| This is about love and understanding it only through pure, innocent and wonderful experience. |
| This is about love and understanding it only through pure, innocent and wonderful experience. |
Discipline of JoyIn what you will find Kind peace, comfort Shall be blooming flowers As beautiful as intricate Bright as Venus Perfect among countless starsDiscipline of Joy
Convoluted love At once taboo Now corrupt with delight You've pieced together elegance Cohesive thoughts Perfect among countless lives
Eudaimonia Refuted doubt That shy, lingering smile Will fill whole skies with wondrous blue
VicariousStand, running slowed -- stop. Now you've got the time Perhaps if you sit You won't forget life,Vicarious
Let it pass you by.
The world and it's rush! Fall back, note her dust See through the hurry Frown to it's breadth, Let it pass you by.
We've all become quick, All limits of speed Sixty-five, no less. Press upon your brakes, Let it pass you by.
Pondering Between LifeScribbling between lines of yesterdays lives Forgotten details and missed words of length whisper Request your pen stop, mind wander offPondering Between Life
To tomorrows totality, todays torrents Regardless of intent or sloppy conjecture
ponder for some while contend with slight bother
Humm...
Neutral
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"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator 1830 - 1890
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Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.
~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
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never say never
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