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The ramblings of the brain in a single night
A collection of bad poetry

Distilling summer dreams steals magic
Evaporating imagination
Spring softly sings to creation
Creation hungers for motivation
The sun of summer cracks drive
not just your dashboard
Nothing is so silly
as a productive summer.


Some time ago
poetry and emotion were wed.
So why do I struggle with verse?
Maybe I can feel, after all.


My dog is curled on the floor
The chair just sits where it always has
All scratched up.
The stereo is playing some music
But I can't hear it.
There is no sound
In one moment's time.


I have so many questions.
So many.
What pisses me off
Is that there are no answers.
Everyone says God knows everything.
But there are so many questions
Without a right or wrong answer.
So what is God's answer?
If even God can't be right all the time
Then why is he so much better than us?
Seems more lifelike all the time.
Or less real.
Still don't know what to believe.
Never will.


Is this the way to live?
And who am I asking?
Can anyone answer?
Everyone will.
That I know.
Thing is,
noone knows anything
Thing is,
noone notices
Those that do,
don't remember
Was I saying something?


How can you have fun
when you don't know how?
You can't get taught.
Noone talks to those who don't know
Sort of like weighing 800lbs.
You can't get out of bed.
You can't lose weight until you get up.
You just plain lose.
Question is
How the hell did you get here?

Belief

Science speaks tones of ambiguity
No fact
No certainty
Lonely observation
Even the ripple of the butterfly
Can reshape observation.
I am one of the believers
Not one speaking certainties
I adore no Book.
Something slyly hints of more...
and I believe.
Only I don't know what in.


What is the meaning of life?
What's the goal?
Is it more right to want happiness
or to achieve potential?
Do the two go hand in hand?
What if not?
Or is the question of right frivolous?
We have morality.
It's built in.
Does this correspond to physical reality?
Our idea of what is right and wrong, or norms is real.
Even animals know right and wrong.
But this is psychological.
But is psychology physical?
Are ideas real?
People study this, I just realized. I wonder if they get paid.