Crossover

I'm standing and looking, it is December thirty and one
Almost the time to crossover to a new year of merry and rum
But still I see many marching down in pennies
All dressed up for the go, one last time for them to know

That God cares

He sits alone in heaven and missing their praises
He can't wait to welcome all and forgive their faces
They all seem so glee, believing today is the day
Of Wonder and miracle to wipe all their pain

It is almost eleven-thirty and I see many praying
casting and binding, jumping while praising
I sit and wonder why they are all so glee
Giddy and happy about this miserable three

If he didn't ease your pain the last 364
What makes today so different from his daily rapport?
Close your eyes and pray, but waiting over the hour
Are all your debts, saddened missed chances and old Mrs. Prowler

Why bother, if he is there today should not matter
Why not stay home and enjoy a cold shower?
I for one will be wanking into the year
Listening to Tim Minchin blazing ear to ear

A reboot of Christopher Hitchens and Dawkins will be read
While y'all be gucking and singing with cheers
The only sad thing about my New Year crossover with chores
Is that you are with friends and I wish I was with whores

Before you ask why am not with the whores
Look to your left, they are holding your hand in chorus




Note:
Whore here means PROSTITUTE.

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Never Feel Sorry For Trying To Live

There's this psychology that we are bound (unless by stroke of luck) to make the same mistakes in love and living like our parents showed to us.

Such truth scares me and for that reason I ask of you, look to the path before you and compare it to the path behind - to make sure you do not fall into a vicious cycle.

This sad truth falls into the poor parents are more likely to bore poor sons. Or, the love or life we chase is sometimes similar to the one we were shown and are used to growing up.

The time has come for us to take chances, reach out to fortunes we desire and never be sorry for every time you tried to improve our life and failed.

Instead, let failure be a reminder of the path behind and let the fire in the desire to be free from the path behind be to itself a fuel.

When the old talk, listen for learning not for complete emulation because how can someone who finds vision at 70 be your guide?

The only guide they have for you is, "don't wait until you are 70 to have a vision for your life."

We are told the old have wisdom on the path to follow, I dare say, they have wisdom on paths not to follow.

Wise ones, advise you based on experience of how they wasted their living being safe and not being eventful.

Foolish ones say, "look at me, don't you want to be me." I dare answer, "No, I want to discover the best thing I can be."

You can never be too old to start living, but at least never let it be said about you that, “when he was graven and old, he discovered his foolishness and became wise.”





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Why Read?

We have been fooled to believe age is directly proportional to wisdom
The aged wanting to hold on to their prestige show off virtues they lack
They do so hoping we believe age = wisdom
Wise is the man who teaches others, but learns more from his pupils

Books are always fresh, reading is the way to truly get wise
Being wise is always changing your mind when a better understanding comes to light
Foolishness is being upset when someone calls you unstable because you changed your mind
Find new books to update yourself, don’t claim to be wise on yesterday’s fact which is now today’s fiction

Never make light of statistics, they may be sad truths, but they are true
Some people always break away from the statistical truth – that is a given
Although it happens it doesn’t mean the whole study is false
No book can accurately predict anything to a 100%, any book that claims such is full of junk

Experience not age is the best teacher
If you agree to that you will also agree that you cannot experience everything there is in life
I cannot know all there is to know on being a Doctor, Lawyer and Astro-physicist in one lifetime
So, I read books on these and do research to be sure it is not junk, but a fact leading to a theory

Foolish is anyone who challenges a fact or theory because he claims the teacher didn’t experience it
As long as the foolish one cannot bring to light any other contrary evidence, he remains a fool
If anyone challenges your fact saying, “did you see it yourself, don’t believe everything you read.”
Stop the conversation there, what point is there arguing with one who believes he must experience all to believe it is true

There is a difference between fact/theory and faith
Same way there is a difference between a person's idea and philosophy
There is also a difference between fiction and true story
Never mix them up

Self-validation is no validation
A book that reference itself was written by a fool
References are needed so that you can further read more to fully grasp the writer
We will never hire a person whose references are, “me, myself and I”

The more you study the more cautious you are when addressing others
You will feel wiser when around someone who speaks with ignorance
You will be prompted to correct their ignorance and shed light
But a word of caution, you too are ignorant of many things it just so happens not of the person’s subject matter



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How I Have Chosen To Live

 

 

The environment we grow up in determines the extent we will go for pleasure and the risk we will take for having a personal pleasure story.

Life is all about having a story, life is not for living towards death.

 

You are not to spend the rest of your time on earth denying yourself all the pleasures there are because you are trying to please a society that is unaware of you.

We think to highly of ourselves sometimes, believing the world cares what we do, who we do it with and where we are.

 

We think we are so important that if we step out of “LINE” and do something the society we live in frowns on we are doomed.

 

Sorry to tell you this, you are not that important and society does not care what you do, who you are doing it with and where it is being done.

 

Never make your personal life a public fun fair, nobody needs to know what you are up to.

 

You need to make sure your life is filled with enough laughable regrets (not sorrowful regrets, there is a difference) that when you sit back and remember you smile to yourself.

Let it be that when you reminisce on your life, it will be a personal joke between you and you, stop caring what society will think, you are not that important.

 

 

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Drowning

There's nothing left to hope, not another
Each seed is there rotting to a different color
Then from the window I saw and felt so light
Lighter than the bud could get me or the bottle that was empty
The sight of you had me cramped until I walked up and said hi

Each night was me and you remember
I could watch and listen to you be, forever
Then one day life came and made me an offer
One to which I refused, as no dawn or dream is worth being without you

Remember each day we count down to the day we get made
I never felt so good
Recall each May, we celebrate the day we began this thing called me and you
Now it's getting late and only beeps are left to stay
I'm back to the rotting hopes on the shelf

I'm reaching wide to grab a good tomorrow
hoping that hope will spare me the sorrow
The flight I felt when with you, cannot be drowned by the buds and drinks

I'm starting to see there's no turning back
They want to end the beeps and put your heart in a bag
Now it will beat in the chest of another, it is time I say goodbye to my lover

But can you hear my voice and recall the days we have spent, each time
The dancing in the fields and the bad lyrics we filled each night sky
The jumping and the pool, the walks with the moon
How can I get through life with no you

I'm joining you on this climb to forever, it will be you and I
There's no point waiting for the rainbow after the rain has stopped its yawn
We were meant to be forever and we are going to be together
I'm taking this leap knowing I can't swim, it will not be long

With this leap I have made, I stare in amaze as I sink with no struggle
Getting closer to you by each bubble I see a light... deep in the hustle
It is you with your smile, in yours I will drown. What a pretty sight to end this struggle.