In essence humans have no right and wrong no higher or lower; that is where a God comes in and then the government and even society, people are trained to think a certain way the thing is with tv and movies our thoughts are more of that nature and it seems to be self-destructive and egotistic. Modesty is not of us in general anyone who stands apart is mocked; all great societies got big, gluttony, and unfit in all different ways and fell from their own desires, it’s very concerning the way the country is heading even entertainment is supporting beliefs and that in my mind is not good because it is influencing without educating and that is wrong. Now I am not preaching but society cannot teach you a damn thing about right and wrong it is up to you and your emotions and your conviction I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again in words of bob Dylan “you got to serve somebody”.
One does not become a rock through ease, but through adversity
One does become a rock through days, but through the ages
Time is not in the hours, but in the age upon the face
A rock does not sway, but stands its place
a rock stands for its purpose, even only in memory
a rock one may be, but it is only a small example of a man’s humanity
When I look at what has been, and what has become
When I look at my choices, and all I have done
When my convictions turned to strength, and my addictions turned to weakness
I see how strong fate really is, like a mathematical pattern forming throughout time
Will I change, from what I have become
Do I change, the man I seem to be
Like the flower that grows, it too has a shape to be
Yet any time the rabbit could meal, and the child could pick the orchid of the field
To deny fate and hide away from which is to come, thus destruction will be at hand
So as we all figure through time, the end is meant to be
We are as a million piece chess board, figuring our away through eternity
Love’s gentle whim, within the grin upon your chin
an everlasting intoxication of sweet praise, entails within you name
it is missing within thy soul, and thy bones are even feeling its loss
sweet is the sunrise, captivating is the moonlight
but thy heart is gone, I see it not
forever I long, forever you are gone
come unto me, when the dark arrives
come upon me, me the moon is high
I breathe knowing you breathe, I dream knowing you dream
Good bye my love, the poem is now ending
Maybe I’ll imagine you tomorrow, and write of the muse you have been
Once again, good bye my love
The sounds of you
Baby won’t you come over and listen to my stereo cause there ain’t no place to go and gas is so high and I’m so low; as the hi-fi plays and the records turns we can burn are cares to the radio waves going through our souls.
I want you in the morning and all through the night, I want you when I’m blue and when I am feeling right, if it all shall stop and come to an end I’ll still want you as a friend.
Hold my arms and put your head upon my chest I’ll caress you with my words and let my eyes do the rest; we will hold each other till dawns early light and fight the fears of days that will come and days gone by.
Of all the ladies I meet, I cannot find the reason why the sun rises and sets.
Mustn’t she be wise with a loving face and a kind heart?
Why that would be why the sun rises.
Would she have a strong hand and a gentle touch and a soft voice?
Why yes, that is why the sun would set.
Then I pray you find your love and if not than the solitude would not have been in vain.
Yes if not than I would have spent it well looking for the alpha of thy love and the omega of my sorrow.
Hierarchy to life
A man cannot live unto himself he must have a guide someone that the man calls supreme; in fact most often it cannot be just one (but on levels others would apply), we have our country to the rule we abide if not we will find ourselves in tryst with law. In fact our school had taught us many things and those who did well and learned at the utmost degree obeyed the hierarchy of such but I will remark that those who not are at time looking for an alternative hierarchy to guide their unique personality. To borrow from an idea of Aristotle thought of matter and form The adult that we are is from the child and it from the baby and that from the embryo so just as a child has its mother so shall an adult have its leader/teacher; I am quite found of the passage in the bible that a man cannot serve two masters and to serve a man would be wrong to serve an idea would be romanticism but a concept of good and hope is something of greatness, This brings to mind a song I heard by Bob Dylan you got to serve somebody, there is an ultimatum of good and evil and basically that which is good is that which is humble, and that which is evil is that which is vain; when we serve ourselves we become volatile to the rest of humanity and ourselves that is why we must bow to the hierarchy as long as they bow unto us.