Transcendentalism
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Cheering, they chant for the one they want
Prince! Prince! Prince!
Who is the prince that they want?
When i feel lost,
I feel sad, or happy, or thoughtful,
I simply walk on the beach.
The seasalt air circles me,
Hovering and holding promises of adventures.
Speak to me
Emerson & Thoreau
Speak to me
Let me be alone with the stars
I am me, no imitation
Obeying my inner voice,
there is the power of man
and there is the will of God
when the two do not pursue the same method
tragedy is necessary
I am a tragedy;
Look past the outskirts of the town of stray men
Where none think to trod
A black wall caging in the livestock
All together lost within an arbitrary boundary
Run blindly past the seam of shadow and light
If you had asked me a couple months ago the question “What is the one thing or one person you could not live without,” I would have answered, without hesitation or doubt in my mind.
I would have told you it was him.
Dear sweet and putrid Flower
I find myself riveted by your solitude.
And there is no better method for passing the day
In this jail-cell we call freedom
It did not feel like it should be snowing,
but it was.
The air was almost warm,
my jacket was open.
Walking along the dark dirt path
I saw
They say beauty is only skin deep.
And that true beauty is fitted to the soul.
To these I might agree.
For simple beauty is not but a visual stimuli that releases dopamine.
I stand upon a Cliffside,
Watching the hard white waves stride.
When I hear someone call me from my side;
I turn and meet a glare with their sunset eyes.
They cast my gaze to a valley side,
These humble teeth and tongue
clatter
in vain to articulate the
fascination,
inspiration,
and empowerment I derive endlessly from my own mortality,
unable to comprehend this yet personal and
Close the wealth inequality gap
Educate the people and give them clean water,
food, housing, and stable employment.
Help the people who cry out loud
Free the ghettos of an oppressed crowd
From the day you were born,
you've been feeling vile scorn,
for the future they say is so bright.
The school that you stay in,
The church that you pray in,
Just trying to snuff out the light.
Without sight or scent;Formless; Lacking frameYou none would dare rejectBut neither could they claim.
Soil is black, trees are brown.
What's new in town?
Smog fills your eyes.
Look, look at this beautiful sky.
Grass is green, soft and lush.
While your feet are sounding against the grounding.
I don’t want to do life today
So I think I’ll just lie here
I’ll be a Neo-Nietzsche
Since life won’t do me either
What good is a body
That only sees despair
It’s not white or phallic
