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(no subject) [Sep. 19th, 2016|04:42 pm]
Old Boy
Stepping out of the framework. What is left to us? Besides the wants. needs. aspirations of self.
The endless desire to get from one end to the other.
To eat, to view, to think, to feel.

What is left?

Is it. That which examines? But do we not examine in life?


Reaching out to you. Beyond. From the ether and endless march of time. I Edward. Call out to you.

(no subject) [Feb. 28th, 2016|12:25 am]
Old Boy
A thick paste of words. Now halting. Before, clean and concise.

(no subject) [Feb. 26th, 2016|11:36 pm]
Old Boy
I feel leaden strings pulling me into oblivion. The gray ether from which nothing returns.

But the faintest spark smoulders under the ashes. Waiting. Hoping. Dreaming.

(no subject) [Sep. 5th, 2015|12:03 am]
Old Boy
Had I just more time. Just more time. I could explore all the paths, all the wonders, all the varied and beautiful experiences of this world. When my heart is open and the way is clear.

(no subject) [Sep. 1st, 2015|03:40 pm]
Old Boy
Enduring solutions are what I want. All I see are band-aids and responses to the madness that engulfs us.

We need fundamental change. Something that will establish peace for a thousand years. Something that will end injustice. A Pax Universalis. The process being as much import as the end.

(no subject) [Aug. 29th, 2015|12:50 pm]
Old Boy
So many problems. So much horror. What can men do against such immense forces?
Famine, prostitution, violence, suicide, poverty, trafficking.

We can rise up and challenge them. Meet them in the field and should we perish trying to bring peace to humanity, then all the more honor, all the more glory to us.

Better than to add to the horrors.

I must hurry.

(no subject) [Aug. 28th, 2015|10:58 am]
Old Boy
Does success lie in suppressing or embracing ones own desires?

Is it better to go against the flinch like in Japanese martial arts, or incorporate it, like the Israeli system?

Much of my own struggle is a sine-wave of suppression, modification and liberation.
How I long to join military. To follow in the steps of my father, and his before him.
But what would that help? What just cause can I push then?
Is it not better to be a civil lawyer, working to better care for veterans, than being one myself?

(no subject) [Aug. 27th, 2015|11:58 am]
Old Boy
I'm slowly starting to realize that I must believe that there is something in all of us that cannot be ground out by circumstance. That lives on, deep beneath the roots of the oldest trees. Lingers in the air, even after the most terrible storm of wind and sulfur.

A spark, that wishes to live. That wishes to love. Learn and experience.

And though the hounds may wail and circle wild and ferocious, it's safe, and out of reach. Of the ghosts, and ghouls of our squalid past.

(no subject) [Aug. 26th, 2015|08:01 pm]
Old Boy
What drives men? What makes one man noble and the other not?
The eyes of the peasant boy bleary and red rimmed? or sharp and rebellious?
Treacherous, dangerous, stolid or steadfast?

(no subject) [Aug. 23rd, 2015|10:41 pm]
Old Boy
It's with a mixture of homey anticipation and sick nihilistic pleasure I eat this wienerschnitzel.

It takes me back to my boyhood. Rollerblading down olympic to pick up a few dogs for me and my dad.

But it also nags me, that my family has a history of diabetes and high blood pressure, and here I am stuffing my face with chili and cheese.

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