I shall concern myself
with neither
the past nor the future
right now:

The past culminates in the present,
and the present is the gateway to the future:

I'm going to learn and anticipate,
but, most of all,
I'm going to live
right now.

I had intended to write something profound,
but you know how that goes.

You had a *** dream about us,
I dreamt I feel off a ladder.

I had a *** dream about us,
you dreamt of a world aflame.

You know,
what we share
is just as intimidating
as what we do not.

Seeking meaning,
it abounds.

Assuming none,
none is found.

If gossip be as a hobby,
maybe that noxious scrutiny
oughtta be turned inwards:
the toxicity of talking ****
(however insidious and infectious)
shall taint your humility and soil your words:

Tread carefully;
such paths be steep:
what One opts to sew
One inexorably reaps.

Make thyself important,
though not by mere words;
for they who claim importance
are fatally mistaken all too often.

Make thyself important
and none shall turn from thee for long,
for thy merit and consummation
shall be thy calling card:

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Be good at what you do.
Do what you love.
Love what nurtures thy soul.
Inspire others to do the same.

These are but four of the tenets by which I try to live.

If they are shown to be obsolete,
they shall be revised,
but, until such a time,
they seem to be wise.

Once it becomes
no longer necessary
to consciously think about it,
then
can One truly begin
to ponder it.

If you wish for someone
to like you for who you are,
try liking them for who they are.

Before all else, however,
you must accept yourself.

Truest of Love
gets willingly
on it's knees.

Put more thought into things than you must.

Do it for yourself.

Few will care,
let alone notice,
but who does
shall appreciate it.

It is as it is, thus;
One should lift an Eye
from what merely is
to what could be.

All worldly knowledge
is utterly useless
until One learns
how to apply it.

Wisdom
is not a concept;
it is a way of life:
philosophy.

Zwar war es niemand ganz wie sie:

Ihre Augen waren hypnotisch,
und ihre Haare waren als einer schwarze Wasserfall,
der etwas für ein Feuer in mir abgekühlt hat,
während ein anderes Feuer entzündete.

An ihr zu denken
ist die Seele anzuzünden,
doch hätte ich es wahrlich
kein anderen Weg.

Sie leuchtet die Träume an,
die immer um ihr kreisen.
Das würd' ich nicht ändern
wenn auch ich könnte.

Ihr Haut kann so nah sein,
doch auch so sehr weit.
Egal wie erreichbar es ist,
lechze ich noch danach.

Hey, my band has released a music video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5ysg4HXDo0

Like it, share it,
do what you want.

Support is wholly appreciated.

PS: I'm the one with the bare feet, broken glasses, crazy pants, various hats, and black guitar with the pink strap; stage leftest. <3

One, who makes One's problems
reflections of the External,
opts that One's Reality
shall manifest as One's Hell.

One, who realizes One's problems
root most often in One's Self,
opts that One's Reality
shall manifest as One's Nirvana.

It is in the best interest
of the systems that be
that people don't think.

Our city lights,
however small in comparison,
nullify the countless Stars
of the wondrous night Sky.

Perhaps
this is analogous to how
things that seem to be
so very close,
so very small,
so very benign,
so very familiar,
so very attainable;
things of our conscious creation;
can preclude even the very awareness
of far greater,
far more beautiful,
far more powerful things;
both external and internal;
both transient and eternal;
and why we must
take great care
and
act with great tact
and
act with immense respect
if
we, as mortals:
curators of reality;
are to be trusted
with such effervescent potency.

Do it not for application;
do it for the fun of it
and application shall follow.

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.

Any thing
that keeps One
from practicing
at least an hour a day
is a hindrance
to One's Art.

If it is a person,
they disrespect One's
divine creative spark.

If it is internal to the mind,
it is self-discipline and patience
that are lacking.

If it is external to the mind,
it is perseverance and determination
that are lacking.

Art is struggle;
both against One's Self and One's environment,
physically, socially and emotionally.

Art is a path, a veritable way of life,
lost on the weak of heart
lost on the uninspired
lost on the masses.

Be the Mood
you'd like those around you to feel.

I often find
I function best
when I'm alone.

Go figure
that I can be
such a romantic.

Putting others down,
is a defense mechanism
for the inferior psyche
of the lesser person:

If One can put others down
so as to appear higher than them,
One mustn't exert any effort
to elevate One's Self.

Without the danger,
where's the excitement?

Without the consequence,
where's the temptation?

Without the pressure,
where is the drive?

As you create rules,
you create deviants.

As we have well known
for ages ages upon ages:
the forbidden fruit is the sweetest;
yet, we continue to condemn.

Without the Mystery
Without the struggle,
what's the point?

If it made sense,
Life would be useless.

You can do as you please,
but, please not around me.

I love you for who I know you are,
but I hate that you don't change for me.

If something seems too difficult to achieve,
it is probably worth doing.

What is it
about what you fear or hate
that is so dissonant
with what it is
who you are?

I see no problem
in the use of certain Tools
to attain certain ends;
but to rely upon a tool
is to handicap One's potential.

Tread carefully:
use Tools as you see fit,
but be used not by them.

One,
who ne'er One's own Mind exercises,
shall nary a Mind woo
when One feebly flexes
One's own Mind.

One,
who never allows One's Self contrast,
shall ne'er appreciate
what faculties One already possesses.

Sacrifice lends itself to Appreciation.
//
Sound is my Pantheon,
Music is my Prayer,
Noise is my Art;
and Silence,
my canvas.

Thought and Prayer
be but the same,
to me.

Thought is to Prayer is to Speaking,
as Meditation is to Listening;

Music is my Prayer.
What is yours?

We are all capable of so much more than we think.
Most people never scratch the surface of what they're capable of.

Expertise is relative.
Expertise doesn't come from a piece of paper.

Life is richest when we become good at a lot of different things.
“Know-it-all,” “Jill of all trades,” and “renaissance man” are compliments.

Life is an experiment.

You don't have to wait for permission,
and you don't need anyone else to grant you status.

It's not about being the world's greatest expert.
It's about being expert enough to accomplish your goals.

The more you use creativity, the more you get.

Brilliance lies within each of us.
Follow your passion.

Go now. Live. Play. Explore.
*Learn* more. Do more. Be more.

If everyone were to agree,
the drive for progress would be gone.

It is not the tool,
but the use
that indicates
the quality of the user.

It be not
the words
but, rather,
the concepts
that are relevant.

A culture
undervaluing of Philosophers
undervalues Progress, as well.

Do it not for recognition,
but, rather, for the Love of it.

If there's no room in your Mysticism
for Others' Mysticism,
then, I venture to say,
there's no room for your Mysticism.

Let me enjoy what I enjoy,
and I'll do the same for you:

If we could all agree to disagree
I think we'd all be much more agreeable.

Do what you love
and leave the rest
to people who love it

"If you've got a better idea, go and do it yourself."

Your pen and paper seem to be of an older version,
care to update to a newer, unstable, invasive version?

404 Error!
That is to say:
oh, we're sorry,
that page cannot be found
due to technical difficulties.

Now, if only I knew how to use a pen..

One, incapable or unwilling
to think critically or creatively,
is forever the slave
to the Political, Religious and mundane.

Be as "easy come, easy go"
as you can manage,
while still being able
to be grateful along the way.

Noise is not always Music
and Language isn't always Poetry,
but, when it means some thing to you,
Noise becomes Music
and Language becomes Poetry.