the 22nd Floor
"There are two types of poetic minds:a safe inventing fables and another ready to believe them"... Galileo Galilei
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The heart has secret sorrows,
which the world does not know.
A man often called cold, insane or mad,
when all he may be....is just sad.
As cold waters to a thirsty soul,
so is love to a starving heart.
"Life is worth living when only loving someone"
Young and full of romantic ideals.
Why can't we just live when all said and done?
Life is only worth living if you are honest with yourself.
To have clear, practical ideals,
having the necessary means to achieve an end.
Wisdom, money, methods and materials.
Adjust the means to an end,
for one to fully comprehend,
that ideals are unattainable.
Real life!..to most, a second best,
a perpetual compromise between,
the possible and the rest.
The world of pure reason,
knows no compromise, no practical limitations,
no barrier to the creative activity or personal expectations.
Where is it Im meant to be?
Who is it Im meant to see
when the world around me,
moves at a pace?
"The world is in my hands"'
and "You're young, you have all these opportunities"
if only they could understand.
I am young yes! But that's certainly not my reality.
Frustrated with the pace of life,
the want so badly for people to understand one another,
a need for all to communicate better.
With all this technology...Is that the best we can do?
Pride so often gets in the way.
The world run on a leaders' pace,
Those inept to read between the lines,
left lagging in a moron's race.
It's in Politics and everything,
it so fucken depressing.
The use of tricks, to deceive you with guile.
Shake your heads all you like,
ignorance is never out of style.
What do you see I often wonder?
All the efforts of violence are powerless to weaken truth,
it serves only to make it stronger.
Anarchists have it right in the negation of an existing order.
Violence waging war against truth,
an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
Those who succumb to the temptation,
of using force in struggle,
unborn generations you subconsciously strangle.
Recipients of a long desolate night of bitterness,
their futures an endless reign of meaningless chaos.
When man shall take no part in violence,
war will disappear.
For they will suffer every persecution,
abstention will bring them.
what we need is the assertion,
that without authority.
Better off we would be.
