I'd wish that 1984 and Brave New World were fiction.

Life is a holiday for the Unliving.

Perhaps it is
as some have said:

Life is the pre-party for the Afterlife
(assuming such a thing even exists)

Though,
I suppose,
we oughtta live this life well, and now,
just in case
this really is
the only one.

If
ye find thy Shadow,
constantly embrace
the dark creativity,
not just once a year
when it's "okay."

Be not ashamed of thy Darkness.

Shame, fear, and guilt beget repression,
repression then begets pressurization,
and pressurization is akin
to explosion.

So.

Learn to appreciate it.
Learn to control it.
Learn to use it.

The Darkness is not bad,
t'is just like everything else:
t'is but what is made of it.

The Darkness is powerful
but only because we feed it
and don't allow it to breathe.

Live it. Express it.
It appreciates the respect.

In the
uphill
struggle
of a soul...

..if
I have ever done ill,
it is only because
I have been ill.

Little peeves me more
than seeing someone
who reminds me of me
doing something
unlike I would.

Then again,
little inspires me more
than things unlike me.

It is all
up to
our
discretion.

That is,
simultaneously,
our greatest gift
as well as
our greatest curse.

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.

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.

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.

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

Go figure
that I can be
such a romantic.

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?

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