Friday
Ratio:Forks
It has become apparent that there is a flow
a jetstream
a wave
to creating things that satisfy the mind
The majority of the work isn't in the execution
it lies in preparation
the logical layout of steps
discipline to follow your own blueprint
Wednesday
Past Present Future
Sometimes I miss thingsNostalgia? Orhappily remembering ponies
The future is but a dreamnothing ever certainexcept death it seems
NowA present so preciseit never ever happenshappened
Tuesday
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Wednesday
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I Saw a Beautiful Thing Today
I saw a beautiful thing today
and I call it freedom
Twirling whirling
lying about photographs
snapping like there's
no tomorrow ever
filled with repression and hatred
I saw a beautiful thing today
and I call it freedom
Vestiges from traditions
of some point indeterminable
just remnants evolved
into style and comfort
like the privacy of one's real home
I saw a beautiful thing today
and I call it freedom
I have no words for how
heartwarming and proud I
beamed across space and time
to formally welcome and acknowledge
all the hard work in full fruition
I saw a beautiful thing today
and I call it freedom
Thursday
6.21.13
I cannot see anything
anymore I believe
Old eyes betraying
Old ideas belaying
With blindness comes
a fear so new and present
Knots are sometimes
tied far too tightly
to see through, admittedly
Anymore in the dark
The hubris of youth
and its scathing talents
So I have to rely
on other senses
And the senses of others
Tuesday
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