To Be Near YouYou act like you still care so much But still, in the back of my mind sometimes, I wonder... Is it out of pity? Is it out of worry? That's like throwing someone out of a home, and yet, you worry about where they'll end up from the cold streetTo Be Near You
I love to be around you, You're one of the few people Who can still make me feel like sunshine permeates these veins, still make me explode originality onto blank sheets of paper, still make my gladiator mind feel like it survives yet
But you, the very same person, so caring and happy
The ExplorerThe consummate Explorer Partial to concrete jungles A fitting mix of the blood pounding hot within his veins: Iberian, demanding the new and exciting, Saxon, tempering him to stay inland, and to have no fear, also a distinctly American traitThe Explorer
And when I met this man In the gleaming tower, I never dreamed That I could need a guide To my own city
I was well-versed in the beauty of the map, a physical discoverer, I've been almost everywhere around here. But he, this new Stranger, was the ethereal discoverer, finding hidd
JewelI see a bridge covered in blood, my blood, and it streams from a hole in my handJewel
I used to cover my eyes with that hand, my right, but you used your crystal knife to expose me to reality: that you were gone
seeing you with someone else hurt more than the hold in my hand, and dripping blood on my eyes failed to blind me to your now-sullied radiance (it's like a pure, gleaming jewel possessed by a demon, corrupting the jewel to its own uses, until it is but a shadow of its former self, with only flashes of former brill
Why Is Happiness Quantum?Why is happiness quantum?Why Is Happiness Quantum?
Most men think it only an illusion And that those who find it are living in seclusion; away from women and their intrusions.
The sad wan shadows that follow them, that constitute their life experiences You can see them trailing behind under sickeningly pale street lights Keep happiness at arms length, keeps it as an illusion to all,
For living in the past is dangerous for the psyche It makes our sanity into a glorious gladiator entertaining the rest of the mind with its agonies
So one must
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We are what we think.
All that we are arises with our thoughts.
With our thoughts, we make our world.
-Buddha
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"The race of gladiators is not dead; every artist is one. He amuses the public with his agonies."-Mario Vargas Llosa
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"The race of gladiators is not dead; every artist is one. He amuses the public with his agonies."-Mario Vargas Llosa
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