#phylosophy
There are dense days,
when a second
weighs like a stone in your pocket.
And there are liquid days,
that slip away without memory.
Time is not linear.
It settles.
It remains
in the things we have touched,
in what we have lost,
in what we almost were.
And, slowly,
without asking permission,
it becomes
us.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:17 AM UTC
Life is a casino, you’re a gambler there;
You put many efforts, efforts of despair;
Poker chips are pieces of your lonely heart,
And while spending you have to be smart…
Many people think one chip is for one person;
The vile roulette of love they carelessly spin,
But, every time loosing, their lives only worsen;
Because the only way here is to risk and go “all in”!
Yes, it can break your heart into many-many pieces,
But if you win you will be left forever with endless hugs & kisses!
Other people choose in vicious circle to be stuck,
And then for all their failures to blame mighty luck.
All poker chips I once gave to my chosen one,
And this way in the roulette of love I happily won…
A pair of kings or a pair of queens are poker combinations very strong!
Once again read this poem along: it’s not about gambling or slot machines…
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC
"To know to think,
not think to know."
Formed at spin
into a vase holding
the flower of
spring that says:
"Instead knowing
to dont know,
not knowing to
know" like fields
after winter do
..just remember.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 12:06 PM UTC
The irresistible force paradox.
When an unstoppable force
meets an immovable object,
they co-co-opt a new loving universe.
extraordinary claims
extraordinary evidence
elusive question
evident answer
COCO
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 8:57 AM UTC
Supressed feelings, this is unimaginable pressure.
Roaming around with happiness, with the greatest treause,
Though I'm showing it slightly,
that never lets me get as loose.
Hiding it and hiding it, unintentionally and uncontrollably,
Creates the biggest void, and maybe leaves you wih some ruins of what you used to be.
It's hard living in a world where I'm not like I want to be...
I need some screws, a little help, to put myself back together,
And I have to be careful, to not make myself sadder.
I know, I know, somewhere under These layers I won't see a void,
But I'm going to be complete as I used To be.
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
Imagine your life as a train –
Endless road and no more unbearable pain.
Now you are passenger, put troubles behind,
That actually twist your brilliant mind.
Landscape by landscape, sunset by sunset,
“Freedom is here!” you cheerfully said.
Others might think you must be insane
“How dare he exist unlike a last soul in the rain?”
Stay focused and do not be absorbed
By spoiled people whose troubles were not even solved.
Take reality easy, follow these words,
Now they are would be my final chords.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
he was lost but never knew. life existed with no clue of what to do just the same routine run around and find new things. all he knew was he liked to eat, but never knew what eating was just a good feeling of fullness when taking another life but no worry what is life besides him. he ran across the forest floor and only he could enjoy the soothing patter of his feet across the leafs. he never knew about the world no matter how much he explored he just saw it as reality. never knew who he was to others or what he was. i am me but only known as a feeling for words where not a learn-able traite. unaware of knowledge but does he mean to be unaware. what if knowledge is pain? what do we gain besides a pointlessness when we have knowledge i wish i could follow in his footsteps but i cant imagine it. id like to hear the patter of leaves under my feet and live in thoughtless serenity.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC
What marvellous creatures those biped ants,
Inhabiting the terrestrial little dust sphere, third from its star.
A naturally social animal “living in a complex social colony,
with one or more breeding queens.”
What organised creatures those biped ants,
Arranging themselves in a hierarchical manner, to follow
Rules and be protected by their chief, whose interest is
The survival, wellbeing and self-enhancement of all.
What ingenious creatures those biped ants,
Drawing, inventing and building that which their mind can imagine,
Creating words out of nothing to tell each other stories,
Hand their wisdom over and down to their heir.
What intelligent creatures those biped ants,
Engaging and toying with thoughts and questions
To find answers to sentiments they spontaneously recognise,
Driven by curiosity to understand their potential and universe.
What extraordinary creatures those biped ants,
Capable of love and caring, so unusual and rare on other planets,
Believing in strength and justice, freedom and equality,
Marching for their rights and for them be willing to give up their lives.
What fragile creatures those biped ants,
So vulnerable to greed, arrogance, fear and complex,
Self-commiseration and self-loathing, punishing themselves
With self-destruction.
