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I often find that the people I know are polarized,
they range from,
positive to negative,
you have your optimists,
your idealists,
your cynics,
your nihilists,
and oddly enough,
everyone else.

Optimists believe in Hamilton's Principle,
but they tailor it to our own fabric,
they believe that for some unknown reason,
the current situation is the optimal one,
everything will be alright,
que sera sera,
carpe diem.

Idealists believe in truth,
they understand what is ideal,
and what is not,
they attempt to apply such principles to the observed world,
and more often than not,
they fail,
but that's alright,
they tried their best.

Cynics view the world as it is,
they observe and make rational judgement,
realism at its finest,
a time tested trait,
pragmatism has served them well.

Nihilists believe that life is without intrinsic meaning,
there is nothing that cannot be observed,
a craft of existentialist theory,
they assert that morality is a figment of mankind's imagination,
and for all we know,
they could be right.

And finally we have the remainder,
those of us we have no idea what we believe,
no path traced in the sand,
no trail blazed in the years prior,
and sometimes I think that perhaps this group is right,
there are limits to human understanding,
and so I ask,
how can we know,
oh,
how can we know?
A.P. Beckstead (2014)
I get these awful nightmares
He stays up to console me
He doesn't think I'm childish
It hurts him so he holds me
Caressing turns to love making
Like sedation in the sheets
The comfort of my soul mate
Always puts me back to sleep
 Jan 2014 Jeremy Todd
Sunny Devo
i know
i know you
i know you so well
better than yourself

i'm a shadow
i'm a fly
i'm a four-leaf clover pressed between the pages of your diary

better than yourself

i watch with prying eyes
hacking into your life
i'm just a troll
a ******
i must know
i need to know


better than yourself
i know
i know you
i know you so well
better than yourself
 Jan 2014 Jeremy Todd
Ally Thea
at the end of the day aren't we all
just a bunch of confused kids /
trying to please everyone until we
don't even know
who we are and we let
them tell us /
that we are special /
that we were meant to shine
like the stars but
don't some stars glimmer /
brighter than
others
I torture sounds from the ivory, begging
pleading for truth in sound,
it is the only truth I have ever known,
My fingers have become fatigued
willow branches in a storm
of thought
and sound
The piano will always know something
I don't
She walks softly thru Fields
She walks slowly toward
The hills


And the Pain that she feels
The pain that she must know

//~||~\

Rain of Pure Oblivion
Rain of Promises to come

Of the vows we made
& that she shall keep

••

(hey Lover Boy
You can come, too)

••

Ever the one right here
We are
Ever the one who gotta show
Our true self
In order to
Bring the child
Unto loving arms

••

The rain
//~||~\
Falls
//~||~\
Down
-------

It is ALL REAL
MY FRIEND
(you know)

••

She

Mother of all images
That describe the world

She

Sister of the Brotherhood of Warriors

She

Lover of all Lovers
Who wander the night

Is moving thru Fields
Rising upon hills

Soft & slow

Wouldn't it be fine

If we came too?
We’re in the stars in the sky,
in the alps way up high.
We’re in the streets of love,
in all of paris.
We’re in the city of angels,
and in a land where dreams are made of.
We’re in the colors of a rainbow,
shining brighter than ever.
We’re in the tears of a child,
wishing he’d only smile.
We’re in the roar of a tiger,
cause we’re a fighter.
We’re in the battlefield fought between countless countries,
in the enemies greed for more blood,
in the hearts of the families lost ones.  
Me and you,
Us,
We’re everywhere.
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