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No role model. No claim to fame. Just a man and his words. Just a man and his pain. No judgmental thoughts. No hate held inside. Just a man living his life. Just a man waiting to die.
Leviathan Knight That's me, fighting every minute of every hour of dusk til dawn, I am serious in living magnificently, In the darkness, significantly Finding life in each long, hard, stretched...
I... don't care... I seriously don't care... If possible, I don't ever want to care. Those outcasts... The bullied, the weak, and the pressured... I don't want to help them...
All our lives we drag our waists Sining souls within a sardine space Seeking wisdom within a familiar face Seething gods behind a losers veil, misplaced Up there beyond the velvet night sky Way...
So if 'Life is comprised of love' and 'Life is comprised of hate' then 'Life is made up of love and hate' and 'Life is all it seems' then life is truly only 'Love and hate' so if 'All is fair in love...
When minutes become unbearable. And the hours follow suit. Put all time in your past. Let it not destroy you. These measurements of time. Mean little at our end. We aren't remembered by our hours.
Ok, so I haven't had a long life. But, who says that's what its all about. I've had a full life. Of course I haven't done everything. I don't know anyone who has.
Ok, so I haven't had a long life. But, who says that's what its all about. I've had a full life. Of course I haven't done everything. I don't know anyone who has.
Stop. Stop and relax. Stop worrying about anything and everything. Now count. Count the seconds that are passing before your eyes. 1 2 3 4 5 All these seconds. So short, yet so sweet.
M arching on day by day, A ll just stuck in motion. C ould be done. Or could not. H eavy subconscious commotion. I s anything real. lines are blurred. N othings sacred, minds obscured.
M echanics of life, A utonomy indulging strife, C ausing chaos to our machines, H elpless to life and all it gleams, I nternal computer combustion, N erve endings refuse to function, E verlasting...
What do I Need to be. How can my life evoke change.
Are we really free. The choices in life that are made for us which might not be right for us. As baby's we have no choice to what we do, unlike now where we not have to o to school.
This is just my opinion. You don't have to agree. I believe life was an accident. There's no reason we be. Evolutions the answer. No God in control. Just blind stupid luck. No mystery to unfold.
Branded with beliefs, from the day which we are born. Individuality they preach, that from which we are torn. Follow us they say, Live as a higher force told.
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.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, January 16, 2013. In this day and age, we tend to know what current good and current evil are.
I am a pilot. I have flown helicopters all my life. Today was no different for me, I took part, like all, in life's lottery. I am a crane driver.
Meandering through life's maze, A course plotted, while courting fate. Stumbling upon moments of love, In a world of wonder, clouded by hate.
The one and only thing in life is for sure. Is death will come knocking upon your door. So what should you do with this short time. Apart from writing this little rhyme.
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...
In that box of 21 and 30, A lot can be done, more... And then some. A play might be written A master piece might be planned A artist might create Or a farmer could by land.
Caught on the wing of a butterfly. I can't help but watch the world go by. And as I look up at the dreamy sky, I think of how lucky, and wonder why. What is my purpose on earth, here.
#procrastination #acrostic Creation needs a leap of faith Hoping that the bets you make Allow some kind of root to take.