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On Being Yourself- author unknown
You must learn that you cannot be loved by all people You can be the finest apple in the world - ripe, juicy, sweet, succulent - and offer yourself to all. But you must remember that there will be people who do not like apples. You must understand that if you are the world's finest apple, and someone you love does not like apples, you have the choice of becoming a banana. But you must be warned that if you choose to become a banana you will be a second-rate banana. But you can always be the finest apple. You must also realise that if you choose to be a second-rate banana. There will be people who do not like bananas. Furthermore, You can spend your life trying to become the best banana - which is impossible if you are an apple - or you can seek again to be the finest apple

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zombie world whit your fake smile don t smile to me i not want smile to your zombie world i not play your games

I am tired,
Do you mind!
Had a rough day,
Got nothing else to say.

You are fired,
Pack up and sign,
This is your last pay,
Goodbye and out this way.

They are hired
Cheap bargain find,
They're here to stay,
Stealing our jobs nowadays

How often has the winters wind whispered
a dream upon your rosy cheeks and frosty
breath..
In the wee hours of twlights velvet sky have
I not warmed your heart with the promise
of celestial glory?
Perhaps you saw my form in the changing
clouds of crimson dawn
Perhaps the sun closed his eyes but for a
moment that you may behold my sorrow
in the shadows of eternal night..
Perhaps, my love, you choose to look the
other way..
Is not your heart fashioned as a God?
Did you not shutter when I opened my
hand and the evil one plucked the dove
of peace from my heart?
And now, you must decay with the elements
of time..yet I will gather your spirit and bring
you home to a place you would not believe
though someone told you..
Go your way my love, for this message is
sealed until the last day..the day of..
Eternal love.
.

A fine mess to wake up to would be the struggle within created by waking up.

  Like the introduction of two opposing forces of energy, as such to bring about a violent chemical reaction, a ground shaking and window shattering explosion, or the storm of the century. Perhaps even a new concept of the big bang theory.
Emotions are very powerful indeed, because emotions are indeed energy & all energy can be harnessed to then channel it to power a constructive & productive process or purpose. Stupendous was the  sanity stretching strive to contain and bring to medium, and harness the power of the energy resulting from the union of  a pair of unlike forces to fuel my temple in manner such that of a nuclear reactor. By distraction of question, my attention taken, confidence shaken. Would I ever find for my mind such a harness capable of withstanding the power of the energy? Harmony that is the place of balance between tranquility & hostility, would there even exist that ability? Standing at the mirror, sensing meltdown growing nearer , a thought occurred to me, the click was abrupt as I looked up. Seeing into my own eyes is when I came to realize, Not at all in farness needed I seek that harness. In fact only if who I am myself would I embrace, I have not need to go no place. Rather than my place in life do I berate it, that harness,Eureka, only I can create it.
  Within my temple I now sit, mesmerized by the hum of that energy flowing through the installed channels of it's harness, having a smoke as I ponder the birthing clash of the energy and realize what it was. A simple counter reaction that inevitably results from an action. Natural law that leaves always a mere choice of how we deal with it all. Not prediction is it that all things are accompanied by contradiction. Freedom in the waking to the fact that I am the high flying  unstoppable, unbreakable, and supreme ruler of my temple & my universe that yet...in it confined as it feels so empty and defeated,now the social outcast left behind.
Does true rest ever return after truly awakening?

I've got my heart over my skin
Exposed.. Ready for the viewing..
Like a tattoo, like an emblem,
Like a statement or an anthem..
I've got my heart over my skin
Offered to the sun and the wind
To the cold, the frost and rain
Up to scratches and the pain...
I've got my heart over my skin
My love, my soul, all my feelings
My every note, the words I sing
Engraved along my rugged skin...
I've got my heart over my skin
For it's too big to stay within
And it's easier to make it sing
When every beat is shivering...
I've got my heart over my skin
Warm, fiery little thing
Pulsing, ticking like a bomb
At all moment, every second...
I wear my heart over my skin
Open, exposed, weak and fragile
But protected by a shield
Made of your smile...

Piano is playing, violins, and muskets burned
Another path for them to follow
not so intense, like the one that went last night
Still, soul, and notes, water, and wine
Let them be, let them get there first, so eloquence
The Admiral, and the Conductor, will face their duty
duty, for no one to be glorious, nor independent from
each other...behold!

Before the break of day, most days
truckers set out-earning their pay
wishing it was otherwise but
knowing no other way.

Espy an enticing shapely butt hitching a ride for free
company rules prescribe the rear is only for trade
so travel up front this freight bound for Mississippi
journeying together, both hoping to get properly laid.

Boss, don't see it through their eyes, but why?

Held back not by holding ties, just lives of lies!

Whistle as you wander down life's road,
Will you become an eagle or a toad?
Cause you don't know what each new day will bring,
So play and prance and laugh and dance and sing,

Trouble as you wander down life's road,
You weaken underneath the heavy load,
And you don't know exactly what to do,
Fight with all your might crash on through,

Steady now you wander down life's road,
You are becoming what you've always known,
And now you know what wisened days will bring,
Reach out to grab hold of the Brass Ring,

Cautious strides with purpose down life's road,
Thankful that your story can now be told,
Cause now you know what each new day will bring,
So pray and praise and let those Churchbells ring.