PHILOSOPHER'S PEN

Primal instinct indelible in my pesonhood

Philosopher's pen is a dream

A dream that never grows old

A hope beyond every single breath

A light brighter than any darkness

A longing than the need for life

A desire to make a change beyond flesh

It is a life's work

A call beyond a life time

Work without which life has no meaning

It is everything

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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

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

LIFE IS A METAPHOR

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...

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