Saturday, April 30, 2011

Enlightened

Thoughts swim through my mind like salmon heading upstream, as emotions arise from inside me like a phoenix from warm ashes. The prime focus of my mentality is no longer intact within my brain and as my skin flushes, a wave of comfort overcomes me, and pain is diminished as you duck under the shroud of steam into your inner sanctum. The disturbances in your conscience are swept away and dissected, revealing their benign nature. Speculation on every moral aspect of society sets in with a brush of self understanding. The Buds have blossomed, revealing for the first time your true self. Stress is lifted from your body with the relief of violent pleasure, it has come time to harvest the fruit of the tree of life. Go out into this world with an open mind, return with magnificent insight and cognitive function. Only the impartial can rise to nirvana to achieve enlightenment, and only the enlightened can enjoy the lush fields of the lord's paradise.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Collage- Censorship


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My new collage, the mans face obviously represents censorship, the eagle in the cage represents being stripped of freedom (seeing as the eagle itself is a symbol for freedom), and everything else is quite obvious! Feedback?

Strength

My tired soul is stained with sin,
From waging a war I cannot win.
I've grown so weary,
These eyes are teary,
The dampest they have ever been.

Until the end I'll ever fight,
For the sanctity of what is right.
Through rain and hail,
I will prevail,
Although the end is out of sight.

Yet here i am, still standing strong,
Trying my best to carry on,
And through it all,
I will not fall,
I'll persist until the pain is gone.


Even when I bruise and bleed,
Deprived of all that I need,
I will never submit,
I cannot quit,
I'll do what it takes to succeed.

The Dissipation of Time

The passing months seem to blow by in a daze. My sense of physical feeling has dismally gone numb, for in your current state of abscence, the touch of no one elses' hands will do. Though we are young at age, I grow ancient each minute that I lack your prescence. It is as though I am laying in my deathbed in solitude, while you are astray experiencing the world, growing, flourishing. You are captivating, in form and in essence. The meere brush of your lips is enough to save me from my impending doom. Such a simple task, but it is devoid of your will to carry it out.  Time is rapidly escaping, an imposing grain of sand teeters on the edge of the hourglass; just one kiss and it shall not plummet with my soul. Just one kiss, one kiss I will never recieve.

Monday, April 25, 2011

The cycle of life.

With nobody by my side, I trudge through these murky waters, searching for a sign of light. The debilitating haze of depression reduces visibility levels to zero. What can I do but aimlessly carry on in an unknown direction, not knowing what lay ahead? I wander through nothing but blackness, strikingly inhibiting in it's utmost simplicity. I may stumble, and I may collapse, yet I have never failed to muster the strength to bring myself back to my feet. On this journey, nothing can be certain. We enter this life with no instructions, we were not born into this world with a pamphlet in hand, nor engrossed with fine black print. In this sense, we must create our own standards and expectations for ourselves as individuals. We are all distinguished beings with contrasting abilities and disabilities, thus we are required to clear our own paths on our journey through life. Me? I walk in circles, endlessly cycling through the stages of life and death. I have been reborn an infinite amount of times, and faced death to an equal extent. We are spiritually reborn through the experiences we encounter each day on our voyage through time. We are reincarnated through our struggles, for we must be resurrected many times in order to survive the untimely circumstances of our spiritual deaths. What lies at the end of this seemingly endless road is nothing but the discovery of our true selves. Only when we make this discovery does the haze clear and the light appear, and only than will we be free of the cycle of renewal and degeneration.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

My Collage- The Good in Us All


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Conformity

Conformity is the downfall of individualism. The spread of conformity prevents the flow of new ideas and opinions from shaping or altering our culture. Rather than offering personal opinions or insight to the world, we repress our thoughts in order to meet the standards of the social norm. The presence of conformists in our society obstruct the passageways that disperse suppressed knowledge through every community. In order for culture to flourish, there is a need for a constant flow of new ideas throughout the people, therefore to preserve the sanctity of human development, we must filter out conformity from the vessels of society. Remember, prosperity is not possible without change.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Sweet Sorrow

