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Odes to my coy mistress. Metaphysical poetry updated weekly. New entry

Dead Disco

written by owen, Wed, 21st Jun 2017 at 11:19 am

I am churning through the year - words have become hard. 2 months so far and I am not even sure the year has even started. Well make that 4 months and another circle around the sun. Time makes you bolder for sure but I smarter? I do not know.

"I will love till the end of time" is probably all that I can promise nowadays as I walk through metal detectors. The words I said could be silver. I am still getting called weird alot and I am not sure about it or anything at all. Am I still loving in the wrong way? How can a man love like that? Tina Turner.

Most times I just want to go home and sleep away my troubles or do what I like. If you insert yourself into the struggle you might be setting up yourself for a war. I thought the point was for your days to go easy. What is anything worth, time, space, bueaty, monkeys, salvation, freedom and what are you willing to pay for it? What are you willing to give up. As I always say; if it makes you happy.

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Ruby

written by owen, Sat, 20th May 2017 at 9:47 pm

I am hyper aware of my own mortality, the number of branches that are in my tree. The world around me lives only by grace. We are not special. This has only gotten worse as I get older and my tolerance level has changed to the point where I have to see five steps down the road or I am not even going to jump on that train to hell that you are so passionate about.

Fools and charlatans are now growing out of the woodwork like a fungus, while I am simply trying to get through the day. A train to wreck. They say we should all strive to be like Jesus but I am a humble man; knowledge, wisdom and understanding are all I seek. I solve problems and time is money.

At some point in time you have to stop chasing society because you never really catch it. If a hand dem a bruk then you will have to pop necks to keep up, shake them down and break them like bread. There is no end, the more you have - the more you want and the more you give the more they take.

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Oceans

written by owen, Wed, 10th May 2017 at 4:52 pm

It has been roughly a month since I have written anything. Literally constipated does not even describe the state I am in. I have not been spreading my passions even. Allowed myself to be highly focused on an impossible mission while neglecting my numerous other pursuits. I must stop but I cannot like a monkey in a forest with infinite trees. Chaos reaching out and grabbing me by the neck.

You have to spend your life doing something. It is clearly obvious that nothing really matters and people are just building little world blankets in which to wrap themselves into while everything else burns by the heat of the sun. I am the king of my own little world and everyone else is wondering how much income tax I am charging my citizens. I am not charging them anything. I am just really bad at it. We are just chilling out here trying to find out the best way to escape or achieve ultimate knowledge, wisdom and understanding. Obviously we are not perfect and might never be.

I just had to push this one out, like a baby 3 months overdue. I have a splitting headache and I am not sure if its the words or the fact that I did not take my lunch time break to stare into the distance. I am almost done. Just another sentence. Publish or perish. I have a few unfinished trees which I need to climb but for now I will settle with just this one until I get the will to let go and move on.

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Panda

written by owen, Thu, 23rd Feb 2017 at 12:15 pm

Lately I have tried but I have fallen into a group of people who have no opinions on anything at all. Idle chatter is the new hanging out on the corner. They never know what they are doing but know everything that they should have done had they had foresite enough to actually think about life in the present instead of going around talking in circles. Miss me wid dat.

In a world of limited reasources it all comes down to how much you are willing to sacrifice to get what you want. How deep are you willing to swim? The wars the you are willing to start in order to win the future and live forever. Why do you do it? Build a ship only to wreak it on the shore.

Its a wicked game. I have to be constantly aware that I do not know everything at every moment of the day. I might be forgetting to do something at this very moment as I type - the world may be on fire. Is this the way to love? But I must carry on, I must strive ever forward.

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O Sailor

written by owen, Tue, 31st Jan 2017 at 8:35 am

I often go back and listen to some of my favorite songs and try to hold the thoughts and times in my head concurrently. The happiness and sadness and wonder and mystery. All the love I had in my mind. I am a lucky man. It would be easy to try to go back to that place but I am old now. I must move ever forward. I embrace the memories like a old friend whos name I have long forgotten. Everyday is a winding road. We are truly lucky.

Young people tend to look at life as a destination - a point at which they reach happiness. But as I get older I see that you are never truly ready for happiness. Shadow boxing. Happiness happens. Everyday, all around you. Finding the happiness in every moment is the real challenge. You will see it if you stop chasing down the future. Be consistent, be focused and waste not.

My missing brother showed up last weekend back with his old routine. Some people cannot be saved. It is not about love. Well at least he is alive and apparently well. Everyone is looking for someone to save them - someone to make them happy but it has all been done before. I cannot save everyone, not even myself. You have to find your own way.

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