Disregard This

February 29, 2008 at 10:41 am (philosophy)

At some point in life we are given the choice…
Do I want to look into a crystal ball?
Or do I want to play my cards?

I say

Why not cheat the system?

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Listening to: Pink Floyd – Dogs
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Footnotes for an Epitaph

February 27, 2008 at 6:24 pm (philosophy, poetry)

What is obvious to the oblivious is what’s small is small and whats big is big.
Your tongue ties trails of persons paths together like the prints of your finger.
What is obvious to the oblivious is the pattern sewn together by your words in those paths.
It’s a path because it’s the only way to go down that road even though road is never shown.
It’s to be oblivious as intelligent is to nirvana as death is to have lived is to sing.
So you string out the soles to wander your path to where nobody knows but to where they are.
What is oblivious to the observers is the naked invisibility of the street signs directing them.
so the wanderers wonder and the observers miss the point and laugh and cry and try and try.

And then there are those
who nobody knows
actually have a nose
for directing those shows
they wear the same clothes
and stomp the same burrows
but they are on their toes
and on your back they chose
to place their troubles.

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Listening to: Pink Floyd – One Of These Days
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Unlike a word

February 26, 2008 at 10:11 am (Uncategorized)

Unlike a word
a sole has only one deffinition
It only has one home
and it only belongs to one thing.
it is immposible
for your sole to survive
anywhere but within you.
it is immposible
for anyone to be without a sole
how it comes out just depends
on who you give it too,
And who you are.
Some will keep it for themselves.
Others will let it go.

“Advice is a form of nostalgia.”

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Listening to: Gorillaz – Rockit
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Mind Crime

February 25, 2008 at 11:36 am (poetry)

I lost sleep
laid awake
didn’t eat
couldn’t keep
my feet sturdy
My eyes went blurry
so I closed them tight
and imagined it was night
so dark I was invisible
so I could cry out the irresistible
Mother Fucker Survive This
It’s Just Another Goddamn Test
In a life of shit and ugliness
greedy pests aren’t glamorous
but they’re something we all posses
Bound to objects, no,
Love is only another reason
for the god forsaken treason.

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Listening to: The Secret Machines – Flying
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To be a Philosopher

February 24, 2008 at 3:02 pm (philosophy, poetry, pure logic)

You’re only as smart as the decisions you make
not the words that you can create
You can’t mix creativity and reality,
when you do it’s like your on shrooms
stuck in a wall or pretending to befall
a world without the things that crawl within us all.

Your word is only as good as the life you put behind it.
not the rhythm with what you design it.
It’s like a prism, taking a color and amplifying it
it might not be a lie but it’s still not the truth
You can’t rationalize without some sort of proof
they can’t move until you are able to prove.

Logic may defy you but it is what defines us
look at her in the eye and tell her with your sole instead of your tongue that she is the one for you right now, or tell her it’s not what your sole is telling you is good for the sake of her world to move any further.

Be the being you have been given.
Live the life you’ve chosen.
Care for the people who have chosen you.
Respect the eyes that have surrounded you.

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Listening to: Rick Wright – Hidden Fear
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