why is it, that at many points throughout our daily lives, we enounter the most remarkable individuals and receive opportunities to be enthralled by them, by their wisdom, their kindness, their beauty, and yet we say nothing of it, letting their splendor go seemingly unnoticed? is it simply because we believe they are aware of it, that they are reminded of it so many times each and every day? does it ever occur to us that this might not be the case, that these beautiful aspects of those around us are taken for granted, unappreciated and ignored?
what difficulty is it to go an extra step and let these complimentary thoughts become realized as words? why can we not let them know they are precious to us?
why is it i cannot convey what it is i want to say?
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
rant
i observe the world through critical eyes, watching the destructive forces of the media tear apart our pastimes, interests and entertainment. it is difficult to imagine a future where our creative forces have been strengthened and given the power to build worlds that are not filled with hollow shades of the latest dying trend, allowed to compose unrestrained by the binding idiocy of the modern age.
regrettably, much of my creation is due to the work of others, inspiration always capable of being traced to its root, the source of its birth. in fact, a great deal of my works begin as a nearly identical copy of the original template, only slight details altered within the whole.
but through a fair deal of effort and natural evolution, these ideas seemingly take on lives of their own, developing and shifting ways i would have never before thought possible. but i believe that they, in similitude of myself, are dissatisfied with the shallow echoes that fill our reality, yearning for more, a freedom from these shackles of the world.
but our generation seems to be fueled solely by rebellion. their lives are steered by it; they are possessed of radical notions, simply desirous of defiance. this robs them of individual thought, always being swayed into the contrary by others.
but there are others who choose to stand alone, to persist in being unfettered by the raging machines around them.
my faith in the world is lost but it remains with those chosen few who still retain a will to create and resolve to fight. should they remain diligent and steadfast, they will be those who craft the future, the forerunners who raise the coming generation. and that gives me hope.
regrettably, much of my creation is due to the work of others, inspiration always capable of being traced to its root, the source of its birth. in fact, a great deal of my works begin as a nearly identical copy of the original template, only slight details altered within the whole.
but through a fair deal of effort and natural evolution, these ideas seemingly take on lives of their own, developing and shifting ways i would have never before thought possible. but i believe that they, in similitude of myself, are dissatisfied with the shallow echoes that fill our reality, yearning for more, a freedom from these shackles of the world.
but our generation seems to be fueled solely by rebellion. their lives are steered by it; they are possessed of radical notions, simply desirous of defiance. this robs them of individual thought, always being swayed into the contrary by others.
but there are others who choose to stand alone, to persist in being unfettered by the raging machines around them.
my faith in the world is lost but it remains with those chosen few who still retain a will to create and resolve to fight. should they remain diligent and steadfast, they will be those who craft the future, the forerunners who raise the coming generation. and that gives me hope.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
mirrors
when i go home at the day's end
there is a test i must pass
a reflection of what my life has amounted to
reminiscence on what i have done
there is but one question to be answered
"what will he think,
this man in the glass?"
would he be pleased?
would he approve of things i had done?
what would he say,
the man in the glass?
could he speak with pride about me?
when the sun has set
there is no one but he and i
this man who follows me about
watching my every move
it is he i must live with
and he alone, this man in the glass
before i can sleep
there is one final test i must pass
when i see him, the man in the glass
can i look him in the eye?
there is a test i must pass
a reflection of what my life has amounted to
reminiscence on what i have done
there is but one question to be answered
"what will he think,
this man in the glass?"
would he be pleased?
would he approve of things i had done?
what would he say,
the man in the glass?
could he speak with pride about me?
when the sun has set
there is no one but he and i
this man who follows me about
watching my every move
it is he i must live with
and he alone, this man in the glass
before i can sleep
there is one final test i must pass
when i see him, the man in the glass
can i look him in the eye?
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