Philosophy

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I sat like a pigeon with a brain, Curiously wondering about visuals that retain, I spoke no words nor committed deeds; It was all meaningless,
Blazing, the brazen orb frenzied with greatFlashing, its flame in crackling blasts of heat.Fusion follows fission in frantic gait.Bloated gluttony or the bawdy teetIt slavishly seeks to gulp, whorish trait! Yet Helios possesses grave powers.Explos
When we tell ourselves to be honest,  how can we know what is true? What if the judgement we've always known is a foreign scent to a brother?   If the slip of the tongue becomes the slip of the mind, 
short is the day,endless is the path
The world, a child  her mind, a chamber  for nurtouring thoughts  no creature could blame her   stained skin  with blood so pure  they crave for her veins  In search for a cure 
So, absurdism. a b s r d . Weird word, weird world. It doesn't have meaning on its own, it gets its meaning from you. The world doesn't give itself, you, or anything meaning.
The End of the tunnel, What this holds is my own glimpse of loop, A lamp full of treacherous flow, Reminding us all our repetitive deeds, 
Under this veil of anonymous curtain, Gone rogue with my destiny to the mountains, I cried a hopeful bunch of nuts and crowds,  My only repertoire blazed in agony, 
Running green in our hands,  Dyed yellow in our eyes,  A distance of our own ancestral kin, Half of the distance shared by our people,
To be honest with yourself is not something that is simple To expose yourself to uncomfortable realities that may clash with your engrained views To allow yourself to be vulnerable to the questions
The poetry of reason,Let truth be.   But memory’s past,Let defeat be.   Such futures’s triumph,For dreams be.
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The truth not only bears reality but reason and origin.   The truth not only justifies act but rather form the foundation of wisdom  
All the books are closed to me; My mind cannot penetrate them. I long to understand, But never find what I seek.   Philosophers and physicists Think away time and matter. What does time matter
When I learned of that bittersweet Paradise Lost By God forsaken except to that nascent Adam and Eve Learned I,  
Is that what I perceive or is it just a matter of imagination ?Is that what my soul and the pound in my chest representsz?I am just a representation of myself in different colors created by my thoughts.
I will never know for sure where the falling stars fall, Or where the black hole ends; I can never be for sure if magic exists Or if our lives are all pretend.  
I will never know for sure where the falling stars fall, Or where the black hole ends; I can never be for sure if magic exists Or if our lives are all pretend.  
says we should favor      the simplest theory,      all things           being equal in this roll of dice life but I prefer the more complex      if it means an Ear           to hear
Humans are not made without flaws They are filled with love, faith, and hope They come with feelings, determination, and selflessness   Humans are not made without flaws
We
  We Fenced off his reign, crystalline yet amorphous. The adolescence of today have brought me something to say.
We are all going nowhere from nowhere   Snow outlined the branches of the trees that shattered the sky Fragmented clouds January come and gone
Dear me, You, with all your crevices and caves are still the man in the glass, everyday he stares into your eyes with expectation of you fulfilling
Dear Darkness,   We meet again in this tragic abyss. It feels just like my lost lovers kiss. Once again, the air grows hauntingly thin. Take your pride in some fools grin.
You were a delicate butterfly So eternally beautiful But I hated your pure wings Hated your all-knowing eyes   You were a faultless mirror So morally irreproachable But reflected in your depths
Fear      breaks The crack of dawn Tossing, turning, yearning Hardly ever learning   People and places Pasts and problems Things I’ll never have the answer— Four Years. 
Why are things the way they are? Look ahead or look back far They are always as they seem It's what men in white robes deem Or so you think until the day Until one of them tries to lay
Always. Always always always. When one question is answered it brings millions of new questions that you weren't even aware of until you reached it. What happens in a black hole?
Dear blue-haired girl, working at the movie theatre in Bloomingfield, Indiana, I hope the tattooed name on your wrist does not become a stain on your skin.
