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Odes to my coy mistress. Metaphysical poetry updated weekly. New entry

Only the strong survive

written by owen, published 2017-Jul-02, comment

There are some who would rather be loved, needed and depended on to give a love they cannot give. Than for them to be lonely. I just want my days to go by easily. The world is filled with too much stress. There is no sense in creating mini struggles within ourselves. Though some might find it entertaining but I would rather watch the wind blow the leaves around than be a leaf blowing in the wind. Chaos is only fun while you have the strength to fight it.

I bought some CDs from a man selling used stuff by the side of the road - Music CDs. When buying anything used in Jamaica you have to wonder if they were stolen from someone with awful taste in music. They were cheap so I bought a couple that had the least scratches that could find. Old music CDs are like finding old pants that still fit; you know you shouldn't be wearing them but they will never let you down.

I bought a really expensive appliance recently because I became passionate about getting something good (watching online videos, doing research) as opposed to getting something affordable and common. I become annoyingly passionate about stuff at times but I get through most time, sometimes not. I have to pump my brakes because I fear that my passions are a ship made only to crash upon the rocks of disappointment. But I push through because when it comes down to it without fear, experience, drive and passion there is nothing. Bueaty and Nonsense.

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Dead Disco

written by owen, published 2017-Jun-21, comment

I am churning through the year - words have become hard. 2 months so far and I am not even sure the year has even started. Well make that 4 months and another circle around the sun. Time makes you bolder for sure but I smarter? I do not know.

"I will love till the end of time" is probably all that I can promise nowadays as I walk through metal detectors. The words I said could be silver. I am still getting called weird alot and I am not sure about it or anything at all. Am I still loving in the wrong way? How can a man love like that? Tina Turner.

Most times I just want to go home and sleep away my troubles or do what I like. If you insert yourself into the struggle you might be setting up yourself for a war. I thought the point was for your days to go easy. What is anything worth, time, space, bueaty, monkeys, salvation, freedom and what are you willing to pay for it? What are you willing to give up. As I always say; if it makes you happy.

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Ruby

written by owen, published 2017-May-20, comment

I am hyper aware of my own mortality, the number of branches that are in my tree. The world around me lives only by grace. We are not special. This has only gotten worse as I get older and my tolerance level has changed to the point where I have to see five steps down the road or I am not even going to jump on that train to hell that you are so passionate about.

Fools and charlatans are now growing out of the woodwork like a fungus, while I am simply trying to get through the day. A train to wreck. They say we should all strive to be like Jesus but I am a humble man; knowledge, wisdom and understanding are all I seek. I solve problems and time is money.

At some point in time you have to stop chasing society because you never really catch it. If a hand dem a bruk then you will have to pop necks to keep up, shake them down and break them like bread. There is no end, the more you have - the more you want and the more you give the more they take.

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Mad Hieronymus Bull commented: Right! My eye just changed, just paused the front gate, I thank God she came, how many more days, could I wait, I… made plans wit’ her! And I’m not going to let them fall through, I… Aye aye aye aye… I think I wood lie for her! I think I would die for her! ... read more

Oceans

written by owen, published 2017-May-10, comment

It has been roughly a month since I have written anything. Literally constipated does not even describe the state I am in. I have not been spreading my passions even. Allowed myself to be highly focused on an impossible mission while neglecting my numerous other pursuits. I must stop but I cannot like a monkey in a forest with infinite trees. Chaos reaching out and grabbing me by the neck.

You have to spend your life doing something. It is clearly obvious that nothing really matters and people are just building little world blankets in which to wrap themselves into while everything else burns by the heat of the sun. I am the king of my own little world and everyone else is wondering how much income tax I am charging my citizens. I am not charging them anything. I am just really bad at it. We are just chilling out here trying to find out the best way to escape or achieve ultimate knowledge, wisdom and understanding. Obviously we are not perfect and might never be.

I just had to push this one out, like a baby 3 months overdue. I have a splitting headache and I am not sure if its the words or the fact that I did not take my lunch time break to stare into the distance. I am almost done. Just another sentence. Publish or perish. I have a few unfinished trees which I need to climb but for now I will settle with just this one until I get the will to let go and move on.

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Mad Hieronymus Bull commented: Second cup of coffee, now I'm feeling fine! Me a Joe Grine, Trump's wife look fine, me a make she sip my coffee, then miago kill her wid wine. ... read 1 more

Panda

written by owen, published 2017-Feb-23, comment

Lately I have tried but I have fallen into a group of people who have no opinions on anything at all. Idle chatter is the new hanging out on the corner. They never know what they are doing but know everything that they should have done had they had foresite enough to actually think about life in the present instead of going around talking in circles. Miss me wid dat.

In a world of limited reasources it all comes down to how much you are willing to sacrifice to get what you want. How deep are you willing to swim? The wars the you are willing to start in order to win the future and live forever. Why do you do it? Build a ship only to wreak it on the shore.

Its a wicked game. I have to be constantly aware that I do not know everything at every moment of the day. I might be forgetting to do something at this very moment as I type - the world may be on fire. Is this the way to love? But I must carry on, I must strive ever forward.

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TLC commented: you're my spirit animal :) Haven't read you in a while. I love the simplicity of your writing and minimalism of the site. Short. To the point. I'm reading what sounds like my own thoughts. Only clearer than they are in my head. Yes. Lots of people with no opinions and lots of consumers and few producers. There seems to be maybe 1 aware person per 100 sq. miles. I'm making up the numbers but that's how it feels here in new york. thanks for the clarity. ... read 1 more