What paradoxical creatures those biped ants,
Dividing in colours, red or blue, black or white,
Unwilling to acknowledge that any idea is a good idea
If in the best interest of humanity as a whole and its home,
Regardless of who gives birth to it and casts the seed,
For it to grow.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 5:44 AM UTC
*Sweet pliability of a woman’s spirit
That can surrender itself to its own illusions
Somehow to cheat sorrow of their weariest moments.
Had I not trod upon such enchanted ground
I would have not known the smooth velvet path
Fancied by those rose-budded petals of delight.
When the evils of the world wear sores upon me
And there seems to be no retreat from them –
I take upon me 'your' course and leave this world
Of fit and anger and find that it is only with 'you'
That I have a clearer view of the Elysian Fields
Upon which your womanly heart depends.
I see those evils wave their ugly heads in defeat
Even unto their own thoughts as you cast out the shadows.
I lose myself in you all those ill wills finding
That it is only your affections worth living for.
Surely this is not walking in a vain shadow
Nor do I do injustice to you by walking with you.
A man walks in any direction because he claims to
Walk with the issue of his commotions – for no good reason.
But in woman, at times, she walks in the direction of her
Heart as she conquers any single bad sensation of
That heart as decisively as that of reason - often sorely
Defeated before there is a fight to be fought.
They say that a woman thinks more with the left side
Of her brain while a man thinks mostly with the right.
The journey between right and left is but a few centimeters.
That distance between those quadrants can at times seem
Light years apart as if the universe is turned topsy-turvy.
Neither is more intelligent than the other, or so they say but
Science also says
Men tend to do better with tasks requiring more localized processing
Such as mathematics which is attributed to the white matter of the brain.
Women are better at integrating and assimilating information from the
Distributed gray-matter regions of the brain, which aids
In language and communication skills.
This is a generalization and is not true of all men and women.
So how is a man to ever understand a woman or a
Woman ever to be able to understand a man?
I can only attest to my own case.
If a man subscribes himself upon such an injury
That he incapacitates that masculine routing of reason
Then his mind is forced to regenerate itself creating different
Avenues of his ability to be human.
If by accident or injury he somehow disables some of the
White matter of his brain then over time the gray matter
Takes over what the white matter no longer can perform.
In essence there isn’t a left and a right anymore.
When that happens a man is open to communication
In an entirely new and different way.
What once was a bullheaded ***** thinking mainly with
Parts of himself that were more important to him than anyone else,
Now he is forced to see both sides of every issue.
Words are not the same, music isn’t the same and
Neither is anything else, not even a single breath.
So whenever you read something from one of these mutant men –
Remember what has happened to get this one to that place.
And remember always, hope shortens all journeys
By sweetening them, so sing my little stanzas
As I sing them – as with the devotion of a hymn.
If you do this every morning you will arise
And eat your breakfast with more comfort for it.
Make no mistake of it – I am a man in every way
That a man can be a man.
It’s just according to science that
I think more like a woman.
For better or worse and
Whether anyone likes it or not.
Personally I think I'm somewhere in between.*
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
On mornings hence I'll forget
to forgive this callous blow
That left me broken on the field
where angels hearts don't go
____________________________
As to the scar left there upon
I'll hide it best I can
For fear they might see my pain
and think me not a man
__________________________
When in future I'll be asked
to say this was my fault
Why open this tender heart within
to the unending pain of assault
___________________________
As future bears witness of
my life and deeds inscribe
Descendants will think me as kind
for the life I try to describe
__________________________
In life I took much less than gave
I walked the good heart line
Carried the hopes of the small
held theirs as they held mine
_________________________
But to God, I say through it all
I was true to his design
Gave my heart in earnest love
for a life, sweet, gentle and divine
Tate
Original poem with music and self portrait
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/446689/
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
Near the road a cemetery bloomed
in the ancient noon day light
An old man stood to his task
of tending graves each night
He had spent his youth working
too afraid to spend emotion
Took all he could from everyone
but gave no love to the devotion
Romance was not his forte
he practiced disdain for mankind
Hardly giving love to another
closed away his heart and mind
Thinking life to be a race
he had pushed his way along
Took from the world no pleasure
he whistled but heard no song
Now retired and long lived
he thought himself to be paid
To have outlived all the others
was reward for plans he'd made
As he looked to stones he tended
for all those he'd known in life
An old dream ached in his chest
for words written to his wife
She had once been his true love
the only one he had known
