Decoding

A pretense of poetry

The world in a word

Capture the instant

Crystallize emotion

Painting big bridges

In small brush strokes

Yet the secret remains

We fill-in the rest

With our hearts

And in our heads

For The Want Of Art

Hitler nailed upon a swastika cross

Arian martyr, mistaken messiah

Vainglorious zealot, egomaniac

Delusional occultist and mad man

Set upon a chaotic, genocidal path

When his youthful, artistic dreams

Were quashed instead of nurtured

By narrow-minded, judgmental authority

That fatefully deemed him not worthy

To follow his muse, to pursue beauty

So, rejected and hurt, he turned away

To find another, terrible way to go

And the whole world paid the price

Random Tweets of Mine (https://twitter.com/BuddhaRolls)

Music is the best description I’ve ever heard of a soul.

To know how much music matters, try to imagine life without it.

The Creationist argument reminds me of when a kid asks the parent, “Why?” and the parent replies, “Because I SAY do, THAT’s why!”

Michigan is where God high-fived the Earth.

Though the sand may pass from top to bottom, it remains within the hourglass.

Anon-Hate: For when you’ve got no game, yet still lack the self-respect and good manners to say nothing at all

Ironically, nothing is timeless except time.

Going with the flow doesn’t mean you can’t still make a big splash.

You put the SUPER in “superficial”

The glass is always full - full of water, air, or whatever’s in there.
(Unless the glass is in the vacuum of space. Then all bets are off)

There’s nothing I couldn’t accomplish if I had enough money and enough time… but mostly enough time.

WHAT you are is not WHO you are. WHAT is just one thing. There are many WHATs that make you YOU. You are not a WHAT. You are a WHO.

Often the only reason people are not happy is that they’re choosing to be otherwise.

Unfortunately, life does not come with an instruction manual.

Peace > Pride

Sails - Wind = FAIL

Every day is a new ‘normal’

The past can be an anchor; let go of that chain and sail forward.

Life is a serious game; be sure to play it well.

March Rain

And so we are reborn

Stepping out renewed

Cleansed from head to toe

By cascading waters

Not from a cold, holy fount

But in a blessed shower

Gone in a vile lion

With pink-stained teeth

And jagged sharp claws

Come out a lamb

With snowy-white fleece

Innocent of sin

Warmed inside and out

Braced against the chill

Of the dull, short-sighted world

Too often casting first-stones

From inside their paper fortresses

Of self-righteous indignation

At those of us who show flaws

And cast deep shadows upon

The hollow chasms within them

Second Thoughts

I had a second thought

Only for a second

But then I blinked

And it was gone

But that’s the nature

Of second thoughts

They just appear

Then disappear

Perhaps it’s the work

Of Satan lurking

Nudging our brains

Hinting at temptation

Or maybe it’s just us

Foolishly reconsidering

The good advice from

Our Guardian Angels

Battle commences

Good versus Evil

And then it ends

In the blink of an eye