Poetry, Writing

The Game

The rules are constantly changed,
but never made clear.
Go straight, or diagonal
it doesn’t matter
you’ll end up in the same spot.
Broken down, piece by piece
Until your stuck in the corner

all alone

suffocating.

Ready to lay it down and surrender?
Test your freewill,
Try it.
Let me know how it goes.
The game would make more sense
if that was possible.

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Poetry, Writing

Solitude

The river rushes past my feet
while I stand there in the water;
contemplating life as it passes,
and cherishing each heart beat.

The mayflies flutter in the sky,
completing their last stage of life.
Below, the trout eagerly wait
for them to fall to the surface and die.

I wait, searching for my soul
in the depths of the water.
All thoughts begin to fade,
nature is now in control.

The trout start to feed consistently.
I cast to the one behind the boulder.
The fly lands two feet in front of him,
I saw his nose break the surface, viciously.

I set the hook, and felt weight on the end.
The rod began to shake and bend.

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Poetry, Writing

Carpe Diem

You have kept the shoes for the right occasion,

and saved all the money for that rainy day.

Your hands show no signs of abrasion,

and your eyes have missed your children play.

On the video game you can hit a button to reset,

but in life its not so easy if you have regret.

So pause for a moment and close your eyes.

The only thing we know with certainty is this.

Let the mind and soul be filled with bliss.

At times it can feel like the sun will shine forever

and that the beat of your heart will never render,

but the clock on the wall spins around fast,

and soon enough you will be looking back on the past.

So notice the leaves as they fall to the ground

and watch the squirrels as they rustle around.

Don’t be afraid to tell the girl how you feel,

No matter how long it might take your heart to heal.

It will never hurt to take a chance,

who knows, you could end up with a dance.

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Writing

Free Will

Sam Harris has an interesting argument, he says, “Free will is an illusion.  Our wills are simply not of our own making.  Thoughts and intentions emerge from background causes of which we are unaware and over which we exert no conscious control.”  As a philosophical argument I can understand why he doubts free will, just like Rene Descartes doubted his own existence.  Personally I have a hard time believing that free will is just an illusion.  I have the ability to direct my own destiny, unlike a fictional character that has no free will.  A fictional character is not in control of his actions, the author is.  Free will is what makes us human and allows us to make decisions for ourselves.  I couldn’t imagine a world where people don’t have free will.

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