Philosopher's Pen

Photo couttacy of Gabriele Stravinskaite If you want to change many lives  Yours has to be the first Life is a serious endeavor Even so no one should take themselves too seriously Deep inside everyone is looking for love To love and be loved is the sole purpose of life Love should not be for fun But that does not mean it should not be fun Is heaven a place or a state of the human spirit? Is it being in harmony in thought, princple, belief and action? Money can never make you happy but lack of it will surely make you sad Money cannot buy love but it can sure make love worth while Mamon without love is sure to be more burdensome than lack of it For in poverty you will endeavour to make money But with wealth you will need whom to share it with A balanced life is worth every sacrifice Life cannot be defined more than saying it is a state of being alive Being alive is a satire and meaningless unless you give it a meaning Time has a large mouth it will tell on you and everyone It

Tracy told me about it but I could not believe She told me of the late-night screams And of the police that hardly ever showed up If they ever showed up it was too late to act She said that the wails kept her wake all night That the children would not quiet too   She felt stranded and lost in the mist This cold world that had lost its vision Last night she called me with a trembling voice She was afraid that she would never hear the wails again That the cry for help had been silenced Tracy said that there was a shrill and a loud quiet The cries ended too soon But the quiet could not let her sleep She was right, I woke up with my hands blood-stained I wish I had said or done something I should have spoken against domestic violence I should have just said it I should have done something Blood was on my hands just as the late police Nothing would wash this one away But I promised my soul not to wait for another stain

I have this strong feeling An urge to be right Not making mistakes with my life I want to live forever For ever young But time passes like wind Behaving young looses meaning A forever youth is a biological impossibility What is youth? Is it a mind set or an age What is life if death has the last smile over the flesh? Life is a question Life must have a purpose But what is that purpose? Search for a purpose is an imagination An ideal lost like a shadow getting into a light But life tastes better in this loss Is purpose self created or God given? It is an ideal set do high above sight A philosophy impossible to share Life is faith Hope in more than a fleeting flesh My life must count In this life and beyond my living years Certainly time is forever but life on Earth is a deep wish it were Since it not, it matters that we are together Thanks to Sana we are not alone Wondering in the wild like we never lived Our stories will be told for someone after us The songs we wrote will be sung Peop