These Days (Redux)

We continue to move and worry on the trifles, with
Few moments of the grand themes of life.
What would happen to us if we constantly dwelled
Our thoughts on the big things? Would our minds be pushed
Too hard and break down as the pontoon's Civic engine?

Perhaps this is the reason the persons of this world, nay,
This nation, put their thoughts on the topics that don't matter.
'Tis the easier of the two, and our country loves the
Easier ways (at least these days).

The world is too much with us, that much is true.
The Voices of intelligence knew this too well, and
Saw us traveling the path we have taken and
Continue to drive on. There are few of us left
Who see the world through unclouded eyes;
We live life the proper Romantic way--Balance.

"Keep the Balance" is what my mentors instructed me to do.
We can't stay on one side more than the other,
Otherwise we risk loosing our personal nature and identity;
They would crumble and fall as the statue in David's dream.

Rest and fight equal amounts, and life will be bearable.
We can find those with similar ideas, just as anything worth wile in this world,
We just have to work and persevere though the pain, and the payoff will be sweet.

Keep the balance, and keep your feet moving.

Blood-Apathy Level

(Something I wrote a while ago)

Apathy is in my bloodstream, and it never leaves its home.
My body, the vessel that holds the liquid of not caring,
Allows the apathy to enter through the mouth,
Or, more commonly, through the ocular cavities via
audio-visual insertions
They take you in and never let go.
Always harming your work ethic.

Alone

With my thoughts on the line between sane and insanity,
I live with the remembrance of my aspired one.
The emotions of my pants come and go, but
I still evolve in my identity and personality.

Stay with me electronically; any connection is more desired than none.

Welcome Back

The days are long now.
I awake at the winter's dawn, but the outside's brightness shines full blast through the partially covered window into the boxed room.
The smell of fresh rain storm hits my nose after I step up from bed.
I instinctually walk towards the pot of black caffeine and pour it into my thrift store mug.
The coffee touches my lips and I begin the wake-up process.
However, there is nothing to wake up for today.
There is little to do until the work begins,
So I shall enjoy the vacuum of responsibility while I have it.
Just sit and watch the scattered thunderstorms through the window with the coffee at hand.
Feel the rest and recuperation, and prepare for the coming storm.

Poem for the Dumped

Why? Is the first question that pops into my head.
Why are you doing this?
We restarted, we renewed everything. It was never
Going to feel the same way, of course.
That's what the renewal was going to do.
I was never going to forget the or deny the past, but
We had a present and future to make together.

You are the one, but you didn't let me try.
I wasn't given enough time to try again at the woo,
And discuss how to proceed.
We could have found an answer to the big questions:
Why are relationships hard?
Why does growing up suck?
Can't we still fight it?

I just walked outside on that day, and the clouds tumbled.
Bye bye. Goodbye. I tried.

Thoughts of the Fever

I'm tired, but I cannot sleep,
Exhausted, but can't stay still.
Anxiety has overrun my insides, but I allow it to flourish.
Deep down I am a destinist. Whatever happens, happens, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
The world moves and we cannot stop or control it.
Just allow it to continue moving. And we must
Continue moving on it, with it. Not against it,
That does not work.

The Natural always gets its way to balance out the universe.
And Balance is what we need to keep for ourselves, as well as the Earth.
'Tis our only home and we cannot trash it as the Frat boy does his house.
We must clean and organize our minds as we do our homes, and not
Allow the clutter to gain power over us.
Keep the balance and move along.
That is our purpose and our destiny.

Night at the Apartment

The world is all wrong.
Why do we fight for religions when others don't want to hear the message?
The parents of America don't always praise us, but when they do, it's grand and shows their love of us.
My clan has always given me respect to live my life
And I praise them for that.
I love and respect them all.

I cannot imagine my life without them.  It would be probably be a bit worse.
I love meine fruende and me amigos.
They always aid and support me.

Me without you would be a terrible life.
I thank the deity for my life (I should do it more often).
Please keep on the correct path,
And never let me fall again.

I don't enjoy the stress and anxiety of school, but I look foreword to the career future.

Keep my feet going and my mind thinking.

THANK YOU ALL.
I LOVE YOU