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TAA Lit Assignment 1 LATEThough at times he seems devoid of humor and is more often seen lost in books than anything else, Donald is endlessly fascinated by all that life has to offer. The only word that can fully encompass this young man, relentlessly striving towards goals beyond his grasp, is: Fool.
He is fascinated by subjects across the board: reaching into academia; delving into visual arts; but planted firmly in performance. He studies Scandinavian folklore and myth, can read the runes fluently, delves into psychological theory and discussion with the best of them, works with leather, and can often be found at the beach practicing with the sling he made.
The many difficulties he has faced in life have done nothing to slow him down, but have in fact only furthered his progress and solidified his determination. The emotional crises' have taught him to care for himself and his heart, his deteriorating bones led him to develop a healthy lifestyle, and failed friendships urged him towards learning excellent
Pratice in PPerhaps this pounding pain, my
purpose-driven privilege, which
prevails upon my senses is
preparing me for my
perilous journey into
places past this
physical plane. A place where
planets collide in
post-apocalyptic glory, where the people's
primary service is the
power of love, and the
pretense of power. The
praising the procrastination of
procreation, projects the prominent
prohibitory promenade. The
passionate politician passes the
professional poet who
professes prognostic profanity
profusely in profound periods. He
propels propaganda promiscuously. I
ponder, perhaps he speaks prophetically? His
propositions protract throughout my
protesting thoughts. But, before these
proverbs reached puberty A
published work is pushed into my
pulsating palm, precariously, by a one-eyed
pastor. He winks, or blinks, before
pouncing upon the practicing prattler and
places one palm on the
pranksters heart. The
prophets eyes, once ablaze with
Night TravellerI envy you,
frozen in the night.
That my smile
would last as long
Teach me to grin,
Watcher of the night,
share your joy
who gazes back.
Watcher of the night,
teach me to grin, and share your love
with one who gazes back
Share your smile with me,
and I'll share mine
with the world.
YearlyWhen Winter's waters ebb and flow,
When Spring time lovers come in droves,
When Summer's sky is painted blue,
When Autumn's leaves dwindle from view;
Then you shall find me,
Scene from 'An Angry Rant'I've always sought new way to experience this life, so graciously given to me by Gaia. New ways to experience, to love, to share and to create. The opportunities of this lifetime are astounding, held back only by lack of motivation, by the clouded minds that blind themselves to the true beauty this world provides.
Life is such a wondrous period of time, every second breath flows through us is a miracle compounded by thousands of miracles. A miracle this planet is the exact distance from the sun, which gives off the exact amount of heat, on a planet that spins at the exact right speed and tilt under an ozone that holds the exact atmospheric conditions needed to sustain life. The exact amount of land to water, the exact plants to clean the air we breath, the animals that nurture and guide us, the forests that protect us and the mountains that inspire us...
This world is a bloody wonder, and billions of people take that for granted.
Mother My LoveO, Mother!
Why don't you see?
Take your head from your hands
and please, notice me!
See me dancing in the sky!
But still you are unhappy-
Tell me, why do you cry?
Is it for the children
marching on to war?
Or is it the starving orphans
your tears fall for?
I'll save them,
I promise you this;
Just to make you happy
I'll fill this whole world with Bliss!
I'm fighting the good fight,
I won't quit till I'm through.
Mother, won't you smile?
I'm doing this for you...
Mother, keep breathing,
I'm not ready for you to go.
My whole life is to make you happy,
or didn't you know?
Mother, if you can hear me;
Tell Father I'm coming in a while.
But first I must save this world
for the Memory of your smile.
Friday Night SermonWelcome to our church,
our fine congregation!
Of good-standing youths,
out to change this Nation.
Our values are challenged,
our Freedom denied,
the government consists
of politicians who've lied.
What is our purpose?
Why are we here?
To bring equality to life
and eliminate fear.
Why a woman can't go out
at three in the morning:
Because with every man she sees
comes a new warning.
I have grown tired
of Fat Men swollen with greed
growing large from the profits
stolen from those in need.
I don't know about you,
but I am not going to quit
Till Respect is given freely
and no one is treated like shit.
So stand up beside me
and let our voices ring.
Let's remove this mentality of hate
as we dance and we sing.
The Cherry Tree SpeaksThe Cherry Tree speaks
in terms white-pink.
'Lie with me' it says,
Let me protect and please your senses
as you prostate yourself beneath me.
Curl under my arms, inhale the sweet toxins
from the exquisite fog device in hand.
Watch its remains dance before you
in the wind, still hearing the music
of your lungs.
Wisping away into Nothingness
where you will soon follow.
But not yet,
net yet will you leave me...
Let us enjoy each other's
prescence a little longer.
Lie with me, your personal
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