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Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense. 

-Buddah

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It's been a long time...

Thoughts become words. Words become actions. 
We are all so caught up in the words.

There is no poetry in this post. I feel no inspiration in my frustration to be eloquent and quirky. I am left to do nothing but wonder, what point is there in having a voice.. if even if I am heard, it amounts to nothing.
The political polls say they are 'this percentage in favor of the party' and 'this many supporters are changing their vote to party XYZ'... yet I have never once been asked... What is you vote, dear citizen?

I am sure these statistics must be fake.

Here we are: being force fed, no.. Willingly eating up the images of foreign nations whose governments are clearly corrupt. Distinguishing ourselves as far 'better off'. Living in much more of a 'democracy'. Yet do we question those statistics at any moment? Has anyone walked into 'that place where vote-counting happens' to personally check that the voting system is a fair and balanced process? I know I haven't, yet I assume that 'someone' is doing it. Someone has a very big job..That 'Someone' seems to do an awful lot for me. And I don't know if Someone is even doing it right.

Dear reader,

Aren't you tired? Aren't we all tired yet of all of this? Running about, being unfulfilled. Are you tired yet of fearing your neighbors or talking to strangers? How much more of this will it take until you are too tired. And will you then be too tired to change it, perhaps?! Why do you live in defense, in survival mode. Don't you want to live. buzz. glow. grow...

You don't, do you. You want to keep going as you are, running about, feeling unfulfilled... Because you're safe that way. And if not, you'll justify it to yourself somehow. Tell me, how are you justifying your angry thoughts, right now? Are you feeling defensive at these words of mine? Do I offend you?..All that identity you've just got yourself caught up into. Your whole notion of who-you-are is now in danger. But of course, dear reader... I understand...that if you can't justify your actions and your daily choices now (like why you sat around in front of your computer all night, or stopped past and bought some fast food just this once, or lost your temper just a little bit at the intersection), then, how ever could you justify them in the past, and future?
Because if you let the realisation dawn on you- that indeed you are not solely the thoughts you produce, nor the habits and actions that result from them- you are left only to accept that there is nothing holding you back anymore. An inspiring and anxiety provoking thought.

It's time we learn to love our neighbor. Literally. Talk to strangers. Because if we don't... we will only let them scare the love out of us. In apathy or in fear; the hope of fulfillment will be diminished. I dare you then. Love me. 

Kyrie Eleison

This wreakage of wood; half oragnised half chaos, elucidates the need for the tears I feel on my cheek.
Though still retaining beauty, its true glory is lost by the hands of another.
I and this tree, this magnificnet being, are equally reduced to stump and rubble.
Though no one stops to bid it farewell or thank it for its beauty, I am no less than stopped in my path by its cry of greif.
Yet, it knows the place of its greif and does not dwell on it...
As it will be transformed into what new thing by what means, I love it always.
Its roots forever strong in the earth of my heart.

A Conversation

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Two Planets, two stars.
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For the girl
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This beast arrested

This here; a neglectable sadness- covered by transparent barriers. 

I am met with detachment.

Words blur the distance grown between us, silence illuminating what lie dormant.

This here; a beast arrested. 

It struggles against restraint, so thin, so fine, yet so intricately yielded.

But still, there is only indifference. 

No glitter of companionship in your eye, 

Only fear. 

Only your beast visibly contorting beneath its weight,

Pulling tighter each rein on memory and love.   

Escape. I must escape.

But as soon as it is allowed, I am reminded.

Before you got here, you knew.

I know...

I'm not ready to escape.

The Babe and the Traveller

Some say to see the world with the eyes of a babe.
Take all joy in the novelty of life.
But if your memory does not serve to take you back to childhood; I suggest you consider yourself a foreigner instead.
Consider yourself in an exotic location you have never seen. 
You have never been here. 


This place is magical, wonderful, mysterious.