Monday, September 5
Graffiti
We didnt do that in case u were wondering... In fear of stairs leading above,
rather the people up there,
speaking in incoherent half sentances,
no rhyme or metre, no meaning, no life.
Its a strange irony,
like monsters who bleed endlessly but never die soon enough,
a strange equation like the square root of negative seven.
Mathematics, how perfect yet irrational,
half practical, half imaginary
Isn't life itself the same?
half practical, half imaginary.
actions mean nothing without motive,
motive is idol talk without action.
Isn't it ironic, when perfection can be found
in something as imperfect as life?
Hows it when dwelling in bliss perfection,
everything is right, but the mind is unsound?
-jlmr
Buffed up @ 11:04 PM
Comments:
the mind cannot yet divide,
perfection and imperfection,
practicality and imagination?
verilae danate ocuji misega
the world is uncertain.
yet one chooses,
and the world divides,
meanings from value,
and values for meaning,
his for his own, derived.
this is the meaning of life.
gone and gone again,
are the days of choice and neut,
you were your choice,
you were and are your meaning,
you are your life.
haneki damasdi
your choice...
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perfection and imperfection,
practicality and imagination?
verilae danate ocuji misega
the world is uncertain.
yet one chooses,
and the world divides,
meanings from value,
and values for meaning,
his for his own, derived.
this is the meaning of life.
gone and gone again,
are the days of choice and neut,
you were your choice,
you were and are your meaning,
you are your life.
haneki damasdi
your choice...
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