Being (Version 2, Edited)

Live to love, fight to hug
Be the one…

Live to love, fight to hug
Be the one…

The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.

They tell you to be or not to be, that is the question
But can they even answer it?
Shrouded in mystery, yet ever insatiable
The way that I look to it confuses me
Puzzles me
Dazzles me
The mystery….

The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.

Individuality…can this be the key to the complexity?
The quest only results in alienation
The lack of communicable satisfaction
Culture, Culture, Society
Going against individuality
But is this being truly free?

Must you follow in order to be?
Oh, the epitome of individuality
The words that shape definity
Yet ever so frequently lack true clarity

I’m workin’ till 4, 4, 4 in the afternoon.
The depth hits me like a giant monsoon
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?

Is this truly me?
What does it even mean to be?
Must I exist simply, merely?
Or can I be he who stands clearly, sincerely?

The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.

Being, its surely a beautiful thing
Can you describe it, the art of being?
One moment I dream of kings
The next, perhaps a sting
The next, I am only being

But can you only be?
Oh, then why don’t you think quickly
Time slips away faster than a decaying tree
What does it take to set one free?

The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.

We take time, construct it to fit
It acts as a prison, dutifully a duality split
We live not as the moment may permit
Only to the future do we submit, commit

What is the cost of such?
Don’t you think it’s a bit much?
People forget the past, for them its only a crutch
The future lies ahead, in things they can touch

Nearing twenty years of education
Supposed to love to learn, why?
Isn’t everyone supposed to someday lie, to ascend up into the sky?
Take a look into my eyes
Then glance over at what seems to be the prize
Don’t get blinded by its guise, or even sensationalize

Take a look into my eyes

For me, to be exists not so precariously
Anything but love is unsatisfactory
I live for you even if you don’t live for me
After all
For me, to be exists not so precariously
Let me be the one who sets you free

The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.

Live to love, fight to hug
Be the one…

Be the one who is,
The one who loves
The one who tries and subsequently never dies…

The Most Interesting and Amazing Piece Ever Placed on a Standardized Test Ever

Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586)

Astrophel and Stella I

1 Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
2 That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,--
3 Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
4 Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,--
5 I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe;
6 Studying inventions fine her wits to entertain,
7 Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow
8 Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburn'd brain.
9 But words came halting forth, wanting invention's stay;
10 Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows;
11 And others' feet still seem'd but strangers in my way.
12 Thus great with child to speak and helpless in my throes,
13 Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite,
14 "Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write."

The Curiosity of the Human Condition in the Modern World

Today, we live in a world of the nearly entirely technological, a world which exists almost solely on an impersonal level. The media appeals to the masses, a substitute for the truth in actuality, an abstract construct which subtly influences the minds of each and every human being attached in some way, shape or form to society. In this society, this mass media, the core of the human being is lost, or at least eludes most. I believe the core of the human being to be love and relation, relations which stretch from family love to friendly love and even all the way to love of all things natural. This love, though, the very core of being itself, becomes lost in the business of everyday life and the sheath which the mass media creates over human nature itself.

The problem lies not entirely in the entity performing the blinding, though, it additionally lies in those who are rendered blind by the issue. For these individuals are not entirely blinded but choose to be blinded, choose to ignore blatant issues at hand. They try not to see through the masks of politics and the media but embrace those masks as the truth. In this very acceptance of falsehood, the ignorant and continually ignoring human denies real issues at hand in the world today, those of poverty, lack of love and what I would call subservient approval of the masses.

There are those who choose to act and those who choose not to act. I will do everything in my power to enlighten those humans dethroned by the false head of the American media. I, proudly, am an actor (or so I like to think). Put away your cell phone, get off your computer (as I write this on a computer...), set aside your work and forget about fashion. Love your fellow individual – love all.