Rousseau |
"The first person who, having fenced off a plot on the ground, took it into his head to say this is mine and found people simple enough to believe him, was the true founder of civil society. What crim...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 14:28:00 GMT |
Tathgata |
Here I am letting go and giving all that I have at the same time. In this poetic moment, I am neither here nor there. I breathe the air as it breathes me and we are united. There is no difference. We ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 19:27:00 GMT |
yes, i rant about nonsense. |
Sometimes the whole concept of being human is really weird to me. There are different facets of the human experience that I take in to consideration at different points in time. Tonight I'm dwelling o...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 23:24:00 GMT |
Certainly |
My entire sense of being has risen to the occasion. Certainly our physical view is so limited in scope that we cannot speak for even the narrowest of possibilities, yet there remains some mental aware...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 21:56:00 GMT |
Oh well. |
When even the smallest pieces of my personality cannot be expressed, they grow bigger until they can find some release. In these moments I realize that those pieces most definitely exist. Sometimes we...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Sep 2006 18:55:00 GMT |
Tonight. |
If you really believed there was no place to go, We would surely take shelter in a starry sky. The kind that Van Gogh modeled visions of; Full of laughter and love, swollen hearts and heartache. The a...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 12:12:00 GMT |
maybe |
Sometimes life is like walking into a wall in the dark. It's solid and you know it's there, but you can't help but wonder what it could be.....what it could possibly look like; maybe it looks differen...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 22:20:00 GMT |
let go |
it's weird to expect something in such a casual way that you are completely aware of it in every moment of it's progress. it's weird because i have somehow learned how to calmly see situations for wha...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 15:18:00 GMT |
but it doesn't even matter |
They told us to listen and we left. It was the last straw in a diner of despair. A short clash of nihilism and romanticism spawned a new sort of freedom. It was two with no ties but a common bond to a...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 20:19:00 GMT |
How to find Waldo. |
I'm sailing without sailsOn the streetlights and neon signs.A feather in the wind;Stealing looks and silentlyStaring into the forward shortcomings.Like dust in the airI share my soul with strangers.A ...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Jul 2006 02:15:00 GMT |
