If I have to agree with you
in order to be right;
I don't think I need to be right.

I pledge my absolute blind-faith and non-wavering allegiance
to the Flag and the totalitarian, oligarchic Viertes ***** (fourth Kingdom) for which it stands,
one nation wholly divided in any and all ways conceivable,
hell bent on Global Military-Socioeconomic Conquest in the name of the same God as our enemies
with liberty and justice for those who can afford it (Read: the excruciatingly wealthy).

Simplicity is not stupidity.
Simplicity seems to be wisdom
that is not so well understood.

If you can impress without effort,
you're likely doing something right.

If you can't impress with effort,
you're likely doing something wrong.

Slam that, thy Pen,
if thou doth so please,
in protest to earnest catharses;

Slam that, thy Pen!
Let it all out,
tell them of unfairness brought about
in a mutual way,
as if you are the Victim of outrageous Circumstances
and as if the Past vindicates more recent indiscretions.
-
Slam that, thy Pen,
in the face of yourself;
leave not thy rotting feelings
upon thy mental shelves.

Slam that, thy Pen,
that it may help you overcome.
Slam that, thy Pen,
lest ye be overrun.

Slam that, thy Pen,
in the face of your Pain.
Slam that, thy Pen,
into cathartic gain.

Slam that, thy Pen,
as I know I've done.
Slam thy ******* Pen
It's cathartic and fun.

Thus I implore;
Slam that, thy ******* Pen!
That's what the **** it's for.

[A] People, who willingly
sacrifice progress for comfort,
are deserving of neither.

Smoke dances seductively
while ascending from my to-this-day anonymous Pipe;
undulating and contorting, all according
to the movement of this particulate crystal lattice we call 'Air',
with which all these fans are *******.

As Light transfixes the Smoke,
revealed is some Grain of Wood like texture
floating and distorting elegantly and eloquently
as 5 centimeter thick cross-sections,
courtesy of the not quite fully open Blinds.

If you exclude yourself
don't be surprised or resentful
when you find yourself excluded.

If you push everyone away
don't be bewildered
when you find yourself alone.

If you talk **** on others,
don't wonder why
others begin you're a ****** person.

Talk is cheap while words are priceless.

Go figure.

Politicians
are simply
socially sanctioned con-men
(and women)
with taxpayer salaries
and a teleprompter.

"Socrates? Hey, we know that name!"
"Yeah! Hey, look him up."
"Oh, it's under So-crates."
"Oh yeah!"

"So-crates: The only true wisdom consists in knowing that you know nothing."
"That's us, dude!"
"Oh, yeah!"
"Let's bag him!"

"Our lives are but specks of dust
falling through the fingers
of time."

"How's it goin!?
I'm Bill, this is Ted.
We're from the future."

"Socrates. Mm."

"Now what?"
"I dunno.. Philosophize with him!"

"All we are is dust in the wind, dude."

"Dust. Wind." "Dude."

"Yes! Like the sands of the hourglass,
so are the days of our lives! Ha haha!"

"Let's get out of here, dude."

If you wait
for optimal conditions
to do something,
nothing will ever get done.

Sometimes the thoughts in my head
swirl around so fast that it makes me dizzy.
Sometimes the feelings in my heart
make it wish it would stop beating.
Sometimes the lump in my throat
inspires me to suffocate.

Though,
Life is far too beautiful and far too short to dwell on the bad things.
Their gravity is constant, but can be overcome with willpower.

The powerful negative feelings
can give rise to constructive creations
or can tear your World in twain;
the choice is yours to make.

I can't seem to translate my thoughts into words;
when I try, all that comes out is twisted cognitive wreckage.

I have the spark of inspiration at times,
but that spark does a rain-dance
and the whole ******* world comes raining down;
not an ember is to be found.

Perhaps I am undeserving;
perhaps it is not yet time.
Perhaps my skills require honing,
perhaps none of the above.

I wish I could express the gaping chasm of joy I feel, and it is no one else's fault.
I wish I felt at least adequate in my own body and life,
but whenever I try to express it, I just seem to get "well, woe is me too!"

There is no blame.

Oh, you! How cute!
You never fail to impress,
or, at least, to amuse.

"Now I'm curious.
..

Oh yes. That makes sense.

Wait.. I wonder.."

"i don't wanna have to be the one to tell you this,
but you're no foodie; you're just a fat-***
who's too cowardly to take an honest look at yourself.

It's okay to be whatever you want,
just don't lie to yourself proclaiming to be a foodie
to justify late-night trips to Jack in the Box four days a week,
or eating a whole jar of Tostitos 'Salsa con Queso' every two days.

Are you trying to mummify yourself with all those preservatives?

Y'know,
just because you blow most of your paychecks
on gasoline, **** food and overpriced coffee
pulled to the most pretentious of standards
doesn't at all begin to mean that you've got any class, taste, or style,
let alone that you're a foodie.

At least recycle all the paper products your pseudofood comes in.

Moreover, your thighs aren't ******* gluten,
they're all that other junk you eat habitually
while watching your oh-so-edified selection of films
before sleeping it off until 3 in the afternoon.

No wonder you're so full of ****:
you are what you eat, I suppose.

Pull your head on out your ***.

All that fat and cholesterol isn't for the faint of heart."

Some souls
have been here before
but others are on their maiden voyage;

It is easier for some
to learn to sense their own path
or to learn what it is they need
to fulfill their Soul Potential.

(w.i.p.)

If you
must squander potential,
squander only that of your own;
sacrifice not
the potential of others:
they, be the harbingers of Doom.

If you
should choose
to throw your Dreams away,
do not
make those
around you do the same!

They,
who would seek
to defile, corrupt,
extinguish,
shatter and destroy
the potential of their
fellow Beings,
deserve not
this Holy blessing
to be alive and breathing,
and bearing witness
to this sacred, beautiful,
wondrous illusion;

this physical and spiritual
transient ephemera;

this sentient, inanimate,
scientific, counter-intuitive
fledgling, fleeting Dream
that we, over the years,
come to recognize
as Life.

There are some gnarley ******' spiders this time of year!

A quite brief and improvised guitar concerto, if you will, in the key of Cm:

3 acoustic guitars
2 electric guitars
and a piano

https://soundcloud.com/apexparadigm/spirit

Spiritually speaking,
though a hole can be dug for thee,
the only one who can force you into it
is you.
Once therein,
only you can climb back out.

No assistance
will do the work for thee.
Though much of it may help,
if only you'd remember
how to make yourself climb.

Set not out for such gain,
for the covetous shall be rent in twain,
yet, if, in time, Spoils present themselves
as a result of genuine appreciation,
it is auspicious to take them, for
it is inhospitable to refuse such
humble offerings.

******, Steve!
You're supposed to prove me wrong!

Do as ye do because thou loveth it,
and compete foremost with thyself.

Should ye happen to best many others:
Great. Good for thee. Consider teaching.

If ye happen to be worse than others:
Keep yer chin up. Seek to learn from it.

Become neither hubristic nor discouraged!
Hark! I shall be waiting at the finish line!