'How not to'
preceeds
'How to'
preceeds
'How about both?'

Give me dark to balance my bright light!
I'll take my humor dark, my mocha dark,
My midnight starlight hike refreshing
Like a stroll in a fragrant park
For what is the flower without the root?
Festooned in the pitch black rich soil?
And what is the play
In the bright light of day
Without the ache of practice and toil?

Some just draw air in
While some just had their exhale.
Ruins are rebuilt afterwards on a larger scale.
Someone’s dreaming alongside the other one’s nightmare
Just as equations that keep the world structure
Coherent, chromatic, in order by nature;
The source of our presence, here
The core of life on earth

Life is now out of balance,
The order is now rendered differently.
Thriving of man to dominate
The mother-earth, and his blood brothers.
Treacherous man – pinning on God,
All the crimes against nature and his own kind
This is the dawn of a new era
For this world that is filled with dogma

Uncertainty is ruling the minds of men
State of distrust – Political polarity
Only TWO ways they have
By choosing a side, they have to turn their backs
On their own brothers, fighting for a made up act.
Scent of ambiguity is all around the globe
Truth and lie – two sides of a coin

Disunited, and force-fed with these lies
Some realize; some still live these lies.

“Through the history, the earth has never been a witness to such disastrous conditions. Even the dark ages, holy wars, and world wars were not as malignant as present times.”

Evil is the man, bringer of darkness
Scapegoat is Satan
Wicked, yet divine…

-Mahdi "Monstrosity" Dn.

We’re given love with the fear of heartbreak,

We’re given opportunity with the possibility of failure.

We’re given creativity and passion with the shadow of inadequacy,

We have summer with the promise of winter.

But that doesn’t mean we should stop altogether,

because the reality is our lives will be both tender and terrifying.

Balance is crucial to maintaining all good things.

Silence the wisher;
it would be true magic
if only I could
when World doesn't bring me
what I think it should
and time doesn't heal
the wounds beneath
the smile I wear
or the song I steal
when it just ain't perfect
and there's stuff to fix
and my wicked little Wisher
is in the mix
and my in the moment
can't stay the tide
of the emotion rising
from memories I hide

Silence the Wisher
and set me free
so the way I appear
is the way I BE.

One can not be happy if they choose to be unhappy,
And life is too **** short to stay unhappy!

If you aren't happy with where you stand,
Then do something with your ill fated happiness.

For no one can make your happiness come true,
Until you act upon your will to be happy!

The more you know, the less you do,
That's the paradox, you see.
Don't stray too far to either side,
But find a place between.

Object when objectionable,
This can be clearly seen.
But when subjecting the subjectable,
Stay somewhere near the mean.

These are the rules of life,
And the rules that all should live by.
Follow them with discipline,
And you'll find you never die.

green is my favourite colour
but I more often speak of gold
for it runs through my veins
a feeling that cannot be controlled

light overcomes any darkness
when I chance the trade of new
though sadness surely follows
for I lack revenue

children create vivid dreams
in which a certain wealth is foretold
we imagine greatness will arrive
if we trade effort for gold

we plan to surpass our fathers
while obstacles get in the way
because the possibilities are endless
until our screens fade to grey

you see green was my favourite colour
but I more often spoke of gold
for it ran in my veins
and was left uncontrolled