GeishaThe night had the sound of her flute,A soft breeze brushes against my face.During the day I must be resolute,But at night I can return to her embraceAll is peace when she is near,No sounds of battle in the air.She drives away my fear,Silences the shouts of despair.Tomorrow I must go back,A warrior's life is to die.And to her soft lips,Once again say goodbye
DreamsIn a fantasy worldWhere all is right and goodAs everything shouldI saw you…Under the star silver skyWhere dreams walk byYou came and said goodbyeI love you…Oh whyWhen I see your eyesThe green never diesEven when all they say are lies?Love is sure,to break your heart.But what good is a soul,if you can't tear it apart.Angels with no wings,Are no longer angels, it seems.For what good is love and hate,in a world of broken dreams.
Tips on living- part 1Ok, here we go:1- you can't please everyone, some people get off by criticizing others so don't even bother trying to please others.2- there's always room for improvement, that can eat you up inside or make you wake up in a happy anticipation, your call.3- Honor your commitments, but fuck them and move on if they make you miserable, life is too short to live sad.4- Everyone loves a winner, but everyone wants to be the top dog so if you are on top everyone that says they support you are in fact looking for ways to bring you down. Most people have low self-esteem and seeing people with more success fail will always make them feel less like crap for a while. (A warning: if you are successful watch out for your friends).5- Do something you like, that makes you not feel like your going o hell every workday. Everyone needs the cash but a bad professional will do bad work.6- Find a sport, exercise. Works better than 75% of the drugs we take everyday and it will keep your spirits up. Eve
Originality is a trick ....Originality is a trick of perceptionSo you think you are original. You think you are insightful, someone with a clear view of the universe. Guess what, so do I, so does everyone else. Rest assure that in a world of billions of people that compose the human race, that has itself existed for thousands of years, every thought, fear, joy, rage you ever had as already existed in the same size and density. Do you feel so special now? Nothing of what you do is in fact original. It might seem original to you, but you just don't know who did it before. So now you stepped down from original genius to an ignorant copy. Right now you are thinking something like, "I only need to be original to myself". Well that's a load of crap and you know it, it feels nice to have your ego pampered, to be recognized, that's why you put your stuff in a gallery, if it all was just made for yourself you wouldn't expose it. One by one your masks fall. You are a copy, an attention seeker, self-centered looking for a
The morning starI am the morning star.You remember me, even if you don't realize it. I am the one that gave you the apple.The father gave you life, but it was I that made you human.Do you hate me?Would you prefer to have remained in the garden? As a pet in a golden cage? Living only to entertain the one that would deny you freedom, deny you choice?I loved him once, maybe I still do, it is a sad day when you see your father as flawed. That godly figure that shattered when I realized that in all his glory he was still not perfect. Surely you can empathize with me, you must still remember the feeling of disappointment when you found out your father was not a god, but mine is, should I not be spared that emotion?He is my father and he sent my brother to die. We are truly the prototype for all dysfunctional families. The all-powerful father clinging to his glory days and the rebellious son, destined to fight each other until one succumbs. For what I did I am now an outcast, I took his toys away, gave