If I were this
If I were that
I spend a lot of time
Thinking about my lost potential
Is that the thing a parent desires?
For their children to see eternity?
I’ve always dreamt big
I’d teach my child to move their hands
Everything to see peace
Why don’t I walk in the way of love?
I can dream big
That’s all I have
It’s kinda sad too, huh?
The nature of man
We know all the patterns
Manipulate our behaviors
What is keeping control?
Have I ever considered an upgrade?
Paradigm shifts, or changing, or whatever it is
There is no “how to”
I look to what I cannot explain
Man has been here along time
We still desire the infinite
Until then, we show what we know
Is my behavior my belief?
No, but my belief should be
I’m self debasing
Not out of humility
It’s because it’s true
So how do I react?
I depend upon others to accept me
(Although I am low)
To show mercy and grace
What else can I have?
I own nothing
My life is a shoestring
I don’t want to speak of things I cannot fully respect
But reality shows
It’s in the books
I seek to know
“It is vain” that’s what they say
I seek to tremble before the truth
Where have we been, as teachers?
I’ve been alone, stewing in a pot of falsity
What could I then teach?
I have ideas, but no one to weigh them
I long to listen
Words for another day…
Do you think I could get married in outer space, or is it still super dangerous? I’m not hip to the tech advances.
Imagine shooting out into darkness
Like that movie odyssey
Just chilling in an advanced techno love pad
Ha ha ha, darn, I always take something serious and fool around
Who doesn’t want some kinda garden of Eden type paradise though, am I right?
You think people will ever quit messing about?
How could one teach,
With a stubborn ear
Mind speaking up a bit?
I wonder what good writers are writing these days?
This is more fun.
I’m like a one person chat room
Is this a thing?
What kinda art, or is it not catchy enough?
“What makes art good, is the audience” they teach
I actually think it’s a great artist
Although value plays its hand
I couldn’t imagine writing a book
The brains on the authors out there
If only I could push the advance
Inspire to be better!
We haven’t even seen a masterpiece yet
I really believe in people
I’m not to particular on which people
Most of us revere intelligence and athleticism
There is more than two things though
Be open to balance
There is nothing to gain from a one sided scale
What does that even mean?
I guess you could validate it with enough explanatory math
If you know any, I’ve never really understood it to far
In fact I don’t understand much
The wisest people I’ve ever met are 4 year olds
That’s a masterpiece
Ha ha ha
What have I been writing about?
I do this super slow on a cell phone
I’ll have to scroll up, but I don’t wanna
Oh, yeah, authors are cool
They imagine some stuff, boy I tell yeah
Does one learn to write that way? by knowing a bunch of words and an equation for punctuation, and all that rule stuff?
To be honest, I’ll just respect the professionals
I like stuff to be nice and terse so I can understand
But how can you transmit the imagination that way? (I mean obviously if your a writer you know, so um… it’s rhetorical.)
This is a big chunk of writing for me, I’ve been writing since I was a boy, but always just a page
Has anyone ever made a story where everything was good and awesome all the way through?
The person who can make that draw an audience would be a genius
Question is, is it a genius in art, or marketing?
Would a good story even be realistic?
Has anyone not experienced pain?
Ooop, there I go again
In my one man chat room
I wonder if I could ever write something that could pay my rent
Rent is cheap, but who needs crappy poets?
Educate yourself fool!
Enough of this, you are looking for ideas
Take a break
Post as much as you write
Why wouldn’t you?
You might suck, but at least your doing what you want to do
No one has to read it, they got their own life
Quit worrying about food
Once everyone else eats
Then you can survive, or
Get a job! (You lazy hippy)