Words jump off the page in ways that are meaningless  I scratch my head for a bit thinking it'll make a light switch go off in my head like, "I GOT IT"
to the stars lightyears away can you hear me way out there? do you feel my tearful stare as i silently speak to you in what can only be called prayer   on the planets in your orbit
Dear Plato, This desolate stone sculpture fumbling around with Play-Doh Molding the world, keeping us afloat Bearded Athenian, the framer's scapegoat.  
Love is hated, Love is craved.   A man wants the hold of a woman. A woman wants the kindness of a man.   A man wants to hold with powerful hands a small neck,
Should I be glad to exist in shadows? Should my being revel in complexity? The tremor of realization The murder of dichotomies.  
Within my body, Like layers of muscle fused, Lies the diamond: hope.
A blank sky screams A boy runs to it His feet plod off against ice-ground It is screaming too Now the screaming has dimmed
I think I'm a jerk. Maybe the funny part is: Some people are jerks.
How many universes are there? Few? Several? Many? What is the exact number? Nobody knows, but one is the safe answer. The cosmos is a large and mysterious place, Filled with untold and undiscovered elements,
A populace of mortals Grown blasé to The once quizzical nature of survival Begin to crave substance in living  
Here we are going Down an ever familiar road, To only find It's not the same at all. It used to be  Something different But I guess things are never the same. They are always changing
A path with nothing to fear. Walking on a road to nowhere. A path with nothing to see. We can chose who we want to be.
The night before, I dreamt of oblivion.  Alone in this world Yelling into the void And out of my indecision.                        A mere two words prompting a connection beyond. 
Dear John,   If you thought the altitude was bad in Colorado, you should feel it up here.   In one breath, I am gone. Sometimes, my mind goes with it...  
I see u's, I see n's, I see faces. They seem to tell a story, but they advocate none of the true. It all seems real until you see the flash. The flash of force 
Holding blue blood within  Sharing respiratory red blood can't live without 
Like a quantity divided by zero, I am undefined. I am cognition in your mind. I slip through your fingers when you try to figure me out. You and I are very alike, we are not what we think we are, and are
I'm thinking can you acquire everything in this world. The answer is a no, but your hard work has to be overboard. Am glimpsing through the book of life, and I see "Life is Short".
Many see life as birth, existence, and death. This, quite frankly, is the reality for an appreciable percentage of people. The reality is that people live on through their ideas. A mark, a symbol of themselves and their work.
make me, unmake me, unwind me like ribbon, bury me with all that has died before— half decayed children and barely formed youths all me, all not   let petals suture
Life that is without direction, Without thought. People that lead without choice, Without reflection. Those who experience true feeling,
Decisions shape and change the way we grow, But are the decisions we make truly ours? Perhaps we are controlled by something greater than us. Perhaps a construct such as morality,
    The end is a hard chair so steer your paper sails carefully and watch the day twice  to know it better
Scavenger  Day and Night Daunting dawns High Noon, Low Noon Dust to dust, til the end No place like home No home to begin with  Traveler Perhaps on a mission
This was not plenty  Peace, love, but NY times says they still killed Lenny, Playing the same thing, As he stares, thinking about the farm George kills Lenny, Cleansing souls arent enough,
I am a poet Not because of my name Not because of my works butbecauselike youI am a work of art Born from the rocksDustGasChanceAll to create me
Enlightenment is Found through the expression of One's self, uncontained
Teach me what you learned in school What is it your god teaches you Why to you is this cool And what equals two plus two  
The Romans would have carved into their gravestones: non fui, fui, non sum, non curo-- “I was not, I was, I am not, I don’t care.”
  Valuable in my Eyes   The artistic sky Paints a picture of freedom For lone gulls to fly.   On this island, “Perfect” can’t even describe the happiness that These warm currents bring.
