting a statue’s crown except people never stay still.
It’s a good thing or business would be shot, much like this
poetry and prose without the world’s wars and corruptions,
and for this I can never seem to muster or say, “Thank you.”
Exploitation // Government // New War(s)
To exploit Man; that is government.
If ever comes this already half-way-there future,
Man will not war over any ideologies nor religions,
and Man will not war with sharp objects, missiles
of any kind, aerial units, ground units, handguns,
explosives nor commonplace, silly verbal threats.
All lesser weapons will be put through shame by
much more devastating weapons like the sword
whose power surrendered to the gun, and with it,
stripped of its once-believed-in magical attributes,
all except its outshining beauty of glinting steel.
The time draws closer when Man will alternatively
war over and war with unsuspected and insidious
forms of control by genetic exploitation invading
(y)our privacy and inflicting invisible punishments
under everyone's nose of subconscious awareness.
The greatest people that ever lived and are living today are the ones you never heard of before.
The difference between already-famous people and unheard people is the famous are fortunate.
Fleeting wisdom and fleeting knowledge are the only two notorious cowards
that are feared when they run away from everybody at some time or other.
In that fixated moment we feel most wronged,
the faucet of ultimate fear arrests our beliefs
by overflowing the lip of an already-full glass.
A traumatized mind can be healed through practicing
a controlled psychogenic fugue, remembering nothing
of the world’s miasmatic phases.
Forsaken Words // Forgotten Messages
These words may effect and affect you today,
but come tomorrow fresher outlook emerges,
through intercourse highs they are forgotten.
A new day anoints the scab of old approach;
undressing yesterday’s gauze, nothing’s there.
Words without song are luminous muted bells
whose luster is always turned rusty inside, out,
and whose voice never sings to the people
until discovered years later after one's death.
Gaming (the virtual world) vs. Real Life
At least one good hour of gaming a day keeps the Alzheimer's away,
but should it not stay completely away, at least it will keep it at bay.
I am all for realism in art, and I am all for realistic graphics in games, but what good is a piece
of art or a game if it rehashes every tiny nuance of reality without imaginative input whatsoever?
What is this a reality war, to see what game or piece of art can be more realistic than the other?
There's more than enough reality in life, and there's more than enough reality in the Status Quo
that will be obsolete in ten years from now or tomorrow.
If you really want a realistic experience without any imaginative input with the finest graphics
than any console game or computer games can ever offer, walk outside, but if you really want
an exceptional realistic experience with imaginative input, grab a controller, use the keyboard,
or wear a virtualized optical headset and play a game!
What of game addiction? that which can be anything,
and too much of that one particular thing, kills a man;
but better to die and relive happily in the virtual world
than die once on a controversial belief we'll live again.
Real life or virtual, it does not matter; both are games.
If you cannot enjoy the imagination in the virtual world of gaming like most of us do,
The all-too-familiar door into reality's boring cyclical cycles is not very far from you.
I may be a humble gentleman who exercises wise words that are seemingly persuasive,
who knows how to whoa! many people, and who knows when to apply proper etiquette,
but I'm no Prince of Darkness who only pretends the disposition of a humble gentleman.
(Y)our goal? What goal… Do not invest in goals
whose synonymy is with ‘hope’; let it get done!
God // the Ineffable // Heaven and Hell
If knowing God does not exist where you cannot prove is knowing,
believing God does exist where you cannot prove is also knowing.
Many arguments and much talk about God prove the existence thereof.
Many people think they are certain God does not exist, yet bring it up.
Everyone knows talking rocks do not exist, and so no one disputes that!
Do you want to know the difference between talking rocks known not to
exist versus God all atheists believe does not exist? Uncertain atheists!
For if knowing God does not exist where you cannot prove is knowing,
then believing God does exist where you cannot prove is also knowing.
The universe is God's workshop, and all the cosmic materials within it are God's tools,
yet everyone is so blind because this world expects God's rawest form to be humanly
or that of inanimate matter, when God's true form is energy all around and within us.
Whosoever tries to disprove that is a fool by default that will always meet frustration.
Give me a region of spacetime to stand on, aggregated Dark Matter & stardust as fabric over
a meteoric slate curved at its edges into rails for a pool table of cosmic dimension for sixteen
universes formed into spheres — 1 part Dark Matter to 3 parts Dark Energy (to prevent each
universe from attracting) — on which to move along, six black holes for pockets, a ginormous
pool stick and cue ball to perform the break, and I will play pool with God from the Omniverse.
God’s absence is no more the origin of all observable existence (t)here
on Earth and beyond than nothing(ness) is the very origin of existence.
When in a hopeless slump against the wall, let God (or whatever higher power
you believe) sort it out. If not God and you can do better, then you sort it out...
It’s no wonder they are mysterious;
fingerprints are the insignia of God.
Some people claim they are an instrument of God;
if they were they would be perfect, sound perfect!
If this proves wrong, everyone is played by God,
and no one makes their own choices, good or bad.
Heaven, tantalus; Hell, easily walked into.
An atheist told God, "Show me what you're made of!"
and God knocked him out with a thwack on the head.