Even as I recline under the setting Florida sun, enjoying the virtues of life in its utter simplicity, I am stricken with a sense of emptiness. No matter how far I run from the past, I cannot escape the memories that plague me, even on my brightest days. To this day, I am enveloped by my bitter grievances over what could have been. What would have been. What should have been.  Distant winds of yesterday blow over me, chilling me with recollections left unforgotten. It has become apparent to me; No matter the circumstances, I shall forever remain miserable at best.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Friendly Neighbors

It is said that in every bunch there is a bad apple. I would have to disagree. Metaphorically, there really are no good apples in the first place. We all sin, we all lie, we all know it. Comparing people to such sweet and innocent things as apples is unreasonable. Man kind is a selfish race, for human nature makes it so. Despite the many flaws of human nature, some of us manage to repress our selfish and sinful urges, and reflect only our presentable qualities. Those of us who do so are still not able to accurately be compared to good apples, for we still have sinful temptations. We may appear bright, red, and refreshing on the outside, but if one were to bite into our core, they would encounter our worms. For this reason, there are no good apples in the bunch at all, but amongst the rotting fruit of our kind, there are a blessed few of us with only a bruise or two.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

“No matter how dark the night, somehow the sun rises once again and all shadows are chased away”

Defeat

There's always going to be someone trying to break you down. With motives feuled by jealousy, self-indulgence, and greed, it may seem impossible to overcome the struggles you face as a result of someone's actions. These people will stop at nothing to see you fail, and once you succumb to failure they are hungry for more. They will continue to suck every last drop of energy from your body untill there is none left, and even then will they continue to deplete you of what is no longer there. People like this thrive off of your suffering, and there is nothing you can do to change that. These creatures cannot be considered human, for they do not live off of food or water, but they use pain to feul their souls (or lack thereof). You are put in a corner with no way out, your only options are to fight, or give in to your opponent. Because such people usually maintain a high level of athourity, intimidation becomes a factor opposing perserverence. Remember, people cannont harm you with intimidation, only you yourself can allow it to effect you. Look deep inside your enemy, look through their power, evil, coercion, and see what lies behind it all. What is left is a miserable child full of fear and diffidence, and all of a sudden they're not so difficult to overpower.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Time

As years pass, people change. We change. We grow into unfamiliar strangers with lost identities trying to find our own little corner of the universe. Our own little niche. Our personalities become entities of their own, taking the form of obstacles that shaped us over our years of growth. When we emerge from our old molten pupa as new beings, we don't always like who we turned out to be. We cannot turn back time and stop ourselves from becoming who we are, but we can clear a new path for us to walk down and improve who we grow into in the future. We are always changing, we have no limitations and endless opportunities, but every one we miss, is one we can never get back.

Politically Incorrect

The concept of being politically correct is offensive in itself. It is a complete contradiction of it's intended purpose. By being politically correct, you are assuming that what is offensive to one member of a particular race is offensive to the race as a whole. In doing so, you strip one of his or her individuality by acting as if all components of that group of people share the same views and emotions. We are all entitled to our rights as individuals, rights that are violated by postulating that the feelings of one human correspond with that of an entire race. We do not think as a unit, we do not feel as a unit, we do not act as a unit, and we will not be labeled as a unit, but as the unique individuals we all are.

Questioning Society

We are brought into this world pure, and innocent. We are raised into adulthood, programmed to believe what we are told. All of our live's we have never actually thought for ourselves, but rather been told what to feel, what to believe, by those who raised us. How many of us have actually questioned what we're told and simply asked, "Do I believe this is right"? We believe every bit of information society feeds us without any knowledge on the subject whatsoever.  We were not brought onto this earth to behave as mindless sheep. I refuse to be told what is wrong and right any longer. I'm going to fight for what I believe in, and I dare you to try and stop me.