Some say you need absolutely need water Others say you need absolutely need food Still others say you may need someone, perhaps a father? But I say you have the wrong attitude
On a deserted island, here I amDoomed to die, in the sandI won't bring any tears to let cryOr something to hold, like someone's hand.
There's a formula for everything these days, and I can prove more things than I can understand, And I can fact check the stars, number the sand,
  We passed the field by my house, Where you used to say sorry; Words never held meaning for you Without smoke kissing lips.   I never should have. I waited too long didn't I honey?
Dreams come true True they already are Are we doing anything to make them come true True they become if you try
The only thing we can do is wonder We could be as wrong as ever But still holding on to the feeble endeavor that the Philosophy is valid that our life has meaning
Curious NaturesIn a more weak world the most aggressive advantagesdon't always deal in what is referred to as "fair consequence."
Today, Socrates rolled over in his grave.  
A burst of
Philosophy is awesome, yes
  1 The clouds slide past  and rising, rustle against the blank sky. Their grandeur throws me off balance.  I wish I could throw off my clothes
You are reading a poem, except you aren't.   You are looking at words on a website And somebody told you that they comprise a poem And so you think you are reading a poem.  
   They say I’m waxing philosophic.But it’s only a car and so what if I like it shinyit’s mine and it reflects the sky, the sun, the moon,the stars and, in a way, me, connecting me to the universe
Patches of Dryness  
Quite strange Is the only way I candescribe my feelings right now,
Conventions of this wonderland I know
The world seems to lean by the masses to the optical
Curse and blessing, gift of spite
It's not unorthodox by any means
Well: who am I, put honestly? Without facade, I seem to be A borderline dichotomy Between two frames of mind.   At first, I show my artistry: An optimist's philosophy Where I eschew gentility -
It’s dusk on the hill as the heady sky rotates slowly above, silently aglow with vivid pulsing pink around the edges, like a child’s fingers eclipsing the dying flashlight of the sun.  
Flow uncontrollable, life is continuing onward do not try to control.  
even within nature we are confined  in chains   from the depths we crawled    toward the sun     into the trees      wiping sweat from our brows       liberty
Little things , Just the littl
Thoughts unhinderedTravel spry, in the form of prose,Observation won't ceasewhen the world slows.
There is no finish line There is no big success No more reason to run
In the truth that is the existence of the world, We are the instigators of change; Of the Future. As we march forward into this new age, we are evolving into gods. The gods that we had once worshipped.
Instant Gratification is ruing our nation, but this information is on a need to know basis.
Y M I I? Y R U U? Y R WE? HU R U? HU M I? HU S G? Z G RL? IZ G I? IZ G U? W Z LF? IWUL. ADZ?S UALF.
My Philosophy,- -It’s Flawless, Perfection. It’s Visceral, immaculate. No right, no wrong. Naught but self-reflection, A supernova’s glow, set upon all direction.
We Are Anonymous Like the Mosquito that comes to bite you and you kill it. Now she is a forgotten entanglement of red and black. But you are still scratching the bitemark.
Just as darkness escapes the light
Immortal
This is the land of make-believe,
So much Like a wicker chair used with fondness for it's reliability and appropriateness in its setting ratters and tears under the use of what it was create to do But, another question My leige?
Out there floating in the sky
Men kneel to kings,         And kings kneel to gods.     And though no monarchy holds my allegiance, And no deity my faith,
Hope. It runs deep. Deeper than any mineshaft, Tunnel or crevice within the world. Versatile, yet universal to all. It doesn’t hesitate, procrastinate Or assimilate. Hope is…             
The sophists need not use rhetoric to convince of her greatness.
