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Is our life mapped out from birth Do we have a purpose on this home we call earth Is it played out by a series of events, are we better off not knowing it's contents.
Censorship, should it exist or shouldn't it, as a society can we live without it. Isn't there a subject that we'd all find disturbing Fears, feelings, experiences we'd rather bury within.
A beautiful blue rock Floating free in outer space New and freshly formed Filled with harmony and grace In the beginning all was well Organisms got along Then came the human race And things started...
#bestofopuss/personal favorite ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sit down and ponder with me life's small and weighty matters. Does the death of a man or beast or flea leave an angels heart in tatters.
Good sits in his ivory tower A fortress made of molten words Fair maidens of his peaceful lands Sing the songs of flighty birds Evil wages war and hate High atop her ebony crag Her peoples torn by...
So many false prophets telling me what is right, How to lead my life and who to pray to at night.
Liquid. promises. in twilight. drink. I think. I might. give up. the fight. for love. causes. grief. and hate. and lately. I have been. contemplating. a state. of mind. that is hard to. find.
Somedays I want time to run faster I wanna see what's waiting at the end But for now it seems like time has no master And I just have to wait and receive what it sends I just want to know if it'll...
Sometimes I wonder whether we're just all in a dream, Where it is so real, just like life, it seems.
Good and evil. Parallel lines. One white. The other black. One cold. The other hot. Parallel lines. They never meet. There is no 'grey area'. No confusion. No 'gap'. Except when human vision blurs.
One saw it as an illusion, another saw it as Darwin's evolution. i taste the bitter and sweet fruits of the tree, while He sits and calmly observes me.
#beginningline I stand upon the edge of knowing, the possibilities are vast and wide. I gaze upon understanding, enlightenment and wisdom by my side.
Take me away from the sunshine, To a place where no-one goes. Where the day is the nighttime, Then no-one has to, Paint me a way through my lifetime, Then I can let you know.
in his house. church. some prestigious stupid name. unauthorized claims. no visible gain. it's a mental mind game. close your eyes. open your mind. let them in. let them turn you. let us help you.
Friend, I don't know you, and you don't know me. Friend, if we talk to each other, friendship will come, gradually. Friend, you have nothing, and I have twice as much.
Tomorrow, won't you wait for me.
#prayerhands It seems the most peculiar, odd coincidence (So much so I admit, I feel quite suspicious) That your loving god hates everything you fear And tells you so in voices that only you can...
To rest beside this brook, I find Will soothe and calm my swirling mind. The water chuckling as it falls And splashing light off granite walls.
When we are born We are fragile Innocent Lost Soft Broken And gasping for comprehension.
'What are you doing?' She asked, head turned to the sky. 'Well I'm existing of course' I calmly replied. 'My heads full of beauty, And my heart of love.
Theirs no such thing as real it’s just evolution. Underneath your toupee your still deluded from the real pollution. Genocide to the real race in gas chambers, that’s a Hitler solution.
Why does it tick. The clock I mean. Why is that the girl over there can never have a good dream. Why do we do things that are wrong. Why do some people feel like they need to belong.
Isn't it sad. We all vanish… We all die… It's sad. We decease a Grim's banish… Lost souls in the sky. What about the living. We lose our friends… We lose family… Grim's gift giving… It never ends.
#colourchallenge Would I sell my soul for a bit of old gold.