#objective
As darkness is just perceptive errors or failures,
Light reveals more.
Investigation yields more
Than merely just believing;
You can believe in everything,
Without believing in anything.
You can believe in everything,
Without believing in 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
You can believe in everything,
Without it meaning anything.
You can believe anything,
Even while it goes against all that is logical & virtuous.
Believing in everything without properly investigating
Is meaningless.
Believing in anything that after investigation contradicts
Logic & Virtue, facts & opinion - both the objective & subjective,
Is meaningless.
Don't read into things
Which really aren't there to begin with,
Because there is so much
Of which you all are ignorant.
So don't be arrogant;
Be a teacher,
Parent.
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
Despite the hardships we endure,
And of the misfortune visited upon us,
There is much opportunity for joy
If we are brave enough to discover it
And venture to uncover it.
Friendship like romanticism
Giving us momentum,
And belief like passion
Giving us objective.
But will you make the journey
Or settle where you have started?
Will you call home wherever you landed?
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 1:39 AM UTC
I don't dare to look in the driver's side mirror
Objective issues seen seem closer than they appear
The warnings always been there
In black print on the bottom from corner to corner
Trust me, I've spent most of my forever
Glued to the rearview mirror
I wouldn't say one over the other is safer
Both lead to the inability too steer
Leaving the inevitable outcome to each pretty clear
©2024
Jun 20, 2024
Jun 20, 2024 at 10:41 AM UTC
Please know that;
I
Don't want to live
But I
Don't want to die
So I
Become a captive
Deny
My modus operandi
The lie
Is naturally aggressive
Can I
Adapt on the fly
Can't I
Be illusive
'Till I
Can answer the why
So I
Will try objective
A good guy
Give it a collage try
Then I
Become reactive
This stye
Permanently in each eye
I try
But the mole hill's massive
And I
Still have no answers to why
I cry
That's all I have left to give
Still I
Knew better than to be believe in somethin' like an eye for an eye
But who am I?
©2024
May 5, 2024
May 5, 2024 at 2:05 AM UTC
i don’t even know
what to say.
all i know
is that i want to say it.
i’ve got words inside—
i swear i do—
but i haven’t felt
enough to stir them
in a while.
i suppose there isn’t any
poetry lying within the cracks
of daily life
when every day
is the same.
“𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢?”
“𝘖𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.”
Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 3:47 PM UTC
A wasted effort can be seen to be like a trial run
and the objective would be to learn and have fun.
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Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 7:58 AM UTC
Ha...ha
Seriously
I laugh at those
Whose only goal
Is to rise high
That high
Where
They are left
Alone
Let me laugh
Once again
Ha..ha..ha
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 5:51 AM UTC
So, You want to win?
I too wish
You to win
Your winning
Never makes me
A loser
I am
In a constant pace
In a different race
For a different cause
Towards a different future
Trusting the process
Of self renewal
All way along
Since then
So, You want to win?
I too wish
You to win
Embark on
Your journey
Thrive and flourish
All the best
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC
How strange a tide… apathetic to its core.
Novichok in the system — we’ve already hit the floor.
Not without warning for the interested few.
Sure, indigo on the spectrum, but black in our view.
Our prophets are wary, lamenting for the lot.
The glass thicker than ever: they’re forced to watch them rot.
Let’s not dilute it over biscuits and tea.
We’re addicted to passion; it drains both you and me.
Quit cold turkey; we’ll wither and die within the week.
We blew past the sabbath; so muddle on and be meek.
Telephone the skies, but the network is full:
We put off the harvest — our calls all but null.
“Don’t think just breathe and wait for the pull of the plug.”
There’s a way, truth, and life; but deafness is the most popular drug.
Our water is muddy; the dolls’ overjoyed.
Reject all the falsehoods; their eyes shimmer from the void.
I’m here to remind you there’s more than you think.
Dead end paths are common; they want you to sink.
Exist behind ego and you’ll miss the horizon.
Perspective’s a gift if you’re looking to wisen.
Races aren’t games for an aspiring professional.
Throw out your excuses you don’t need a confessional.
There’s anguish in the conviction; you’ll be forced to commit.
But sleep-walking is pervasive; few actually submit.
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC
Hopefully
Someday
Together
We will pray
For a common
Wellbeing
What is good for
Hopefully
It be
Soon
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 9:06 AM UTC
These thick waves of this river,
This fading sun, a little above it,
This unique universe,
These eyes which carry universes,
All these are works of art,
created for us,
so that we can see glimpses
of our home, in them,
in certain moments,
and reach it,
when worthy.
© Manan sheel.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
The reality of any situation is a balance of subjective and objective cognition
which generally depends very much on one’s experience and predisposition.
