What is destiny without time? What is time without destiny? if time were to stop, would we all be free to do as we please? or would we be frozen for all eternity?
time, its a funny beast it keeps running and running never looks back, running endlessly what could it possibly fear? it has no predator, we are all its prey Is it scared of its own sphere?
time, its a funny beast it controls both you and me never looks back, running endlessly is unforgiving, of our mistakes it preys upon and digs for us our very own graves
time, its a funny beast never lets us be free never looks back, running endlessly confined to its chambers, we live our lives set into life's motions, with one thing in mind awaiting death like hopeful midwives
imagine, if we could control time imagine, if we could be free what if time were the key that allows us to open our sphere the sphere that runs this world irrevocably
ah, but the question is how to control time? maybe the answer is this moment when we realize time controls our lives you see, time is like us we are both running endlessly, we both meet an end time also awaits death, it is no different and if we are no different, then we are one and the same if we're one and the same, then we've won this game
life is too short so go take the stock quit trying to appraise let your mind let loose loosen all the chains free fall into mystery and when you're done don't forget to raise
the mystics, the mistricks the chicks, the flicks misfits for life its all about the game thats in the frame it frames you into strife always looking without gets harder to look within and so on the boat of time and in an ocean of opportunity gone, wasted is your life
when the chips start falling then remember joyous yesterdays the days that you couldn't praise then, put on a different lens look from another horizon and take a second to pray its not for other people, not to a god, and definitely for you pray for a miracle, for a second chance this life, my friend only once is it true and when you begin to see the leaves falling and the beards turning shades of gray and the branches beginning to tumble take a grip onto the nearest roots let them humbly help you find you
The first essay...keep in mind I wrote this at 2am, and was due the same day, so if it doesn't make sense blame the time...
Fiction is a natural right.Fiction is a dream.Fiction is the natural right of every individual to dream.The culmination of our hopes, desires, and perception is fiction; it is in this world of fiction these three key components play together to create a mental world separate from our own.Every time we have hopes, we are hoping for something that does not exist now but we wish for it in the near future.Every time we desire something it is fiction, because that which we desire does not exist at the moment, but we wish for it in the near future.Fiction just is that which does not exist now but we wish for it to exist, and it comes into being through the culmination of our hopes, desires, and perception of life.
Fiction does not necessarily entail something being a video game, movie, or TV show, rather “fiction” through those media could just be reflections upon our own lives and the way we fictitiously live them; the way we behave in everyday life due to the hopes and desires pushing us forth.This is the realization that can be seen through many video games such as The Sims, or even Grand Theft Auto, or other video games where the player may use the character to do whatever he or she wishes or desires.In support of this view of fiction, Will Wright, the creator of The Sims, while speaking to Chuck Klosterman, the author of the book Sex, Drugs, and cocoa puffs, tells him that “’…it does seem like some people come to these interesting conclusions about themselves when they play.And if a game changes your perception of the world around you, it’s successful.”
Viewing fiction from a slightly different scope is the literary observation of two words that are often used in opposition, Fact and Fiction; though, that has never been clear to me why it is that way.Something factual does not mean it contains truth, and something fictitious does not mean it does not contain truth.For example, it is factual information that Columbus discovered the Americas and the Native Americans, and that some historians have written Columbus developed a good relationship with them. That does not make it true information.In fact, Columbus was one of the first people to make slaves of the Native Americans, sending them to Europe in exchange for money; all the while, the Natives endured immense cruelty and hardship.
If viewed thusly, fact then becomes the objective view of truth, eliminating the several factors involved in deciphering it, while fiction becomes the subjective view of the truth, which allows for many interpretations and perceptions upon the objective truth.While facts would be the accumulation of specific data, fiction would be the interpretation of those data recorded.Fiction, then, allows for people, societies to cultivate their thinking through realizations, which come from the process of reflection presented by different media, of how it is that they truly perceive life, and what it is exactly they are continually hoping and desiring for.
While the literary sense of fiction provides us with reflections into our own inner lives, fiction in general also serves to provide us with goals, even if they maybe a bit dreamy, that are fostered in our minds through our hopes, desires, and perceptions.That which the King, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., sought in his world was something fictitious.It was something that did not exist at the moment, but his hopes, desires, and perceptions pushed him to seek the day his dream would come true; this is the basis for fiction being a dream.If this dream was not allowed to exist, then the King would not have been who he was, and is why fiction is a natural right.If the dream was not allowed to exist, then the realizations society made through the King’s speeches and actions would not have been possible.For the purpose of serving this need of realizations in society, fiction is the natural right of every individual to dream.
So I decided, because I am not always writing poetry, and am going to be writing a bunch of essays this semester for my English II and Philosophy classes, I am just going to post them up here on my blog. Enjoy.
dont say we didn't tell you so here is the message, here it goes
this is not a manifest destiny this is your date with fate where for every evil action there is a heavy slate you tried to take us to our deaths we still here fightin with every breath an apology is far too late you can't change what is to be your fate you came and attacked us at our heart be ready for yours to be ripped apart
you're nothing new to us just a fancy new fool with a fancy new sword better count up your fortunes for every death there is a toll you took us to our death we'll take you to yours make you pay for the toll offering change is of help no more
the spirit of a warrior you can never kill we are born to the highest king and to the gods we die our spirit you can never kill its colored with the divine dye we are the masters of our own destiny no oppresor before you got away clean don't think you'll be different or unique your life will end the same as theirs destroyed and lost into the winds of history
sometimes, its these moments in my eyes gazing up towards the empty sky wondering if you're there or if you're shy? i know you're there, come out and say hi
your love is like a butterfly it stings like a bee seeing you walk away hurts more than I can bleed
i look and see there you are staring back at me through a window, through a tree through a mirror, through a breeze wherever you are i can feel you breathe breathing, sitting, living next to me
a part of me wishes to flee a part wants you miserably take your pick, for you its free next to you, im supposed to be
