Silence may not be a void

One can’t go about life while constantly transforming challenges into negativity – but in-turn, this leaves a leaves a void in the now; a void created by the silence of not putting energy into what can not be changed by action or thought.

Now, there is a new challenge, though less conplicated: one must learn that silence, or the void from silence, is not a result of inaction but the reaction of the completion of actionable thought.

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Bad Luck

Most people create their “bad luck” by being ignorant, but they are too encapsulated in their own ignorance to realize that there is no such thing as bad luck, just circumstance.

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Broken record

The music sounds better without the broken record.

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I’d hate to wake up

I’d hate to wake up to find you don’t exist, that only in my dreams we kiss – if so, I hope to find you again, some night, in my rolodex of dream-realities, so I can bring you back to this, the conscious dream.

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Second hand reality

What we see in front of our eyes has a decent probability of being real – everything else is just someone elses, or a collective, second hand reality.

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A doorway in the dark

A doorway in the dark may be hard to find until it is illuminated, though once you know of the doorways that lurk in the dark, it is you who illuminates them. Enter and see what is beyond.

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Love songs

The best way to appreciate a love song is when love is absent from your heart.

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The crux of your knowledge

If the crux of your knowledge comes from bloggers and celebrity moms, you may want to think twice before advising another that they should “read more.”
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Softer than a pillow

Softer than a pillow is my heart for you, where time stands still and oceans part.
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Life

Life, early to mid, a test of time and will, and then later it’s easy, like rolling down a hill. It’s everything I thought it would be when I was in it and yearned to be on the other side. To dip back my toe would be to swallow up my pride.

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One day

One day you’ll find you, standing at the edge of time, with only you and yourself left to find, that every single day you wasted – will be the waste that plagues your mind.

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Does the soul remember

The question posed is of important matter, when we leave this earthy plain does the soul rememeber? A belief is that when our time is up, when naught full is our cup we materialize to the place next-up. I wonder if there is a way to prove that we retain the memories of what here we do, easier it would be and comfort be tendered if we knew for sure; does the soul remember.

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The higher places

In the higher places or so it seems, you wouldn’t expect less than understanding beings. A true quarell between brother or sister is not the world I imagined in my dream. How can you be so, that you can see from the mountain’s top, Aurora’s glow, yet at the same time act like those below? Is there no honor among the energy-thieves, is there no greater love that hails from these beliefs. True brothers and sisters should not be below, in the place of swinging threads, the end of cable’s tow. So if you wonder, do others take serious the same as you perceive, they do exist; nothing can be covered by a bare sleeve.

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Nefertiti

Of her we know so very little; she had been buried not with riches. Her bust discovered in a wasteland, it’s perfect condition can today be viewed first-hand.
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If someone is

If someone is only looking for one answer, in every instance, one answer, one response – give it to them. Give them what they want until they realize that the one answer they are always looking for is a reason and not an answer, is a beard but not the answer, is a shield but not the answer. Eventually it will be understood that if you’re only looking for the answer you want – you don’t need another person to help you masturbate yourself.

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People are data streams

People are data streams, cast your net but make sure the holes are dynamically set to adjust to what you’re looking to catch.

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All of the things that you don’t do

Don’t worry about the things you’re too lazy to do, just rest upon your laural-esqu excuses and pay no mind to recurring deuces. The reason of course is nature’s force, she will send someone else tout suit to fill the holes, without remorse.

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Players

Players get played but designers get paid. [and no, it is not always about “the” money]

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