If a boy sinks to his knees
i'm gonna polish It 2 a solar flame2 rekindle my subconcious chariotthat bears my virgin senses from:
-Dreamers are dreamers, we all dream of something  -Some dreamers are "fake-believers", and those become "unachievers" -To find what drives you, and imbrace it, is actually living the "dream"
Loneliness is like an abyss A world filled with endless darkness A place where light is consumed   The heart trembles because darkness laughs It shivers because the shadows devours the soul
I've seen you and yet I haven't
The smoke creeps perfect ‘neath and ‘round each hearse, as liquid darkness consumes the light over all the Earth. Bodies lay everywhere dead lifeless to noise and sound, to
“Everything that needs to be done Is the responsibility of everyone capable of doing it,” I say. I start my day Reminding myself that the only way to live Is to give everything I have Everything I can
whilst the trees , royal and majestic slept through the dark,
I am the poet, madder red The odd accumulation of odds and ends. Bright and tarnished, waylaid silver My worth is determined by the words I'm giving. But I am not only a poet of odds and ends
“Step on a crack Break your momma’s back.” That’s what they’d chant, All the kids on the block. We’d go around on tiptoes Avoiding the fractures; Like walking on glass. It meant so much to us,
Me realizing  Having closure for today Time grows rather short
*/ /*-->*/  Tell me Sterling, what is "change?" " A verb; to make or become different. Whether it be yourself
What if I became a philosopher? Would it change me and open my mind? Will it teach me more than I have learned in high school?   I long to understand the minds of many popular people
Timeless Stone             An ageless face             Carved under sunlight,             Ripened by moonlight.             A tasteless taste  
I hate the idea of destiny To me it's agony To think I don't control my own life The use of this word it so rife And it pains me to say this But your ignorance is not bliss
The problem we face Is one of pride; We want to believe That the answer's inside   So we build with our hands And observe with our eyes, Jump to conclusions
I hate myself,I hate my wealth,If I could give,Then I would live,Nothing would be mine,As nothing is divine,
To be or not to beI believe Hamlet was getting somewhere with thisTo exist is to thinkAnd to think is to beYet, what of the other side?This is not an exclimation to Death
What is dark?An absence of light. What is light?A removal of dark.You may not have one without the other. Perhaps this is the best representationof lifeand deathand frailty.
What is the mind of man,
It’s boring, it’s all boring. That’s what I tell myself. Then I remember a quote from a source I never cared to research that says Only boring people get bored A quaint platitude for the
Where is it you ask? Why, to the south In the place of the things The things that were seen By the people. Do you remember the people? They came here a long time ago In carts,
When most people look at the night sky The stars tend to catch their eye. But I, I look at that which I cannot see. The black in the sky fascinates me With its unknowable secrets
A road is never straight It winds and turns in every which way It may make you irate And at some points you have to stay
it powers the writer to write one more line   it inspires the muscian to play one more time   it rages the soldier to take that front   it focuses the athlete
If andonly ifyou 
Tell me a story,A story that never ends.
A gaping hole so void, and yet prominent. It's shell so spherical, as it wraps about its brittle self, in an unctuous curvature. A ring containing a nearly inconceivable number of atoms
He
He was here before it All and All owes it all to He cause without He All would never be  
Do you seriously think that assigning a shit ton of homework is going to teach us something? How about no. It doesn't. Is it effective, to what extent? It's not, never. Is it justified?
Love letters to no one: the weed
Darkness is a cloak of shelter. Ending the day's noise,  And so forth the day's chapter.   Darkness is everywhere,  Whether it's a shadow, Or a feeling you can't share, nor bear.  
Philosophy Mysterious, Difficult Thinking, Reasoning, Thinking Why are we here? To be.
What if you could evaporate in the sky And drift freely along the twists and turns of the winds current Travel miles upon miles over land Showering them with your condensed vapor
Confessions themselves cannot be penalized, and kind words cannot be thanked.    If I was asked why I write, I would not tell. I would write about it. Writing itself is immune, immortal--
Do drugs make faces lie? Does liquor deepen the hole? Cut once to fill it.     When mirrors break, glue can only dull shards.
