Behavior. Human behavior. What does it mean? What makes us do what we do? Look. I’m not the smartest person on the planet, I get that. There are a billion people out there smarter th – . Actually wait. I’d like to think I’m at least like…top 10%. Let me start over. There are 700 … More How to Get Along With Folks 101
Days of old, days anew Days we have to think things through There is no shame in loss, regret We do the things we can, and yet Something else is always there Something else to burden, bear Something that we set our eyes Something reaching to the skies No one knows what lies ahead The … More My Small Sparrow
Trapped inside a metaphor, this prison cell without a door. A mind that locks away these things without concern for what it brings. Pain, regret, future and past. I knew these things would never last. I knew they’d eat at me each day, as all these things seem to decay. There is no solace, you … More The Future Holds What, You Know?
Cast in iron, set in stone, my thoughts are never left alone. They sail with me and set me free, living in my every bone. My ship, it sails, its mast prevails, catching headwinds, telling tales. But then my sub sinks down below, and dives through waters, lesser known. Deep currents are so strong and … More My Sub: USS Conscience
Formal, Friendly: which is worse? Both have things to offer, sure Both, afflicted, by a curse Question not the expectations of the Formal, all is set and all is known Social rules guide me and you, unspoken laws are set in stone Yet all that makes us human seems to somehow get swept underneath We … More Shallow Waters, Deepest Lakes
The future is funny, don’t you think? Not in a literal sense, I mean. I’m just saying that in general. After all, no one really knows what’s going to happen before it happens, right? Sure, we can try and predict things…but after it’s all said and done, it will always be fate who decides how … More Diary of a Philosopher: 1
Ravens speak darkness while Frost speaks of snow But tormented minds share a likeness, you know Rather than rhythm repeating tempo I’ll ink what I think as the rules I let go Words are not wisdom they’re just thoughts that we think And letters are naught but concepts that you shrink Shrink into something that … More Communicate
Sitting in solitude, lonely, I know Glancing and gazing out of this window I wish that the hands of this clock would move slow But everyone seems to have somewhere to go Why must every journey turn into a race Why do we seem always have something to chase Spending life sprinting and quickening the … More For Better or Worse
Time, its not so timeless And things never seem to change Who we are and what we do It’s stone, not rearranged We live, we laugh, we love, we play We fight, we kill, we fear, we hate Never has it mattered what it is, the day and age Things are all that separate the … More Look at Me
Something’s happening, and a lot of people aren’t realizing it. They can feel it, sure; but they aren’t quite able to put their finger on the sensation that they’re experiencing. So let me try to do it for you. I’m going to describe the phenomenon to which I refer in one, concise, statement: Your consciousness … More The Most Important Thing I’ve Ever Written
I can’t explain the pain I feel I can’t explain the hurt He deals I can’t explain why sad has come I can’t explain what He has done So sorely do I wish to know Are we just threads that He can sew? Are we just pieces on a board? Are we unnoticed to our … More It’s Up to Us
I don’t know how much more helpless we can feel after this weekend. As observers of society, that is. I know you all feel it. Everyone does. This sensation that we live in a world where we’re forced to clock in and clock out of our prescribed, normal lives as we watch “high society” try … More Politics Dehumanize Us, and Everything Needs to Change
Taken for Granted Hang on, you can’t be serious You’re on something, delirious That lady who was here? He just Left without a word I saw that things got out of hand No one saw that coming, and It’s obvious this wasn’t planned But arguments were heard Instead of making peace, amend For reasons I … More Taken for Granted
He said, she said, this don’t really need said All that matters is who you become When camera feeds dead I know, you know, do you really think though? Do you really think you know the person That’s on this show? I doubt, you doubt, things they claim they’re about Everyone has seen it done … More Starving
Irony is beautiful, wouldn’t you say? How funny is hypocrisy when you hear these people say ”Your dreams are just a waste of time” they scoff and berate But then when we succeed they buy the things we create People look at people chasing dreams and they judge Then they work a 9 to 5 … More Irony
Animals. Miscreants. Products of society. Monsters making mice of men and dodging notoriety When will people realize that this world’s not what we think it is? If you’re naive and say it is just do a quick analysis Peace. Love. A child’s future without war. All these things they advertise are not what they are … More Smoke and Mirrors
Fame is not what it once was It did not do what it now does A King would rule, a Saint – anoint To serve the people – fame’s case in point Yes, fame is not what it once was So widely grasped for “just because” No noble cause, just pride and gain To serve … More Fame is Not What it Once Was
Hatred, malice, walls, no door Cities, countries, all at war Fighting just to stay alive Families struggling to survive A world of waste we’ve made, it seems Turned to gray our once blue streams Pillaged, they have done to Earth All just to increase their net worth Sickening, it is to me That they thought … More Cause & Effect
Thought. It is such a curious concept. It exists behind everything. Every single action, every single behavior, every single thing we do is motivated by thought, whether conscious or not. Breathing, for example. Do you think every time you take a breath? I think not. And yet you do it. I am having difficulty compartmentalizing … More The Answer: 2
Standing here, I flip this coin My oft stray dreams now fine’ly join The thieves of thought think hard, you see And mine the deepest cavity Requiring midnight’s darkness; black The sound of silence, naught a crack The ones who came before me know Shakespeare, Whitman, Frost, and Poe Together who all see this world … More This Wishing Well
