Primative

Yesterday's goals,
dim memories.
Dark saddened eyes,
blurring with tears.
Painful scars borne;
Love's history.
Futures crumble
when doubt appears.
No brightly lit hope envisioned,
When following after harsh words.
Hurt soul splits in twain, partitioned.
Swooned by appeal - when numbness lured.

Apologies made, never bought.
Price paid turned out far too costly.
Though never known what would be wrought -
Must walk into the night softly.

One wish, only to be released.
Granted - now receive this token.
Words written in rhyme, love's deceased.
When promises made . . . were broken.

At Second Glance

These days, people do not care about the world around them. Nobody takes the time to just sit back and appreciate the things that are around them. No longer do people care about water flowing out of a beautiful fountain or the wonderful pieces of architecture dotting your locale main street. People are so caught up in the hustle and bustle of everyday life that they forget that there are things around them that took time and effort to create. There is no appreciation anymore for the wonders of humanity.

When the Empire State Building was first built, people marveled at the sheer greatness of humanity that was put into that building. Now, it's just an artifact of what used to be the tallest building in the world. Even some of the most beautiful pieces of architecture are thrust into the background of everyday living. Not one person truly stops to marvel at the truly amazing buildings that dot the cities of America. The things that are on people's minds are work and pleasure, with no space left for appreciation of beauty. This needs to change or eventually these buildings and creations of man's genius will be forgotten, reminiscent of an era when people gave a damn what their city looked like.

Is it so difficult to just stop and marvel in man's acheivements? Why can a person work twelve hour days, even on Saturday, but not find the time to just stop and appreciate? People need to change for their own good. Man needs to be taken down a notch; the god-like businessmen and women need to have something that is greater than even them.

Man is supposed to feel inferior, or else people come into power who have nothing left to fear. This lack of fear is what breeds dictators and serial killers. When you no longer feel that there is something out there greater than you, you lose sight of he common good. You lose sight of the true beauty of humanity and its wonders.

A building may be just a building, a fountain just a fountain, but not if you do not want it to be. The mind perceives what you want it to, so give it something nice. You will be a happier person and you will begin to appreciate just living.

As Randolph Bourne said, "Few people even scratch the surface, much less exhaust the contemplation of their own experience."

Whispers In The Wind

Drifting eyes they met
Anticipation lingers
Walk with me tonight



Destruction lives on
Charred leaves mouldering ashes
The end of times



Perfection in white
Defeated in black



Repent now my girl
Feel what you once felt
Be me
Don't leave me to die

Soft

today i turn my blood to sweetest wine

a holy sign imbued with the divine

today's the day the gods walk out on me

the great divide is crossed for you by me

We watch the dance of death

Through an open window

A shattered voice calls out

Above the whine of a siren

My heart is a machine gun

Shooting over your head

Piercing the night sky

The stars come out like tear drops

From the oceans of your eyes

Beklosopy

1. Mistakes are great, they humble you. They make you a better person.
2. Being a failure for a lifetime is being a failure.
Being a failure and learning from that failure is being human.
3. There are successes in life and then there are failures. You take them cum grano salis.


As I sit here reflecting upon the night's events, I come to wonder about the breakdown of the moral fiber of just about every person that I know. What is it that causes such a compete change in character in so many of these good people? Why the sudden urge to throw caution to the wind and give into moral repreeve?

These questions came up tonight as I sat in a living room, listening to my mood being played upon the keyboard beside me. I realise morality is ever dwindling, decreasing as the stereotypes are played out before me. Ways of life are replaced by an edgier notion, one who has no morale fiber left intact.

"Why has this change occurred?" One might ask. The answer is I really do not know. Obviously, this is a select group of people who see it fit to partake in various acts of debauchery and youthen desire.

Aristotle once said that, "Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit." It seems, though, that this fruit has begun to rot.

Humility With Grace

Human emotion is a powerful thing, something that should not be taken lightly.

The spectrum of these emotions are all-encompassing, truly suited to every aspect of life from birth to death. The actions made upon these emotions can be well calculated and thought out, but then there are the rash decisions made in the heat of an upsurge of emotion.

In my short life, I have not truly experienced the extremity or power of nearly all emotions because the need for some has not yet arisen. I am still out to experience the world and that is something that I intend to do. To truly fulfill one's life, I feel that one must explore the greatest emotional possibilities, always pushing the boundary to try and experience the next feeling. We are given our humanity through these emotions, so it is necessary to use them to the greatest extent.

The ability to feel love and hate and anger and fear is what separates us from the rest of the creatures on this planet. I love just living and feeling. I love the way music can make an individual feel such a wide range of emotions that is completely different from everyone else who happens to hear that same piece. I love how someone can read a piece of literature and take something out of it that nobody else will. I love the way that you can feel around one person and will never feel that same way about another in the scope of your entire life.

This is the true diversity of humanity. It does not stem from race or gender, but from the emotions that we feel throughout everyday life. We are separate in our feelings, but connected through the fact that we all inevitably feel them in every situation. I am beginning to see the merit of these emotions when I had often cast them aside without giving them much thought.

In my advancing years I have become more introspective, constantly taking a look at how I feel about certain things and situations after I have experienced them. I do not know if it's age catching up with me or I am going soft, but I am beginning to want more out of life than the same thing everyday.

Change is a welcome occurrence. I need to get out and experience new things and new people. I need to experience a wider spectrum of humanity if I am to ever truly be able to live a complete life.

Time Stands Still

today the silent one does have her say
today all contradictions seemed ok
today's the day that I become the sky
a silent understanding, oh my

You with the sad eyes,
Light brown flecked with orange,
That can penetrate you
Like a bullet straight to your heart.

You with the sad eyes,
In your heart
Are unspoken grievances and hurts,
That I can only guess but will never know.

But I cannot help you ease the pain,
If you refuse to let go of it.
I cannot help you mend your heart,
If you refuse to leave your wounds alone.

You with the sad eyes,
I do not understand
Why you keep picking at your scars,
Like a child constantly fingering
The scab on his knee.

Re-opening the wounds,
Letting the bad memories spurt forth
Like a nightmare rewinding itself
All over again.

You with the sad eyes,
Unable to let go completely,
Afraid to move on
And search once more,
For the emotions that you’ve long forgotten.