The greatest fall of modern civilization, was abandoing the philosophy that kept us from the coffin. Aristotle and Aquinas held the keys, to western civilizations victory. In his metaphysics they lay,
The end of time is reassuringly complete I expected sadness But instead felt reassuring completeness Everyone else escaped backwards Into an elaborate game of hide and seek Before they hit the end
  Your impression That the world will harbor the Audacity to sever limbs from the whole truth Are gravely mistaken.   From now on, the whole truth, and nothing less! And in times of future toil,
Write.Written as the philosopher devised ways to thinkbut the thought was only told through speech.Yet speech was only allowed for those that began to speak
My mind makes a mosaic of memory, glass projections tied together in fluidity. Nonsense shapes incomplete but cooperating in order to make something beautiful.  
"Don't do that" a common utterance of disempowerment A three word society on its own filled with expectation when the first mistake was made A sense of being unloved, peaking through a pessimistic lens of hearing
Theres Something Great In All Of Us,  Something We Dont Earn But is Born Within Us, Potential..  Potential  Change The Lives Of Others and Make A Difference In World Where We
The tears roll down from his eyes and are blown away in whispers By the wind This Man I do not know him   He cries in an agony I cannot see He is alone beside me
wicker baskets positioned precariously at the edge of a bluff like the skulls of children (full of apples and oranges) spilling forth into the ocean mixing to create a fruit soup of sorts  
I'm living high on Paradise Where nobody cheats, and nobody lies I'm blessed to walk on streets of gold I'm doomed to walk these streets alone  
Look into your own Imagination. What is around your location? Suited rabbits? Black magic? Mystic incantations? Delve deeper than a magicians hat. Outside the box? Farther than that.
The definition of finish Can’t possibly be the first sign of progress on the road to success Maybe it’s the ok to exit Or a predetermined establishment of “well enough” Its designed as something easy to live with
The colors of the rainbow, hmmmmm! Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet; Let’s add White and Black. Why not even Gold and Silver?
I see demons on the ceilings- They crawl down the steps and up the pew to preach- I see sheep in the pasture- and if he tells them to jump they will fly from the rock and kiss the ocean-
Nautical graves and practical poets, Woman's condition and cultural woe. Heaving sensations accompany the telly. What's worse than these? The end of the show.
On my path, I'm headed for hell Today, I snuck in God's house 'cause he don't know me that well But upon entrance a preacher caught me and called me by name He said "I don't know why you're here, but I'm glad that you came,"
Everything has a face Just like my Brother’s old backpack Hanging in the closet with its snares and tares And every time I look At it seeing its entirety, places it’s gone, baggage it has carried
God with us God with us, I’ve heard it said before But what does it really mean to be with the Lord?
If I could ask one question of my Lord How would I pick from all I do not know? What is the meaning behind His Word? If I could ask one question of my Lord How did he think to create the world?
Little did we know What Heaven has in store for us. There came an angel, Unbearable for us earthly judges to look upon. His voice brought harmony, his face brought tranquility,
Selfish desires Thrive in our society. Lurking in every human mind Slowly Slowly Tearing all compassion away.
Have we lost it?
You said it, therefore it must be true. Yes, every word you speak is law. Why should anyone have room to doubt you? You, who beleives everything the bias media tells you.
Today we can live Yesterday we've survived Tomorrow will never cry The days of our lives We can do whatever. Till one of us die Then we all Cry
Our backs were bent ‘til we were walking on the knuckles of our souls The trees were drinking angels’ tears in the deserts where they grow And the only time my heart was shaken was when I threw it to the wind
“There is no honor amongst thieves even less with trailer-park debutantes”
What is comparable to inevitable?? If the lyrics don't intertwine, then the meaning is forgotten. How do we proceed to the next level when we keep falling? The stairs are right before us but the world is calling,..
6 “And it repented the Lord that he made man on the earth, and it grieved him at his heart.” 7 God grieved that he unleashed a virus upon the world he created—no natural predators
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