Lost to another in his youth
he was aged, but never grown
Now his tears water her grave
stones of family, oh so few
The dreams of lost love fading
wonders of life he never knew
Called to rest some time ago
he lies cold among his peers
A shadow on winter's night
walks the graveyard of his tears
Tate
Original poem with accompanying music and pictures
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/447411/
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
We come into life as innocents
no prejudice upon our soul
Washed clean by a new beginning
not a single debt, nor a toll
We have two choices most of us
codes of fathers we just swallow
Or blaze a path in loneliness
others wonder but don't follow
It is that rare one we may find
who chooses to go his own way
These are the ones we all admire
not for them but us we should pray
Fearless souls unafraid to di
they the ones bucking convention
Who teach us all our life's follies
by adding a new dimension
As life progresses onward
to it's predestined conclusion
We learn then teach the least of us
to see truth not the delusion
Don't fear the ones with their own ways
for they may know what we do not
He who turns toward forgiveness
has discovered what most forgot
Tate
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
What have I learned in my trials so far
I think all I need know for now
Been broken,tattered and forlorn
then beaten and made to bow
______________________________
I have gained a glimpse of life
few men have ever known
To see the futile-ness of man
only humility in grace be shown
_______________________________
As I walked the long winding road
that led away from there to here
I find I am no different than most
that have held their own soul so dear
_____________________________
With time our life so gives
then along side it must take
Carving character as it goes
a better man of us will it make
____________________________
As I no longer ask the question
God traded me wisdom for truth
Teaching me the meaning of life
in exchange he took my youth
Tate
Original version with art work and music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/533249/
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:22 AM UTC
So where does the love of God go
when the days turn minutes to hours
Just whose house has God been visiting
when followers hurl rocks not flowers
What do we teach our children so well
precious lessons of Christ, we all follow
Condemning the young that chose abortion
so God's teachings will ring out but hollow
Where are the mighty gifts of forgiveness
shoulders to cry on, for families that fail
Instead they cast stones of the malcontent
on the lord's children that they assail
Perhaps it would serve us all better
if we could call a ***** a *****
Then point the finger of hypocrisy
at the army of heretics they've made
Take a walk to the washing basin
look to the mirrored reflection of pain
Soap will never wash away the ignorance
or the ugly hatred and stench that remain
Shame be on us for these things
as we shall reap what we do sow
You can't teach love and tolerance
with every gun and with every blow
Tate
Original version with music and photos
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/537288/
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
We are architects of our fate
working within constraints of time
Some mens lives do seem so blessed
while others seem riddled with crime
For each of us stack stones of life
from our yesterdays we borrow
The blocks from which we build our days
are foundations for tomorrow
Build your dreams with greatest care
don't think on life's great sorrowed past
Create a world so wondrous
that through ice and fire it will last
Your child’s future held in your hands
go from failures cold darkened din
Show your son where you are going
not the tale of where you have been
Tate
Original poem with music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/538310/
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
I hear the rhythm of the rain
wind- whipped drops falling 'round
Tapping on the kitchen window pane
I love the music in that lonesome sound
Walking through to morning's shower
daisies covered by mist in the dew
Calm and warm tame with power
life springs forth all fresh anew
Watching the world's sins melt away
anointing life with a chance to be
Feeling the sun light up the day
washing the blues away from me
So like the man built solely from tin
with a chest full of broken dreams
Rain falls softly on my skin
nothing quite the way it seems
As I watch the drops of rain
falling on the glass by and by
They run down from the window pane
there before the grace of you go I
Tate
Original version with music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/555096/
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
The water's edge rose to meet me
while either side the river lie
Across the bridge and path I ran
past tall fields of both wheat and rye
To the meadow where my home sat
there childhood dreams were born and died
I followed the path that life led
my guarding angel at my side
Here were crafted my hopes and dreams
from hence I’d come to test my skill
To find the place where I belong
perhaps upon some distant hill
Coming home from where I had been
retracing steps from here to there
Has brought my life full circle now
teaching me the lessons I share
I had set out to find my purpose
only my own life did I see
But finding love in coming home
my treasured soul had found all three
Tate
Original musical version
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/557123/
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
