ThoughtFul Happy Daze

Bright Eyes - Going for the gold. Lyrics here.

I guess I can't understand your way God. How you can be so giving and taking, and still be right?

              I feel that I am experiencing something that most are not. I believe that I have some insight on about this world and to whatever lays beyond it. In short terms, there is definitely something bigger than us out there. Whether or not you believe they are omnipotence/ omniscience/ omnipresence/ or etcetera... they truly do exist; it's not just us. 

             Now to each their own, because we all know that this is a sticky conversation.. a lot of feelings and ideas come about, but the key point I want to stress is this: If an idea is logical, and provable, and/or non-disprovable... then give the idea a chance, and not rule it out. That's all I'm asking. No one can prove that this all works one way and not another; this is all speculation. Have a little imagination people, and stay open-minded. Respect each other's ideas, like you would like your own to be respected.  

              I may be a bit jumpy in this writing, because this is really all just a string-train of thoughts. Basically all I want to accomplish is that you as a person believe that there is more.. really just poking at the Atheist out there with that. How could there not be more? Gah. Oh another thing, if you have a problem, comment, question or what have you.. please by all means let us have at it. Know that I won't be able or rather don't want to nitpick too much and cover all the "what if's" or "wait now I don't get how's" or "what did you mean's". We are here for some reason, there is a higher power out there.. life happens, we die, we move on.. in some fashion; we move on to the next "stage" or "level." We were not here forever.

You are able to live on by surviving through the windows to our hearts.

            While we are here I think it is our purpose to learn, to grow, and to expand. When life gives you lemons, you are able to make lemonade. Not saying you have to search for every "silver-lining" or reason, but they do exist. I mean really, how often have you searched for a needle in a haystack? You'd kill yourself. I guess that's how magnets first became popular eh? Everyone losing their needles in their haystacks... hate it when that happens. 

See that glass half full.

 “Nobody is completely useless – if nothing else, you can always serve as a bad example.”

              Karma, does exist. At least at it can be seen always as a perfectly balanced-fashioning system. Every action, has an equal and opposite reaction. If I haven't said it all ready, Everything happens for a reason. Some call it the "Butterfly Effect." One choice affects all of the others.

                You can't describe great cosmic significance to a simple earthy event. Coincidence is all it ever is. And most moments go ignored. But we are making history here people, it's all about are you willing to take the time to observe. Every moment anyone has ever experienced, or have never experienced...happened because of a chain events leading up to that
 end result. Of course it is easy to see an example like: You never brush your teeth, and you end up with gingivitis.

Run Shaw, run, fiddle that tongue

Cast your ears down out of sight

Run Shaw, run, twiddle your thumbs

Flight Boy!, Flight!

Talk Show, talks, Eve crumbles Eden

Futures fly past after mumbling "Eaten"

Fingers taste bitter sweetness of succumbed yum

Talk Show, talks, so we have become, we have become

Do you think the reason Asians have slanted eyes is because the sun rises in the East?

I can't explain how I am feeling right now, I.. it's too complex. I feel like a string of paradoxes, tangled in loops; everything has a different meaning, but it all means the same. I just can't get away from it. I feel like I am alone in space.. don't get me wrong, it's a great view, and I can see everyone from out here, but I feel isolated. Maybe it's just me playing tricks on myself, and I'm just a fool. In hindsight I'll know that I can't complain too much. I take great pride in my personality, and I build who I am. I'm not always happy with myself, but everyone has their problems right? Fix them. Do Et! Nowz. Please? Okay, good. Thanks, bye.

What does that really mean? Why do we say it? Why not have a good rest of your life? ? ? WHY SAY HAVE A GOOD DAY? I just don't get it.. do you? You do? Shit dawg, teach me. Oh.. what's that? I ain't your dawg? Hell.. even Jesus is my dawg. He treats me right, why can't you? Boo hoo? Fool. Cap yo'self.

^--- For that I have no excuse.

