Ripples in the pond of life
Emanate from the core
Reverberating as echos...
When the pebble of decision
Follows the action
Of the first step.... drop
Lady LilyLady Lily and the Woodsman
She is she...
The blossoming lily,
Floating on the lake of serenity...
Beckoning him from the woods of despair...
To drink of the water
That quenches his spirit
And fills him with the ripples
Of joyful, calm love.
He is he...
Stepping from the abyss
Of the darkness of the woods...
To fill his palm
With the clear water
Embodying the elegant spirit
And quench his thirst,
Of letting his old soul
By the joyful, calm love
Together they are complete.
Life ThoughtLife Thoughts
Enacted only by the mind's agenda, is unfulfilled...
Ruled only by the heart's emotion, is unimaginable...
Evolving from the nexus of the two Realms intertwined, is truly complete...
Inspiration Marine Corps Style
"Motivation's like a cup of coffee. You might motivate someone; after about an hour or two the caffeine wears off, the motivation might wear off. But if you do it right, and you inspire someone, that inspiration lasts a lifetime."
~1st Sgt. Jean-Paul Courville, Drill Instructor School, Parris Island
The Seven Deadly SinsI am the voice in your mind where your knowledge once reigned,
I am the fire in your heart, eating your manners and morality.
I am the endless hunger, consuming your thoughts like greedy flames, always wanting more and more, leaving you on the finest edge of sanity, always considering giving you the last push into the never-ending void of mad cravings.
What am I?
I am Lust
I am the chain binding you to your throne of weariness,
I am the burden on your shoulders, keeping you from rising to see the daylight.
I am the idea pestering your head, that even the smallest deed is far too rash to do, that nothing really is necessary, that the only thing you really have to do is just to sit and watch, as time and space rushed ahead at unimaginable speed.
What am I?
I am Sloth
I am the mask of superiority you wear in the presence of others,
I am the voice convincing you that you're better than your peers.
I am the poison in your head, the tongue telling you that you cannot be wrong, telling you th
HopingChrysalis ruptures, releases ashy remains
Of the mother of hope.
It is said that following a light in the dark,
Where there is none,
Following a moral
Believing yesterday is experience
Is for the children of immaculacy.
Feed the children, feed them with easily detachable morals.
Feed them with images of beauty that scar, smiles that frown.
Feed them with self-righteous ethics, poetics of monetary funding.
Feed them with the products of injustice, justified by time and habit.
Feed them with air, inflate their ego to where it will burst.
Feed them, you wont have to force it.
And theyll thank you later, after they enforce it. And forget you.
So feed them well.
Chrysalis ruptures, releases ashy remains
Of the mother of hope.
Hope mothers only the immaculate,
weak, foolish, the idealistic dead.
But every mother loves her child;
And what a beautiful mother she is.
Bits and PiecesWhat remains,
Bits and pieces,
Of our beginning.
Thats all that remains of us.
When we leave:
And we are always leaving.
Little bits and pieces,
Leave us a memory trail,
Time and Space.
By the time we die,
There is simply no more,
Bits and pieces
Left to drop,
But we will
If not in name,
Then in the spirit we created.
Good or Bad,
It is what we leave behind,
When we are gone.
I Am MeI may be small
I may be big
I may be fat or skinny
But, all I know is, I am me
I may be black
I may be white
I may be yellow, blue or green
But, nevertheless, I am me
I may be tall
I may be short
I might be hairy or bald
But, in the end, I am me
I may have small eyes
I may have large eyes
I might have a small mouth, or a large nose
But, as always, I am me
I may be young
I may be old
I may have wisdom or strength
But, no matter what, I am me
I may be smart
I may be dumb
I may be artistic, or not
But, unavoidably, I am me
I may exist
I may not
I may think, feel or touch
But, after all, I am me
All I know is
In the end
I Am Me
Deatheverything must leave
this earth, someday
physical world is
our destiny, our
ecerything must hang
its hat in the
whether they be
destined for heaven
so when death
comes to you,
evade it, but
for it is
Nuo sanojen sorvit, virkkeiden virkkuukoukut
Huoletellut hellyden höyläsi, heti aamusta
Kun valo tai pimeä saa, on sua mukava koskettaa
Lämmin tuoksu ja haju naisen hennon, sa ihon ja lihan viulu sorja
Kallis on kaitaluusi, arvoisa alabasterisi
Pehmeä piimäsi, antoisa alavatsasi
Vaan tulee aika kun elävien silmissä rumaksi muutut
Mukaan mullan ja maan, tomuksi takaisin
Vaan niinpä me kaikki, katkeavaiset ovat karvamme
Mistä, minne ja miksi ? Kaikki kuiskaa
Miksi moisesta miete suuri ? Pohdinta pohjaton ?
Asia selviää kyllä
Ja miksi emme innolla moisella
Pohdi unia yön seuraavan ?
Kylläisyyttä jälkeen lounaan huomisen ?
Pirteyttä perusteellisen debatin ?
On tuttuus kuin lämmin tuli
Vanha kuoma, luotettu ystävä
Niin helppo kanssaan eloa hioa, nauttia
Tuntematon taasen kuin manan maja, jota emme muista
Kas on kaste tullut tänään
Romanttinen riitti rujon maan
Pian katoaa se kuin kaikki muukin
Ei tehty meitä kestämään
Turha sitä surra, väistämätöntä valitella
Emmehän epäröi edessä nä
Holy, holy, holy, holyA man fell
to be seen.
Many books were written
by authors, celebrated
many fires fed
the world grew wise on a single piece of foolishness.
as the word
into shards of sound
that whizzed by my head
and sunk, exhausted
my thoughts are mine"what if life isnt life at all?
what if life and death was switched around?
then wouldn't this world be the world of the dead
so maybe perhaps we arent alive at all anymore
maybe this is, in actuallity, the world of the dead
and the unknown, being the world of the truly living"
if you do not believe for this to be true
then prove your statement
prove me wrong with your words
but i do here tell thee
that your "water" will be wasted as time flies by
for my mind is set
and even the likes of you cannot change that fact
what? you plan to use your "scientific" studies?
you propose to use your proofs and evidence?
what is really evidence?
just because you say this is to be proof, does not make it so
proof is in the mind of the beholder
for 1 + 1 = 2, but to an artists eye or somebody else
it might just make a window!
yes, i too have my "proof"
i can't make you believe in this so called "crazed assumption"
but you too cant make me believe in yours
for my mind is set and i tend to keep my thoug