With pride deposed and passions slain
we hope, aspire and then on trust
Beneath vaulted skies we attain
to master life before we're dust
Then take the gifts that we have earned
and turn out surcease from despair
To reap the pearls others have learned
echos childhood calls to be fair
I crossed over a young boys path
who had stooped and bent for hours
There he escaped to love from wrath
while he tended to his flowers
In him I saw myself one day
a cold spirit needing tending
And in his face I saw the way
to happiness he was rending
Simple things from a little boy
do the same for old and new
Bringing to all wonders and joy
a smile he shared with me and you
A little thing from a kind child
who then shared with me his treasures
Taught me the virtues of the mild
exposing life's greatest pleasures
Tate
Original version with music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/604858/
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
What if loves I once ceased to know
were just my own mistakes to blame
How can I then tender a hope
when all my excuses go lame
Then all the stars would fall to earth
as the lights went out in the sky
Leaving me dark and by myself
to then ask of my god but why
The breeze picks up what's left of life
as it cleans the lost slate away
The four winds then come whisk and blow
memories of a finer day
At times I am my own worst pain
not the way I wish it should be
Failing to recognize problems
not in others but within me
Tate
Original version
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/631791/
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
When I was young through beauties gaze
winds blew by me as if to sing
Their songs of love to me were praise
that lifted me upon their wing
Rich did the spoils of time unroll
an empire's trophies I would raise
And write my name across life's scroll
to earn the laurels of friend's praise
Can anyone know what will come
when the wind blows us cold and gale
Or what direction it be from
when finally we set our sail
But now those days are tempered dear
time's winds no longer sing for me
For now the quiet hush I hear
makes life's truth so easy to see
Tate
Original musical version
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/618398/
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
It takes of a man some courage
to admit when he has lost
Then swallow back his hard won pride
which had come at such high cost
All men know of their own weakness
for the temptations of life
They fight themselves to no avail
unhappy without life's strife
For a man is here to suffer
to stand up fast to the gale
To struggle against all life's odds
to either win, lose or fail
Men who feel this innate desire
tempt the will of unkind fates
To write their names upon lifes wall
as one of the worlds true greats
Only when a man has fallen
does he reach his true, found, worth
He knows of nothing until then
for the reason of his birth
A man can always take comfort
in the things he must abide
To gaze in the mirror broken
taking heart from that he tried
Tate
Original poem and music with pictures
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/629199/
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
If our faith can move a mountain
then it should save a soul
To have untapped faith in oneself
is life's great gift and goal
Within all children lay a dream
to be more than their parts
To open gifts within themselves
warming their tiny hearts
Ask a small child this question
"what do you want to be"
Always it's seems there's something grand
through their minds eye they see
So where do all the lost come from
who find their dreams have died
Who see their hopes all washed away
as if cast on the tide
No one can say with assurance
what happened to those souls
How all their dreams in life were lost
or for whom the bell tolls
If asked of me I would just say
truth is hard to admit
The mind is not a vessel filled
but a fire to be lit
Tate
Original poem with pictures of my granddaughter
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/634176/
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
If size were what life was about
then we would not matter a bit
Not to the thoughts that man can dream
nor all the sins he could commit
Our mind is what gives us value
sensitive beyond its design
Compassion and love will endure
in our children both yours and mine
This little blue planet of life
the only home that we know of
Holds us in it's loving embrace
as here was born every love
No matter what life can collect
nor how long life grants you in time
Why would it matter to the earth
or to heights of mountains you climb
Humanity won't remember
the man who commanded his friends
Only he who gives hope and love
so that life on earth never ends
Tate
Original larger than life version with music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/647092/
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
We come to terms with our mistakes
to strive, to try, then fail, to win
Seeing what bitter food it makes
tasting the tempting fruits of sin
Looking back along the past
succeeding through our strain
Makes us value life at last
with its unending strife and pain
Who once failed, find triumph sweet
where once stumbled, cry beware
To the other unaccustomed feet
victory comes to those who dare
Are we but images made of God
his work in labored progress
Made from the dust and the sod
our one sheer moment of happiness
What strife encumbers, the soul awakes
learning the errors, of our troubled route
Through sorrows, of our sad mistakes
come truths, we could not live without
Tate
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC