This is a written word compilation; some of them are poetry, some others are observations. The others refuse to be categorized. Enter at your own risk!
I am a battered and bitterly enraged sour dish of sweet joy!
Tempt me to dare and do greater things and you will have thrown gas on the fire of my dreams.
The creative cultivation of your inner person must overcome the business of wicked ideas. Some ideas and concepts can hustle souls into a comical dirge of tireless intellectual filth; your thoughts can become things, and there are some things that should not become anything but forgotten.
Political playboys masquerade their precious motives to the crowd; And the crowd goes wild; while some turn and say tersely, “Poppycock and Nonsense.”
I overwhelmingly conclude sir, "You do stupid well."
The heart and mind can be like dueling elements; the desires and motives of the heart battle to be heard over the loud chaotic mess of fire and smoke rising from the churning friction the mind creates out of boredom.
People die ruthless deaths needlessly every day from mortal wounds inflicted by words. Volume never solved a problem in the history of words, but carefully thought out responses have stopped a great many wars and made a few babies in the process.
The poverty of the world lies not just among naked and broken lands that lay totally barren of food and water, but also in the wealthiest most highly developed metropolitan super cities. It is within the disaster-ridden inner landscapes of the ruined soul where the truly destitute lay helpless seeking deliverance from the moral and spiritual poverty of self-consumed behavior.
Do you think about, what you think about? Your mind is a muscle that needs to be used and developed constantly lifting the weights of new ideas, and heavier thoughts. Thinking well is a perishable skill.
Anxiety is a minutia of frustration.
Turn and face the problem and it will stop following you everywhere you go.
Sometimes, watching the ways other people choose to live life is like drinking soapy water. It leaves you kinda sick to your stomach and bewildered saying to yourself, "Why!?"
Do something positive today... Because tomorrow is promised to no one.
Chow! More to come soon...