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Tranquility, A abashed day dream, Calamity, A reality of hearts pains. What is it to feel one's way through an abyss of unknowns, where the human and natural world collide in juxtaposition? Is it that the mind can discern the hearts knowings? Or is it the failings of the heart to render the natural rivers flow? Shall we, as mere children, all grown and flawed in our big kid boots, cause one another to wrongfully believe we have grasped the essence of truth through adversity? Through pain full and enveloping of the mind and the soul? Shall we find the rule maker of this maze and thus find the exit to this contrived reality? How is it that the simplest instructions become the foundation of or collective despise and demise? Or was it that we as children found simplicity far too boring and dry in its humor for us to adhere too? And if not, then pray chance did we fail to heed the warnings of self and our wishes laid waste and unanswered upon silly little broken play grounds of our imaginations? So many questions, so many answers found lacking, for our tempered and trusted depressions of self abuse and lazy eyed visions to the core of a shared doom, a doom we all tread lightly in our heavy footed dance to say, we are sorry, as we render excuses and blame to others for our lack of adherence to what can only be understood as what is and what we all have created. For we, are much ado about everything in its nothingness of day dreams, yet we cast such emotions out as the act of a motion to grant forward cleverness in a dull bladed running to find absolution's in one anothers arms, all the while we turn a blind eye and a reddened cheek to ourselves and the you in me and the me in you. SO in such failings of victory we say to our selves and the collective of our hearts content, "it weren't mine" as the **** thing went blind.   Yet in all of this, we children seem to glimpse the hope so dangerous and sweet as to dare to care and realize, we are far from the edge of an oblivion so cruel and lacking, and we can truly grace a simple truth to one another, and that simplicity is called understanding. For without it we are left on that broken play ground screaming "red rover, red rover....." and then where would the blind children of ol' Betty be then my dear friends? gone far more than just wild.
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Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
**** thing gone wild.
Tranquility, A abashed day dream, Calamity, A reality of hearts pains. What is it to feel one's way through an abyss of unknowns, where the human and natural world collide in juxtaposition? Is it that the mind can discern the hearts knowings? Or is it the failings of the heart to render the natural rivers flow? Shall we, as mere children, all grown and flawed in our big kid boots, cause one another to wrongfully believe we have grasped the essence of truth through adversity? Through pain full and enveloping of the mind and the soul? Shall we find the rule maker of this maze and thus find the exit to this contrived reality? How is it that the simplest instructions become the foundation of or collective despise and demise? Or was it that we as children found simplicity far too boring and dry in its humor for us to adhere too? And if not, then pray chance did we fail to heed the warnings of self and our wishes laid waste and unanswered upon silly little broken play grounds of our imaginations? So many questions, so many answers found lacking, for our tempered and trusted depressions of self abuse and lazy eyed visions to the core of a shared doom, a doom we all tread lightly in our heavy footed dance to say, we are sorry, as we render excuses and blame to others for our lack of adherence to what can only be understood as what is and what we all have created. For we, are much ado about everything in its nothingness of day dreams, yet we cast such emotions out as the act of a motion to grant forward cleverness in a dull bladed running to find absolution's in one anothers arms, all the while we turn a blind eye and a reddened cheek to ourselves and the you in me and the me in you. SO in such failings of victory we say to our selves and the collective of our hearts content, "it weren't mine" as the **** thing went blind.   Yet in all of this, we children seem to glimpse the hope so dangerous and sweet as to dare to care and realize, we are far from the edge of an oblivion so cruel and lacking, and we can truly grace a simple truth to one another, and that simplicity is called understanding. For without it we are left on that broken play ground screaming "red rover, red rover....." and then where would the blind children of ol' Betty be then my dear friends? gone far more than just wild.
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Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
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