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Faizan
The poet knows, we don't get to choose what happens to us, to a large degree in life, and when one goes back to tell his story, the listener is usually walking in the dark: to them it's like walking in the dark, so why tell it at all, except for posterity's sake, because sometime, somewhere, someone out there will identify with it I suppose, and that may be worth a dime in the rough!
But if there is anything worse than hate it is worth knowing and it is probably indifference.
And so the compensation is that the poet owes the watch repairman, and he hasn't even got a watch...
And to try to fix the world's wrongs, to have made his life better, most often you add to them, so he leaves well enough alone-;
The poet knows this, and thus says: 'I just did the best I could, with what I had at the time... ` He must act, not react!
He knows the new world currency is becoming information that is what he doesn't react to emotions anymore, but to thinking!
And this is his story of recompense, this will have to do! He tells his mind's eye.
Impeccable he tries to be and knows: he who is not deceived, is he who knows, him such to be deceived!
And that guilt will pass, even if deceived.
He knows everything broken, is not meant to be fixed.
He knows, the world spins on dreams; he himself has had many of them.
And he also knows (and she knows, but we are talking about a certain poet, for the most part, in a generalization... ) with free will we have been given great responsibilities.
And he distinguishes where there is nothing, there is God.
Therefore, how can there be separation between God and man, Satan and man, for both God and Satan are in the secret conversations of his mind. Perhaps even Satan has some ancient inalienable right to be present, for was he not part of the eternal mind?
This is how the poet thinks, not the Philosopher, nor the Evolutionist, nor the scientist!
Just the poet!
And s/he feels justified to feel, to think this way.
For man, he knows time is of the essence, to understand; but angelic intelligences, their thoughts travel as fast as light: the bad angels have their thesis, as do the good angels: so how can man speak with any certainty of man's dissertation, if indeed man seeks to understand he is not ready for; if indeed he was given the knowledge to understand angelic aptitudes.
He doesn't say this out loud, he dare not, but he whispers it to his second mind, the one Jesus told Mary Magdalene produces visions, or confirmed that is where they come from.
It would not be as it should be, should we understand, more than the circle of life is willing to allow: so he recognizes: it is perhaps inseparable: extraordinary why God allows Satan to roam earth unabated.
But if there is anything worse than hate it is worth knowing and it is probably indifference.
And so the compensation is that the poet owes the watch repairman, and he hasn't even got a watch...
And to try to fix the world's wrongs, to have made his life better, most often you add to them, so he leaves well enough alone-;
The poet knows this, and thus says: 'I just did the best I could, with what I had at the time... ` He must act, not react!
He knows the new world currency is becoming information that is what he doesn't react to emotions anymore, but to thinking!
And this is his story of recompense, this will have to do! He tells his mind's eye.
Impeccable he tries to be and knows: he who is not deceived, is he who knows, him such to be deceived!
And that guilt will pass, even if deceived.
He knows everything broken, is not meant to be fixed.
He knows, the world spins on dreams; he himself has had many of them.
And he also knows (and she knows, but we are talking about a certain poet, for the most part, in a generalization... ) with free will we have been given great responsibilities.
And he distinguishes where there is nothing, there is God.
Therefore, how can there be separation between God and man, Satan and man, for both God and Satan are in the secret conversations of his mind. Perhaps even Satan has some ancient inalienable right to be present, for was he not part of the eternal mind?
This is how the poet thinks, not the Philosopher, nor the Evolutionist, nor the scientist!
Just the poet!
And s/he feels justified to feel, to think this way.
For man, he knows time is of the essence, to understand; but angelic intelligences, their thoughts travel as fast as light: the bad angels have their thesis, as do the good angels: so how can man speak with any certainty of man's dissertation, if indeed man seeks to understand he is not ready for; if indeed he was given the knowledge to understand angelic aptitudes.
He doesn't say this out loud, he dare not, but he whispers it to his second mind, the one Jesus told Mary Magdalene produces visions, or confirmed that is where they come from.
It would not be as it should be, should we understand, more than the circle of life is willing to allow: so he recognizes: it is perhaps inseparable: extraordinary why God allows Satan to roam earth unabated.
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