its that time again, that time where I don't feel like working at all and just start thinking too much for my own good, here are some iono, kinda improv'ed/ been working in my head these days
words; they can be few
and yet be most poetic
but they slip away
flowers they're pretty
but they wither, gray and die
what matters is love
kinda broke the rules there, but i think its necessary once in a while to step outside the bounds.
science: what's perceived
faith: beyond our perceptions
let's not mix the two
oh wilson phillips
singing your songs may be gay
but i feel better
here's some from Dec. 11th of 2004
I stared at the sun
In it, I found only pain
for i am a moon
perhaps I am wrong
and the world completely right
who cares about truth?
days mesh into weeks
weeks into years and decades
Yet God still forgives
pure legalism:
follow words on dead trees please
not heart, soul or mind
I won't be the best
But I can be the brightest
Positivity
My soul declines like
wax melted into liquid
He can make candles
words are meaningless
why use them to express this?
this has no meaning
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