THE VALUE OF NOTHING

The purpose of human life is to triumph

Triumph over his own nature to achieve his superior self

He must turn into nothing to be everything

To be able to look at his face in the silver lake

The war is not with the world or its people

But with ones own shadow

From which dark magic finds its hold

The lie that everything is more important than nothing

Moving towards light that brings forth life

He will see that nothing is more valuable than everything

Only then will any man stand above all limits

Commanding everything from nothing

Only then will all knowledge he needs in life be put in his hnds

Only then will he see

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OVERSTAYED VISIT

You don't need me So I thank you for the good you have done I say it in silence That way you will not sense the silent good bye It hurts me that our business in your face is done But I will remember we were brothers I will pray for you For my prayer is that you fly high and steady in the strong winds I will not forget that you helped me And the much I am or will be will acknowledge you But tonight I will pack what I can And leave your house brother Not groaning For all of us are guests in each others lives In my case I must have overstayed my visit I hope love never grows old I will find peace when it thrives again But now It is obviously used. YOU CAN READ MORE

THE PARADOX

The fact that the reason to hold on is bigger than the reason to give up Does not trivialize your pain The fact that you neither shed a tear nor made a sound Does not mean you never cried The fact that you smiled all through the ceremony does not mean you were happy The fact that you are alive and happy Does not mean you aren't dead A strange ghost animating your body Not your dream self The fact you woke up with a plan Does not mean you aren't drifting through life The fact that you love a song Does not mean it makes you happy The fact that you woke when the alternative seemed lucrative Tells that you have outsmarted the paradox once more

KINDRED

I wish I had a friend Whose loyalty would never bend Walk with me miles on end Be plain and never pretend A cynic who would blend But to me be a kindred A spirit that knows me Keep me and my secrets just as I would To the very end

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