Poet (n): A marionette or a clown, punked again by some proclamations of love, better off and having never learned a thing.
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Some Highlights:
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Quietly, nimble and soft,
Sun bright and smiling,
You roll away the weight of man's damnation.
Poof, fluff.
You are the cloud and the sky.
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An expanse among the smallness, and a beacon to my torn and tattered heart.
I am but a shard.
One who always prefers truth. One who knows every one who believes they have the "truth", is biased in some way....and needs to recognize that about themselves. Self examination leads to critical thinking. Critical thinking is required now more than ever else in my life, with a regime running the country without morals or ethics. Not talking religion here. Talking humaneness. We have the capacity to recognize all our emotions....that they are not the sole determinant of how we must react to everything that happens to us. And at the same time, our emotions are what make us human. Suggesting we get rid of them, or suppress them is not the answer. You have to know who you are, why you say and do what you do....and then you have to determine if that is helpful or not.....and not just to you, but to everything and everyone around you. Humans are herd animals. They must have the herd to survive. One cannot be a total independent entity, because at some point in every life, you have to have assist from others to stay alive. You cannot expect more than you give yourself, and yet need to keenly recognize when someone has given you much more than you asked for.....or expected. that inspires me to want to pass it on. Not everyone reacts that way.There still are those who take it as an opportunity to take even more because it is easy to spot those who will let them. Fairness is all anybody wants. Yet there are those who want more than that for themselves, and do not regard your wishes of any value compared to their own. You need to know who they are and how they operate. And yet, one cannot treat everyone the same, as if they think and feel as you do. Human life, human interaction, is much more complex than many people want to believe. Life is a perpetual learning journey, that continually changes right up to one's last breath. We need to appreciate ours, and that of everyone else here.
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“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience. They may be more likely to go to Heaven yet at the same time likelier to make a Hell of earth. This very kindness stings with intolerable insult. To be “cured” against one’s will and cured of states which we may not regard as disease is to be put on a level of those who have not yet reached the age of reason or those who never will; to be classed with infants, imbeciles, and domestic animals.”
C.S. Lewis, God in the Dock
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