The Laws Paradox

They bind the hand that reaches for the throat, They tame the storm, the selfish, vicious goat. A fence erected in the wild green space, To keep a certain peace, a measured pace. They say, "This far, no further," to the strong, And grant the weak a place where they belong. The wild wood cleared, a path is neatly laid, A promise in the daylight, unafraid. The chaos of a million warring wills, Subdued by silent paper, on the hills. But oh, the hand that's bound, it can not reach For gentle touch, a kind and earnest speech. The fence that holds the monster in its place, Can also hide the sunbeam from the face. The measured pace, a slow and weary stride, For those whose hearts can't find a place to hide. The path so straight, it never takes a turn, To find a secret lesson it can learn. And in the order, beauty dies away, A price for safety, paid in shades of gray. So here we stand, a paradox held tight, Between the ordered day and primal night. We trade a measure of our w...

Random Thoughts

Psychedelic thoughts

Mind bending warps

Dreamy nights beset


Fazed feelings tribute

Stumbling men and babbling fools

Summon to assemble at once


Rivers of tears

Silence of pain

Jungle of thoughts


Thinking aloud in jest

Complexity of mind

Scariness of nightmares


Hoofbeat of horses

Scuttling of feet

Curious faces they peer


Strangers they stare

Vagrants on foot

Randomness aloud





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