Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our greatest fear is that we are more powerful than we can imagine.

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The plainness of life

It is an irony that you gear up up for problems,
Only to have nothing to say when you encounter them.

When you are prepared to face the problems of life,
It is too late to articulate words.

That time is not in your heart to say,
But plunders your mind of what was wasted,

The lack of touch in all walks of life.

If man is to find meaning, it is out of none.
If man is to seek truth, it is what he grasps.
If a man is to find love, it is what he can’t grab.

The regret of what could have been dear to his heart,
Even though he owned none of it.

No worries of destiny betrothed on my lap,
Though I do not worry about the hardships of being taught.

The Crusade of my will to gain a heart, a soul, a mind.

I will forever looks where there isn’t.


The alieness of love’s touch

There is not a song in my heart which plays an effect.

There is not a line in between the great modesties of explanations.

Neutrality dictates and holsters me,

Its voice beacons in trap cages of darkness and guilt.

Nothing ever gives what it takes,

Whether it be the death of a friend or the infatuation of a woman,

Her fiery temperament resting on the gaze of her warm smile.

I have nothing to give, nothing to seek, nothing to stare at,

And I think the irony is lost in that statement.

For, if I can not so much as hear the glistening soul of glass shattering,

Without its repercussions glaring instinctively,

I cannot be fond of natures gaze on my arm,

It’s warmness which fondled the texture of my skin.

So now I must turn away to see what I can grasp,

Nothing behind to grasp at me,

The currents of life tearing dearly at each other,

Not for me to know