Tag Archives: Philosophy

Humanity it’s Entirety

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Sometimes we just need help

A four letter word

That keeps me from running to far off

On days

Where my pants are dirty

My mind worries

Where the next paycheck is coming

So I find myself running

Not with my feet

Constant thoughts

But then I get some help

It comes in any form

Off the beaten path and more the norm

These small gestures I suggest

Mean more day to day

Take sullen weights off my weary chest

I muse myself that the world can see my needs

Humanity in its entirety

Knows what I need

So I just have to remain steady

Hold on hope

That I can persevere

Through the sleepless nights

And life will return back

Resuming that it will be alright

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Separate Hands

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We all sit around a fluorescent fire

Comforted by being side by side

Yet in a complete new world

Each of our minds

Has gone to find

Together we are in physicality

But in reality

We could not be farther apart

So we watch our fires

Burning in our hands

Selfish held plans

A new sense of community is born

From the hand held fires

That burn all night long

Separating us from

Dusk to dawn

Wide Eyed Disdain

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Eyes disdain in disbelief

Holding red lines of grief

Have not slept in a couple days

Not quite sure what this says

Words fold into each other

Bending softly and creating another

Having no real meaning to my brain

As my thoughts slow like a clogged drain

This poem is nothing more than a flow

I will let the words take me

Wherever it might go

Letting go

Is the theme distinct in my mind

A sign of the changing time in my life

Letting go and doing

Rather than talking and maneuvering

Away from steps I am taking

In a forward motion

To keep one foot ahead

On the road crushing pebbles and stones

Moving my body forward

Into the unknown

That is where I begin

The other ends

The new beginning is upon my breath

A feeling invigorating and true

Taking me away to someplace new

I will write with one eye open

The other rests

And rests

While the mind is left open

 

Our Selfish Nature

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Are we really selfish from conception

We asks our mothers to give us life

From the moment of our inception

Taking nutrients blood and life

From deep inside

Of our mothers belly

Asking for oxygen and food

To be taken care of

Regardless of her mood

There is no waiting in beginning

Asking asking asking

Wondering how we will survive

How will our mothers keep us alive

So it makes me wonder

Was I born selfish

Is human nature itself intrinsically selfish

To take rather than to give

Is that the way we begin to live

I understand that life is freely given

By the one who creates us

Whether it be god you believe

Or the forces of nature

It has no relevance in this conversation

I want to ask

Are you selfish

Wanting a life to live and food to eat

Is that the core of the selfish life

Or is it pure survival instincts

We surely cannot sustain life without

It is our job then to destroy selfishness

In the end

To see it’s light burnt out

Dedicated to the last cause

Very devout

People begin

Some grow

Emotionally

Some grow

Old

Some grow

Selfish

Some grow

Cold

We may be born to our selfish ways

As we grow old it is our responsibility

To shed the selfish life for independence

Dignity and responsibility

And that is the way it should be

 

The Daily Routine

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Ah the challenge of keeping creativity alive in my life. As I am pulled to try and sell the art and the creations that have already occurred. It is hard sometimes to step back and try and let the creative juices be heard. So I sat down to try and document my daily routine of keeping creativity alive in my life. So here it is – enjoy!

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The daily routine

Wake up in the morning

Make sure to exercise

Work out the arms and the thighs

Get back and get cleaned up

Got to write and practice

Keep the routine up

3 or four hours later

I now sit at the compu-tater

Life’s lines complex yet defined

I make this no place to wine

Letting go on paper what must be done

Seemed like a good idea

Challenging and fun

Poems must be constructed daily

This challenges what I have to say

About beauty, art, and the progress of today

The challenge is not to conform

But to set a new aggressive norm

Creativity must be engaged often

Or else the course muscles will soften

Decay and leave your soul

Looking for someone else to enroll

The creative spirit can be fleeting and gone

So I must capture these spirits in songs

Poems, writings, and other means

Or else I will be left with nothing

Creativity gone and no job to boot

I look pretty bad now in a business suit

Full of aspirations are these writings

Even though my mind is rattled with distractions

I must be real and stay ahead

Better off here trying

Than creativity dead

Crook

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Let your imagination run free on this one. Think you know what I am talking about? Have a guess? Post it as a reply and if you get it right I will send you a Free ‘The Bergamot’ album!

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Laughing and clapping

She is such a crook

Send her to jail for all she has took

Call her a savior

But what lies beneath

Behind those bleached teeth

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The ultimate hoax

Of the most terrible kind

Robs your soul

Troubles your mind

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Sitting to admire

Her wonderful empire

Of things stolen and destroyed

Keeping everyone employed

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Not much sympathy in my soul

For those vying for control

Over you and me and trees and flowers

The whole damn thing leaves me sour

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Yet people run to be first in line

This will continue for quite some time

The world spins on

In such a great sublime

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These feelings swell in winter season

Defying rational thought and reason

If I may say so myself

I have witnessed this treason

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The world does not need

Another singer songwriter

One of a million calling out

This I know if forever a doubt

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Yet stand in attention

And all hail to the chief

If I had known better

I could have known her a thief

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Making a dollar

Never looked quite so easy

Red dresses worn

So old and sleazy

Crack the code

And underneath we find

The act of betrayal

Leaving the mind

Left to stale

But now let us curtail

This power and drab

We were all given

The gift of gab

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So gab it on the mountain

Proclaim it free

Don’t let this truth die

Between you

and me

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Let the words flow out

As the pouring rain

Let it put out the fire

Of deceit and of pain

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For I know no truth

This I must hold true

But deceit is deceit

And behold

I have told you