Then came a believer in God who asked, "What are
you made of?" to which God replied, "Energy, for if
I were not this I would be a mere object, and here
standing before you, you know that not to be true."
Immunity only to God, thinKing,
that is what keeps you at the top!
Come the controversial Judgment Day
God’s questions will not consist of:
who, what, where, when, how nor why;
they will involve did you and do you.
Yeses and nos are the smartest answers
without further elaboration in because.
God already knows and will not ask for
our anamnesis; we are pre-diagnosed.
During an exchange of words with a close friend,
he openly invited me to place a point on the table
for our world’s troubles and a suitable resolution.
Well under the age of reason I could not muster
or enunciate worthwhile explanations until now.
God descended; the world is blindfolded by faith,
and in touching God spread out on an open field,
each man had different descriptions and images
to what they felt: through this religions were born.
In controversial, mutilated religious limbs we fail;
God as one we prevail! Combine them all no lives
shall cease; combine them all to reform our peace!
This is the apt resolution to this world’s troubles.
If God were to descend to Earth now and spoke gibberish
otherwise rebelled or ignored when spoken by mortal men
in a sit-down conversation, a great many here on Earth
without verbal annotations added, would agree with God.
O’ how strange it is! when a mortal delivers a viewpoint
(no matter how irrefutable) almost everyone alienates it.
There are divine judgments and sacred teachings:
sacred teachings may align someone out of line;
weaponizing God’s judgments gets you executed!
When mortals model God’s judgments as their own
from sacred scriptures, it is the soundest judgment
aimed directly at one another. It teaches no lesson(s);
this only makes the whole world rebel against you.
Only God can point what judgment(s) pertain to us
come the oft doubted, controversial Judgment Day.
Laughter for no explainable reason beats every joke anyone can invent.
Six lines marrying six lines make a sextet in poetry.
If you drink during eulogies you’re a better and much sadder poet than me.
The best joke I know to tell is, “Hey, I got a joke!”
then laugh good! laugh hard! It works every time;
you will get priceless frowns, another’s laughter or,
“Um, what are you laughing at?” to which I reply,
“That was the joke!”
Lies // Untold Truths
You cannot decorate your lies with pretty flowers and pleasant replies all the time...
Characters in plays and movies are just the split personalities
of the playwright and the movie producer to fulfill their ideals
that are hated by some, and liked by others. That is the secret
to how not to be hated by everybody.
You get more out of a person, and a person gets more out of you when you're honest.
Meticulously crafted lies cower from the truth and tremble before shrewish tongues.
Since no man can really be more than one man at once,
Playwrights contradict their own opinions in their Actors.
So who is it we quote? Are Authors not their characters?
Is this the secret to justifying otherwise hated viewpoints
through some purposely controlled separation of oneself?
The courage to confess launders lies.
I do not want followers, but if you do come along
leave me if ever I am in your impression of wrong!
Too many seek the world’s belief in their claims;
I seek the world’s hate and scrutiny to study mine
until proven otherwise with devastating evidence.
Anyone claiming they never entertained fatal arrangement,
lascivious considerations nor destructive actions are liars!
In ecstasy highs or when lovers communicate the phrase,
“Nothing else matters” it is an embellished, common lie;
“Little else matters” is a more accurate, seldom told truth.
Falser than every invented lie, let no good man fool you;
every good man has a guilty pleasure, wannabe dark side
through fanciful thinking best kept in books or to oneself.
Love // Gambling Desires
Distance and disjuncture by death doesn't mean a thing to love
When you let the kiss of your thoughts be the extension thereof.
The sorrow I purposely hold close is turned into pristine beauty that is my tantalus
long lost inamorata moving quicker than these phantom fingertips of my memories,
because reaching out for who I can never have a moment with nor ever see again
is what keeps me going and keeps me writing.
There is always someone more attractive,
something more intriguing and collectible,
a philosophy that bests other philosophies,
yet these rarities are of unknown quantity.
Do not seek lest what’s already had is lost;
let these things find you when meant to be.
Love preserves us when remembered;
Love, when forgotten, destroys Man.
Pretending love is poor acting and not love at all.
Much philosophy and good advice goes out the window when the poor get rich.
If you conform to the greedy view, "If it doesn't make money, it’s a hobby." I am
your worst enemy. My invested soul that confides in all the things I do and in all
the things I create for other people is infinitely more lovely and magnificent than
the world's oppressed hordes of horses lugging around money-heavy saddlebags.
Losing all conscience in money
taints all that's sweet as honey.
Music integrates a personality in everyone's moment(s) it entices.
Music plays genius; listen and create!
More than wars of every kind I despise an assumptionist
whose assumptions are silhouettes of non-existent things
and are often the core cause of all mutual wars worldwide.
Too much tiff and you’re stiff! Ease it down
or risk killing yourselves to become stiffs.
The science community loves to tout about questioning everything outside their walls by every
person involved in their secret cells, yet when outsiders begin to question or challenge science,
they then become labeled every synonym regarding what it means to be idiots and delusional.
THE END is not
If you have read this far to THE END, back up; there is a cliff here
for a bridge to be built to cross over________into new beginnings...