#writing kr

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Madness and insanity crept at my door

And trouble came at me long forlore

But my lover's whisper in my ear

Told that rest from wicknedness would be near

And in the sake of goodness in kind

I transpired to walk through it blind

With shaking hands and a firm heart

I was born again, at the start.

I wept no more for sins of past

And instead for that I wished to last-

Moments lost in a smile

And fire conquered by my trial;

And souls emitted loves bright flame

That had long endured our troubles' reign.

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On dread's foul step I paused to catch my breath. The climbing, the toil Had no end but my own. I stopped there- On that millionth step To take in the air.

The brick and marble were cold to the touch, But the sun warmed my skin My back, my weary head, The light shone down on me there. The grass and greenery of potted plants Stacked along the steps In marching columns down the middle As a road splits in half.

And as I ruminated and brooded My mind went to simpler things Of pleasant walks, of morning air, Of gold and treasure, Of a mind unweighed. And as I meditated and breathed in Enlightenment whispered in my ear

For those stairs climbed high Up on dread's step But there the end, as mysterious as the beginning, Seemed similar looking both ways.

I gathered my things, and I began again Walking down from dread's step. My mind weighed heavy, my feet were sore. But the journey's end came near- I climbed down from dread's step To find a place of comfort below. With grass and greenery uncontained, Where solace and virtue, and wisdom's good grace May have led me long before.

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I dream of gold, of diamonds in the sky.

Across my heart her body lies.

A wealth of passion behind her gaze.

She sends me reeling into a daze.

As I sit upon her shelf,

I wish of a break from lustful fantasy

And a glimpse into her sharp reality.

I repeat this to myself.

Will she call on me and fulfill my hope?

Or will I gather dust as I go broke?

For her wealth, I cast the die.

For her gold, for her diamonds in the sky.

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Blue white and red

Electric lights

In a dark endless room.

Whispers to myself

A heart that's beating

This mind that's fleeting

Water falls from my right eye

Hot vapor escapes my lungs

Opportunities past

What more will come?

Dimensions of this star

Hovering across

Lunar soaked skies

Balanced

By what I have left

And what I've become.

Puzzles to complete

An inevitable retreat

To what I know

What I will

In this eternity

Bound by maturity

For a life of one.

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Fractured moments of my tale Echoing in the twilight gale. Distilling ways as bittersweet As that heart that still weeps.

Through the dawn I am complete; And shadows once more will retreat. Siphoned away by the morning sun Once more I am undone.

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Identity

I feel the bone, the hair, my skin. But it's difficult to know the man that I am. I calculate, I work, I push forward. I spend my hours gripping. Forging what is mine. I've taken time with me, I've spent what I've had. I've felt the bone, the hair, my skin. While I see my body, I contemplate my soul. I hope it knows more of me than I know of myself. And I would like to wish for that.

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dream, #1

She pressed her lips softly against his, to which he replied with a long kiss. She returned the affection over and over, the two of them pressed together as one like lost lovers who had finally been reunited. This continued for a brief few moments until she backed away from him, her eyes looking back at his with an expression of grief that would explain itself to him later. She turned around and left him standing there, until at last a voice in him spoke “Walk away, fool”, and so he did. 

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Don't have much room to comment on the presidential candidates other than from my own standpoint.

If you look at just the surface level of these candidates and the position of power itself, I feel that you can make a decent judgement on your candidate. Without going too in depth into Sanders and Trump's policies you can make a judgement however shallow it may be. But there may be some merit behind that.

Trump is openly advocating a system of prejudice, racist discrimination, fear, and maybe borderline totalitarian or authoritarian principle. Trump seems to be encircled by drama and open social attacks on those around him who seem to disagree with him. Trump throughout the election has created enough social drama to rival that of a gossip teen queen who does nothing more than perpetuate rumors. Regardless of Trump's business successes or blunders, who he has fucked over or how wealthy he made himself through effort - this is a man who would be holding one of the most powerful positions on this planet.

The Presidential office is the figure-head and face of the United States of America. The United States of America since its birth has become the predominant force of security and intellectual progress across the globe. Despite the amount of wars that this nation has perpetuated or been a part of, despite the mentality of its citizens or the developments within it - this nation is a concrete stamp on this planet. The influence of this nation that we are fortunate enough to live in is vastly beyond our ability to conceptualize it and rationalize it. The history of this nation and how it has affected the world maintains that its leader will continue to influence the world through his or her speech and actions.

With these claims, I'm arguing that we shouldn't look at a candidate's issues, stances, lenience to the left or right or to an era of peace or to an era of fear. I'm arguing that we should picture this person as the head of the most powerful nation on the globe. Throw away conspiracy theories and the justifications of the checks and balances of the Congress, Senate, and the Presidential office for the sake of discussion and interpretation. The next President will take this mantle as those have before him, and this is the person who's face and body will represent the American people worldwide. This man or woman's dialogues and policies will represent this nation.

I, a 25 year old white male, cannot argue for either Sanders or Trump. I feel that truthfully my vote does not make a difference. I haven't begun to look into their policies further than the surface level. Just by taking a glance at each of the candidates and what I have heard about them and what seems to be true I feel that I can make my judgement. While not a favorable approach, I stand with my judgement in that I do not want either Trump or Sanders for president. Sanders, as Ron Paul, does not hold the same aura of command and authority that Barack Obama easily retains. Trump, on the other hand, could probably have me silenced just for voicing my opinion. And if he held the office, I'd better not speak of this again and I'd most certainly make sure that I never converted to Islam.

I'm unsure of what's going to happen in the next four to eight years, but I cannot make an impact so I'm going to go back to playing video games and focusing on my studies.

Thank you for reading this.