Uncertainty"Here, is always where I've been," I may say "And I'll return, to sleep again," Another day.Uncertainty
This waking world Is my inconstant truth As in my dreams I know I'll make it through It's in control That I find my sanctitude But safety Is ever on the loose.
I can't guide you past the rocks along the shore. I can't give you the advice that you need more. I can't steer your course when I don't have my own, I can't return, if I don't have a home.
Thoughts"Laugh at indulgence Where the selfish find their refuge Take a place where the mind can't choose on its own And argue with your intuition"Thoughts
If we all arise from places unknown And all find the burden to be the same Doesn't it argue that we all seek the same truth? After all, we search to understand ourselves And we break by wishing for something else We place ourselves below by looking up We deny the solid ground by seeking mud In the place of all our truths we place a sign "Waiting for the light to strike my open mind" So then, in thinking, what am I?
Tale from a dreamSeems he ran for forever Before he was caught in the snare Swift and cunning he had been Like the fox that evades the unaware.Tale from a dream
They knew where he hid.
She stood there, taking the center stage Holding his attention, diverting his gaze The cowards leapt in from the sides Nets ready, leaving him nowhere to hide.
He never knew what they wanted.
They knew, though, Saw what slept inside To him less than a memory Hid in the back of his mind.
It knew what it meant to be bound.
With crushing force They pressured him
MorassMy mind is like a morass Dark and dank and deep In which my thoughts and shadows Do fitfully fake sleep And occasionally a serpent Of slithering silvery spans Will rear a head and speak to me Of dreamly fantastical plansMorass
Shall we fly to worlds beyond recall, Fly to wake before we fall?
Another voice, the call of time Is just a feeling to gently remind Despite the farthest reaches of dreams The worth of a life does not lie in sleep For others to care, they must share what we see
But still things wash away inside The ticking mome
Miyamoto Musashi's Poetrywe reconstruct the man from shards of paper and pottery (a shrike in ink a small wooden bodhisattva a practical treatise on swordplay)Miyamoto Musashi's Poetry
he said his only teacher was Nature which is a fine thing to say when you're good at everything
they say he slew Ganryū with a length of oar he'd whittled on impulse into a sword
so much for the soul of the samurai: not metal, flashing and hard priceless and irreplaceable
only a discarded wooden spar emerging from refuse to refuse returning
and perhaps his poems were the
Fight
Okay! Let's actually finish some stories!
Cheerful
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A:"What have I to do with the sacrednesss of traditions, if I live wholly from within" B:"But these impulses may be from below, not from above" A:"They do not seem to me to be such; but if I am the Devil's child, I will live then from the Devil"~Emerson
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As a signature, sure it is, a sign as true as a stain. As nature turns rust, anger gains.
-Me. All words are derived from the word signature. Yay.
. . . which seems to be the only fave you have? Egad! What have I unleashed?!
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The Fave Me Bunny Project
All ya gotta do is fave the bunny. That's it! No long term commitments, no scams, and no worries! Unless you want all those things, of course.
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As a signature, sure it is, a sign as true as a stain. As nature turns rust, anger gains.
-Me. All words are derived from the word signature. Yay.
Send this to at least 15 people you love, including me if you care for me!
And if you get at least 10 back, you will recieve good news within 15 minutes!
~Let's see how many hearts you get! =]
All the best. Please continue sending you're own love to those you care for.
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(Sorry for the long message)
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"Looks like the sky is crying again" - Me
"I must ask, is finding love really all THAT important?" - Me
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Furcadia: Myao Nanako
x3 I have no artistic talent. Looking for anyone willing to teach (for free, I'm poor).
There's so much out there, so much to see, not enough eyes to see it in though.
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As a signature, sure it is, a sign as true as a stain. As nature turns rust, anger gains.
-Me. All words are derived from the word signature. Yay.
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