To Live, not to ExistI would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent plant. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.--Jack London
Live with BeliefI know this now. Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing yet they give their lives to that little or nothing. But to sacrifice what you are and live without belief, that's more terrible than dying.-Joan of Arc
Happiness of Death“The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life.”-Lucan
Live your Way into the AnswerHave patience with everything in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the question now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.--Rainer Maria Rilke
Big Aventure"To die will be an awfully big adventure."- Sir James M. Barrie, Peter Pan
Life's PurposeThe purpose of life is a life of purpose.-Robert Byrne
Life is a GrindstoneLife is a grindstone,and whether it grinds you down or polishes you upis for you and you alone to decide.-Cavett Robert
Spirituality"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience.We are spiritual beings having a human experience."-Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Well:HappyAs a well spent day brings happy sleep,so life well used brings happy death.-Leonardo DaVinci
You're not a failure for failingHer small, anxious handsgrabbed the cup, a bit too largeas it slipped down and tumbled to the ground,the milky mess covering the carpet:her mother let out a disapproving sighand rolled her eyes,“Will you ever do anything right?”and that’s when she beganto limit her aspirations,so that her dreams would never be too large,so she’d never make any mistakesshe’d never again drop the cup,but she’d never have enough to drink.
fa(r)ceface me, faux pas princess;meet my eyes,take a deep breath.let's begin.where do i go in the wakeof your empty empathy embersburning through the wallsi built to hold me safe -this honesty blisters blatant,and i wonder how perceptionhas managed to fail youin such a spectacular way.face me, flighty fighter;hold my gaze,hold my gaze,only cowards look away.this is a warning,or a goodbye.if you play at salvation for long enough,maybe someday you'll be ableto save yourself.this is a machination that whirs whirlpool predictabilityand you imagine that youknow me, daydreamer -let's revise,let's rewrite;i am so much morethan definitions.face me, flickerswitch;maybe i would love you moreif the lights were out.(maybe i could love you longerif you kept your mouthclosed.)and sometimes i believethat you can only love mewhen i'm playingthe victim,because you're so busyin your role of saviourthat
that's no earthquake, it's just my trembling lipsI ama battlefieldon a fault line-desire on my tongueand indecisionstuck between my teeth-what words will my breath carrywhen the land bucklesand parts?
Two sidesA dark lifeFull of secretsHiddenBehind closed doorsA cheerful smileEmpty and fakeA maskSo others won't worry
The Jake I Chose to RememberI want to humanize you,Jake,but you werenever very goodat letting people seethe humanpast the poet.You were too busysetting your legs on fire,and boy,masturbation works for a while,but thenthe realization that you’re inthe same sheetsfrom yesterdaybackhands you.And you know, Jake,they’re legalizing marijuana now.Turns out it’s notso illegal,just the peoplewho did it were.It’s funny,or maybe it’s accurate;you did always teach me to gofor the better word.It’s accurate thatmy first and only tattooI ever wanted will have beenwritten by me, revised by youbecauseI am not what I've worn;I am who I have worn down.
crumblingscrowded house,crowded mind;you are a neglectedinfrastructure.there's a road ahead,and it's a broken-down disaster.your steps unsteady,you are opening your eyes.you are coming outof the dark.this isn't what you wanted,but it's time to revise.deterioration,decimation;you are an overrunanarchy.there's a world in you,it's not what you wanted.this isn't what you planned,but it can still bebeautiful.(re)take the city(re)claim the land(re)build.
perspectivei led the revolutionwith broken clocksand a helium balloontied to my wrist.time met me between the skyand the sea,with raindrops and roseshis weapons of choice.it's safe to say thatfive years later,i still don't knowwho won.
morningtidethis dawn i squinted intoand pushed upfrom chested seafloor.stood atop my anchorsand let heal my arch wounds.i am the sea and all thingsradiant.no mirror can contain meand no mind the same.look, my limbs havewandered this dry earth andsought out the weary dustand made lakes.i am the quench of all thingsdesperate.these days i pick myself upand plant broad fernsin my feet's absence.all of the earth blooms darlingbeneath me and through me.i am the wellspring of beautyexigent.
xanthous kingi have been madesick.stomach turned up in churning expletiveand irritated quick;lemon zest in open chestand hate's ears pricked upyearning, expectantand aggravated crick.neck angled darkly,dreck arcing from angel shardto heck if i care.fair warning:you're an excrementfaking heart and shapingtart wreckage into paper hearts.artistry in urine flex,farting in pretentious shakeand vapor. pardon the expressionbut your testament to heaven-sentand better-bredis fucked.and from my gravei see your rut.
Brave to Love“A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.” - Mahatma Gandhi