If an author I was to sit and write delicately formulated words to have myself heard as Politicians are I'd maybe run for some leadership role within my community board If an author I was to have many read my personal thoughts of how life is so dreadly grey or blissfully gay I might run for Council member for District 3. If an author I was to have my name in Publication under a Title to share what ever it might be that I wanted to share, i might feel understood. If an author I was to write facts of what was then I'd be an historian and not an author.
replete, complete deplete the impeach take time to gather meat and with meets eat meat. 1, not for me 2, barely scrapes my feet 3, maybe there is something 4, go back to 1 and repeat. life is how I see not to your eyes but to my feet where I walk I take a seat and from there I become more of me 1, not for me 2, barely scrapes my feet 3, maybe there is something 4, go back to 1 and learn some more. outwardly cheery inwardly frustratingly. inwardly desperately seeking outwardly outwardly outwardly surely there is more than these. with more luxuries spending sprees to which 1 is not for me 2, barely scrapes my feet 3, maybe there is something 4, go back to 1 and repeat.
telescopes microscopes monocles and binoculars remote ignition automatic sliding doors glass ceiling floor door entrance foyer exit waiting room tables seats chairs tea cups plastic cups saran wrap aluminum foil glass tomorrow today yesterday this hour next past next year another number clean safe healthy able living horses stable ranch farm hands love ease comfort pain gain many eyes feet mine thine if you know what these mean stop. 21st century author ... that's all.
[Verse 1: David Gilmour & Richard Wright] Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of l(a)ying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is (short) long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun [Verse 2: David Gilmour & Richard Wright] And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over Thought I'd something more to say ["Breathe" reprise: David Gilmour] Home, home again I like to be here when I can And when I come home cold and tired Its good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells words added... https://genius.com/Pink-floyd-time-lyrics time to kill, today?
Minds that desire to do something to entertain their lives to do something besides nothing, nothing, nothing. All is nothing. daily nothing shop work school home here there them they all is nothing meaningless and nothing. same same same all is nothing.
I've got no meaning my life it lives but I have no meaning to live daily nothing daily nightly nothing nightly my life has no meaning of why I'm living.
marriage, marriage work, work life, life travel, travel all is nothing.. meaning-less nothing marriage. the other is the same work, work life, life travel, travel in part in blindness to cover up this understanding that without the cover i live without meaning. the life of the sole person without something will have the nothingness that leads to time being spent wondering to where should I entertain my life with something? O'! O', dear True. Answers are also something.
Greed? That, too, is something. Out of all the somethings why do I choose the answers and greed to give me meaning? Give me a line and I'll share a thought for a dime. The drugs don't make me to come alive The drugs, themselves, are alive, alive, alive. They speak, they walk, they share they think, they whisper, they see they agree, they laugh, they wonder why. Why do you let them think of me in you in such lies? Live, live, live.. be free as I If walls could speak they'd also speak
So why do I choose the friends of synth my friends, is it that difficult to understand? So off into my own I go... I'll be known. Even after the party has ended and all has gone my dearest friend still laughs and understands. So I fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Not only to men nor women but to any who allow themselves to fall prey to the whispers they heard and chased. their world is within their body 5 foot 5 maybe 6 foot 3 it isn't discriminatory. little children, they say, have invisible friends that tell them stories and things. Could it be? Just could it, possibly be that a member in that house entertains? doctors call it crazy. or sometimes, current. it wasn't current then but it's current now.
Or.... could this physical human life be the best that G-d........ could give to us as an inheritance........ even after working and engineering and planning and designing...... from infinite time in the past???????????? Could the most ancient .... .most fundamental energy life form in the universe / Multiverse........ be watching us humans more intently than just about any other life form...?????? Could it be partly that by having volunteered to go down into four dimensional space - time....... we volunteered to carry a very difficult cross..... and become a spectacle to angels....... and fallen angels.... and other humans.... and ghosts... .fallen and saints??????? Not to mention Watchers and aliens????? https://www.near-death.com/reincarnation/experiences/mellen-thomas-benedict.html#a05 ..... ..... ....
I heard a man scream No words but thought Splattered mind paint on walls he made If he had only known Had he known If only he had thought in depth Seeing beauty in his breath Exhaling peace until his death But, No If only he had known