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
objectivity
its so clear
all lined up and logical
do this then that then that over there
of course, of course
just do it
simple as that
theoretically
its so easy
all planned out to the t
do this then that then that over here
of course, of course
just do it
of course, of course
have you done it?
of course not
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
Pain Of Place
We were happy or we weren’t.
Blended feelings formed the most;
College, restaurant, bookshop, church,
Street, park, architecture host
To chunks and bits of searching,
Forming eyes of yesterday.
Covered market, cups of tea,
Open market on a Wednesday,
Stalls of veggies, jewelry;
Child to school and child picked up,
The walking to, the walking back,
The elder tree we plucked, hands cupped,
While counted blocks betrayed a lack
Of some fulfillment. What the target?
Surely not the streets and market.
Not the people either, nor
The daily passing through home’s door.
Gone. But pictures still remain.
And with the pictures tints of pain.
Of place that’s not the face,
Not company.
The place acts independently,
Its energy “the spirit of…”
Its colors move.
Algos: pain.
Nostos: going home again.
Sweet nostalgia’s pull is ‘bull’.
Place may frame the pre-ordained;
Memory’s the game pre-pained.
Twists and lists: a dream.
Place and act, smell and sound:
Mind boundaries.
Mostly, we were happy or we weren’t.
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
To hate family is to hate self.
for whether to admit, or not
they are us,
and we are them,
inexorably tied,
Our traits,
hopes,
desires;
us,
Blood,
Love,
carry through.
this is no reason to be distraught
it instead simply is.
mother nature does not stop
do not fear this
to over-acknowledge is to assume
you posses more than the man that stands near
what lies beneath is a part of her charm
she is ambivalent and could care less
she means to do no harm.
Therefore, where the feel of inherent flaws plague the mind
let go,
sit,
turn off all distractions
and give yourself time,
to
Ponder
not when you fail,
to
Think,
not when you fall
but pass, and
Rise
above and beyond
not in the eyes of the onlooker
but in the eyes of the self...
not in unwrapped spite,
but in benevolent unison
Family:
they are me
i am them!
through eternity.
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
Do we need to debate an argument
of objective morality, to prove
God’s existence? Can’t we look…
upward towards the sky and beyond,
to clearly observe a magnificence
of His, spectacular handiwork?
Are we nothing more than animals,
stuck in a plague-filled universe
of endless, ruinous destruction?
Are certain levels of violence
deemed acceptable and necessary?
Are we seeking excuses… to shirk
away from the responsibilities
of being our brother’s keeper?
Can our human actions be judged
simply, as either good or bad,
to match our current disposition?
Can any of our behaviors work
favorably, to move us from a state
of chaos to one of divine peace?
Is Love and self-sacrifice genuine?
Or should we just live with a sad
realization, that we prefer to act
badly as only… inhumane jerks?
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
*you tell me that i write the most beautiful words you've ever read but thats where you're wrong. these words are not beautiful, they are not a work of art. these words are full of agony and heartbreak and pure, raw emotion. dont you dare tell me they are beautiful. i coughed them up from the depth of the pit of my despair, swirled them around my curse-filled mouth until they tasted of blood, and then spit them out onto paper, splattered and messy. these words are not beautiful.*
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
The most important things in life are often those we have to choose from at critical times. They very often represent and determine the course our life will take and to what extent we have in controlling or shaping it. With whatever choice we make, opportunities arise and by making the most of these we realise the relative benefits to be gained or otherwise. Through our committment and willingness to achieve a goal, irrespective of what obstacles there may be or we come across, we move forward and progress is made in our endeavour. If the goal is something we have set our mind and heart on whatever setbacks or obstacles are encountered should then be taken to be the hurdles to overcome.
By repeated experience we learn the necessary disciplines with which to train or involve our mind and body to reach our goal. When we recognise and forego or sacrifice certain habits that are not conducive to our overall progress we release more energy by which to accomplish our end. By sustained right effort we put in motion the train of events that will bring about the right results, but we should not be too attached to the fruits thereof. Too much attachment is a cause of blindness, disappointment and suffering. However with the right mental attitudes including positive thinking and actions we should learn from and leave behind past failures by always striving onwards to our desired objective or set goal.
The best way to achieve this end is to include in some way the benefit and good of all those concerned whether they be friend or otherwise which will not be easy but will exhibit a spirit of high ethical standards and character and contribute to endearing oneself to others.
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Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 4:28 PM UTC
Hail to the king
as he crept from the ivy
Rolled to the door
He lives under the floor
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
we live in the morning between smoking rooms
hanging underneath blankets
soaked in glue
we always climb that ladder
towards a higher value
or maybe a better purpose
sometimes we will laugh along
and break down in the same week
flashing everyone cracks hiding
in private places
we've told you before
i'll say it again
the
sun
will
not
guide
you.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC