Don’t be a man of peace locked in a cage of anger.
Flower petals don’t tell love stories.
I’ve stuck to formality and never thought much else. When this touches that — it shall never do so — and matter conforms to mind, every little things fits into a set form. Proper inclusion and proper exclusion makes for a heralded approach. This take, of course, keeps us at a snails pace, never to fully accept ourselves or those around the globe. Formality is a construct of traditional rule. these rules are not inherently evil or bad; instead, they are simple creatures that keep us from one wood or the other, preventing mixed thoughts and self-exploration. Formal attire, as a fine example, evokes one approach and mindset, while other attire in other situations seems appropriate. Now, think of this as a process of thought and mental discovery. We shouldn’t be fit into formalities or forms. A healthy society is composed of many small moving pieces — not necessarily meshing, just co-habitating. We should be able to jump from one piece to the next, investigating and inspecting while we try to understand it. If we didn’t take part in such social formaility, perhaps we could get a taste of much more.
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Organs are danger
and distilled sugar
separating your skin.
Musicians beating drums
in your chest and sweating
at their performance.
Spend me in those eyes.
Cash me out before I’m all spent up.
Roll of change can split away,
spending the last dime.