My patience will never wane.
My loyalty will never fail.
My gratitude will never cease.
My time is now yours. I'm awake. I'm alive.
My fire will never die.
My truth will never shrink.
My faith will never sully.
You think its weird: that I call with nothing to say, or that I enjoy it.That's what life is--enjoyment.I think it's weird if you dont enjoy it, or that even if you do, you still won't answer.
If I disappear from this videogame where we met, just know I'm on a perilous journey someplace; alone and scared, perhaps, but conquering nonetheless. Nonbelievers need someone to lead them, and if you won't trust me, I have nothing keeping me from risking it all on a filthy savage.
Best believe though, I hope to come home and find you there.
Guys say what they mean. You think he didn't mean it? He may've been playing coy, but he meant it. He said something dumb? No, that was truth--it just came off sounding stupid. Oh well, at least he said it.
If he doesn't say what he means, he isn't a man, he's a mouse. Aiming to please, pleases no one.Just stick with what you know.Preach, brother.
Most men dont know their opinions are so powerful; they're the one thing women give a shit about. Not jewelry, or love or amazing experiences. Men's opinions-that's what women want.
The reason we usually can't remember our dreams is because they're so intense.
The power of limitless possibility overtakes us as our eyes remain closed and our outsides quiet.
When the imagined reality is brought to the front of our attention, there is no comparing it to any other...
The creative mind, lost in some excellent clarity...
It's a renegade trade being made trying to stay creative
It's a one-way ride on a do-or-die line to find time
What I talk about
What it is
What's the higher truth?
What's it to you?
What brought you here?
What made you care?
For the first time I'm not stashing re-up cash in a bedroom closet of my mommas house; hiding in my room every morning from the delineations of the enumerated powers on the other side of the door, keeping pace with the riff-raff.
I'm making limitless choices, like: who to cover, when and where to show up, what to say, how to speak and why;
Canceling my complex, feeling renewed--more accomplished than I ever thought possible.
Yea, I've multitasked with the best of 'em; and now it's time to do one thing better than the rest of 'em--live.
Ones secret desire to harbor self-hating insecurities manifest in what one makes easiest for others to wish on them--that which one excels at, yet portrays passively for the ingredients benefit--that which one attracts most basically due to a deep-set need to improve rather than accept; that we are imperfect, without love. And so we must ask after each battle, as we untangle pride with ego reduced to mangled ruin, Why focus on those negatives, that only seem so well to reject?
"This is a mean old world to try and live in all alone"-Sam Cooke
Pondering misaligned attempts of boastfulness.
By definition, must they return to haunt?
War begets war.
Bad begets bad, and so on...
Anything done, people may flock to--they sense, understand, have practiced, and want to the best!
I've caught myself people-watching
Thinking "I can mimic that."
Yes, we all can.
We share a circle.
Some call it a path.
Consider the great feelings we possess:
To know and sense good; To feel it
To understand it, as well as do it...
To know good we must know the loss of good--the thing we hate most--I call, "Malice".