I'd like to think that it is a bit more personal to say day, it lets the mind focus on a shorter increment of time rather than all of one's future. The brain can only handle so much until it becomes inefficient, this is what separates the vital from the unnecessary, and where things tend to go not the way you expected. I start over here and end over here, it just doesn't make sense. Some would call it finding ways to occupy your time waiting on a queue to pop. /shrugs. Just another day in the life of Taylor.

You are bigger than me

The feeling is just so welling

Sorry that it is so thick

It sounds like a good cover for heaven forbid whatever could happen.

Less Broadly.

White matches, people flirting, fine wicks, light conversing, tall tail, lust overriding, long rails, quit roasting, there is not another mother I'd like to fuck here, quit boasting, it's not like your father is here, quit joking, it's not good for your opening, try another friend, and see what he's choking, toaking, holding, down against his leg, his pockets bulging, trying to find another way to pass through in blaze, growing, showing no attention to those blowing it all up, screwing up his days, his dreams, his life's cream filling

His Lover's Loser

Yup that is me

You know what God is waiting for? Me to stop triple thinking everything that goes through my mind. Everything that is said is to make everything alright. Fine is never good enough, but I'll take okay. It's about growing up, blossoming into ourselves as individuals. I'm at the peak of 21, so I think.. but believe in me I am reaching for 23.

Our senses(experience) work like gears on a wheel and make you feel the way you do.

I

Is

Ish

I see

I them

I am the

I am more

I am lames

I live simple

I can change

I am surrounded

I am not the wiser

I am breaking away 

I want to share my voice, because that is where I am weak the most

I feel that if I could share that, it would change the world for the better

I know that if things are better that I will be happy, and we all want that

I assure you that if I am happy, that you are happier, some call it contagious

I need the feeling, I desire the warmth that a smile brings in my cheeks and heart

I realize that I can not live forever, but in a small window of time; it may be one where I belong

I dwell in a space in my mind, where the only thing I am not is everything all around myself

I will never be conscious of the peak of my potential, to be on that level of creativity is god-like
And only then, do I have to look down, or loose them below me; all of you, my only friends.

I won't ever have the right words to say what I mean, so why stop now?

Your jaw clinches with acceptance, your cheeks swell with red

Your eyes follow through, your lips quiver, and all is said

The letters fall into white space like former fingers hit with haste,

copy and paste

"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known."
 

It's how you put it that makes all the difference. 

I pray for a change.("Praying instead of.." or "..wanting change")

If you mess up, it's okay, you just have to start again.

You are my demon counterpart

You were my lioness

We seek through each others eyes

You let me see down your red dress

Who I am? I ask you.

You follow through with a forget-me-not

You dance on broken wings

We stare down each others' glare

I spit out your golden ring

Who am U? I plead please.

Eleven:Two two

I am the man who keeps it tidy

Hey, because it's you (ticks tongue and hand motions 2 pistols shooting)

How is the gun treating you

Finagle

There lays an island in the desert, somewhere between something and imagination land

The long days seem to open and they all seem to end, with just another hard foot dug within the sand

And while the crushing tides decide the way of it all, the people have begun to solve the Titan's ancient riddle

After years of receding, teaching, and increasing waves of generations passed through the clouds of the Great Remembrall

As we all fall back to our childhood dolls, we find while hugging and squeezing the last drop out of the sun's signal

Dreams please ride the waves of our minds, like my heart does around these flying blind lines

And lead them both to the end peacefully, within the sea, and beside me.

Are my memories anything really, or am I just seeing through your projection completely

I'm sitting in a dream, listening to the leaves, and the pages turning my memories

Calling from the roots of the trees I see.. a vivid light ahead of me. I go into, but not too far, it does not take me completely. I am on a threshold, I am at a choice, now or never sort of gig.. what do I do? I think to myself, well I know what is behind me.. but the forward is unknown.. I think it's safe to say, here is to the rest of my new life.

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