The Poet Enters

I believe in ideas, and the power of them. I believe we should respect the damage they can cause, while acknowledging the great things which they can create. I truly hope that we learn to build upon good ideas, and reject those ideas, which can only produce sorrow and grief.

There are times when say we will get things done, and there are times when we actually get them done; what will today bring forth?

My thoughts and feelings echo silently in the void of indifference and ill-regard.

How can you confront the past, when you are unwilling to confront the present?

Maybe there are no new ideas, or no new goals to achieve; maybe we should just deal with the ones, which have been left uncompleted.

We are only in this together, if we are seeking the same goals.

I am always seeking a pleasant plane of existence; excuse me, if I am expecting it from my life.

No one needs to be a hero to treat someone decent; you only need to be nice.

Maybe we should wake up to the reality, instead of wishing it away.