Balance Regained

I wish I could write about balanceYet it seems much is lost with meLike the philosophy that used to defineOr the friends who used to get highYes, it seems I have aged for the worseBecoming the very thing I fought againstThe usual nine to five employeeWhose life revolves around a clockDesperately waiting for the ringing

The Moral Paradox

The symmetry of the soul is lost on meThere are no straight lines betweenRight and wrongIt is asymmetryThat leads me to concludeMorality exists above the lawsAttainable only to the few that understandTruth is a preludeOr a lovely odeDissonant in its ever changing natureTo the point that it alludesEven the holiest codesAs I sit here on

Freedom19 #Haiku

A life lived in fearIs a life not worth livingBe fearless and free

Becoming Not

I am Becoming Not.Wasting away with the singular,Empowering, He, the titularMan of Wisdom.Thence denouncing the God of ReasonAs Thy transformation rip TheeTo pieces of never ending conformity.Abandoning the mind,Raising the soul,Through which, the pain of loss,Drives He to convince,Conceive, and deceiveThe prior aspirationsThat once supportedThe search for understandingNow Thy sit and wonderWhat is most important?Not

The Gaze

I gaze into the eternity beyond pupils dilationWhere soul has lost sole control of the spiritAnd the darkness that grips twists the mindWarping memories into incoherent phantomsWailing in anguish as I brush them aside Gazing deeper,Beyond the pale of of my mortal coilSearching for an answer that nature neglectsWritten not in emerald green starbursts,Shrouded by

Understanding K’now’

Minds claim to know that which is not.Foundations… they are broken and they rot.From the rubble is found a truth stronger than life;To understand that knowing is nothing butStanding on our understanding.

The Art of Wisdom

What is art if not love?The ability to take ones valuesAnd etch a cohesive memoryInto the fabric of time Whether dark or brightArt provides insight into the mindsOf men long forgotten (or present)To the annals of historyTelling their stories of bloodOr reciting exciting tales of heroismCatechising the momentsThat define all of humanity What isn’t recorded

Conflict of Happiness #Philosophy

Within strife is bred a spirit of contemptRaging like a hot fire stoked by the bellows of painBurning with the notion that control is a falsehoodAnd that happiness is but a fleeting reminderOf the minuscule seconds to which we may possessOr maintain the sense of direction necessaryTo live a life worth living A good life

The Examined Life

In the silence of the momentMy feet touch the groundAnd I breathe out clarityAs the clouds above grant reprieveFrom those dark momentsIn which sight becomes lostLike light in an endless voidDevoid of any sense of selfTo guide me back to the centerWhere contentedness rainsWithin a reign of peaceThat sees happiness and sadnessAs nothing but unsustainableDistractions

The Chains of Lies #TRUTH

Forever we sit chained against the cold wallsOf prisons created by the many thoughtsThat have no end Trapped, we thrash and bendBuckling against the self imposed leashChoking us away from nature’s destiny Yet our identity demands we walk freeTo embrace that which makes me, meAnd you, you For isnt that the essence of truth?To tear