The Romance of Oz

Thousand copies of the moon, By the silky water surface. By this pen and paper, I have found my life's purpose. 

Greetings my friend,     Recently, I've observed a phenomena that has been particularly bothering me. In our western society toxic-positivity has been promoted, and become the semi-norm. From motivational speakers preaching about "no-negativity", to doctors prescribing anti-depressants to the smallest of negative thought, to marijuana being more and more accepted by people who don't need it's medicinal properties, our obsession with happiness as infiltrated almost every layer of society.      So, you may ask, what's the harm in it? What's wrong with being positive? Well, of course nothing. It's simply emotions or a state of mind. However, like anything in life, excess of it is detrimental to the individual and to society. Too much drinking leads to liver disease, too much smoking leads to lung issues, too much food causes stomach pain, too much oxygen causes oxygen sickness, too much sadness causes depression. This is not any different with positivity....

I looked up to what I thought couldn't exist I realized the eye looking at me. Single eye, Wide, White, And black in center. Colors I didn't know existed Emotions I've never felt before Just the eye and I Staring down at me, I'm looking down as well. Suddenly, millions of eyes  I'm at the center, alone Another step closer to freedom.

Shakespeare once said "All the world's a stage" I gloomily search for mine Hours and days and years I've pondered I wished to retreat with tears in my eyes When I finally found it, the years had left me by Now I must try again in search of another one Then another and one more until I die.

Hum of clanging hammers fill the room with an echo Fire spews forth from the cauldrons as if dragons awoke One party gets to rest, the other starts hammering Heavy stench of rubber and metal, and pieces of steel that broke Sweat pours out from the pores as he shovels more coal into the dragons mouth Constant noise, constant shouts, senses numb A sense of endless urgency throughout the line Just to meet today's quota For a few paper bills

As the hunters gather in the square Sounds of the spring give way to howling of hounds A somber call rings over the land as the party enters the forest A small creek, silently thawing, gently caresses the flowers Muddy footprint followed by the steady trail of hooves A shot rattles the forest, the hounds jump on a bleeding buck Hunter has food, spring has come The cycle continues For where there's life, the struggles of the world stay alive Hunters baby has food, the buck has lost his dad When one life ends, another begins So it has been ordered.

Violently tossing and turning around Hellish monotony with no end in sight Does hope lie somewhere between heaven and the ground? Foolish hesitance won't make the dark bright. Constant struggle defeats the demon and his hound Without hardships, there is no meaning in life.  

 Greetings,      Just the other day, I had a discussion on motivation, and the different types of motivation. How many different types of motivation are there? There are three. I will go one by one and touch on the positives and the negatives of each approach.       I will start with the overly-motivated. The overly-motivated, borders on the side of the extra. Just as excess of any one thing is harmful, so is the excess of motivation. The analogy I will present is that of a small fire that you have created. The overly motivated will burn through his motivation quickly. It is unwise for any human to expect to keep an overly motivated outlook going in a sustainable manner. This is because life will, without a doubt, happen. When you are overly motivated, you do not have the focus on the outer workings of life which would prepare you for any curveballs that may be thrown your way. Imagine walking over to your small fire, and pouring gasoline on it. Y...

The girl has a yoga mat on this windy day The Russian wears a Hawaiian shirt  Hotelier is smoking in the corner The handyman stares at his phone with a grin The short guy attempts, and fails, to flirt Trees pray that the weather gets warmer The monk stops looking around and turns within. 

A day for these clouds to be under your tippy toes, Air serenading around your waist with ease. Each movement praises the perfection of creation The music is your instrument, half a step higher for your wings. Scent of the roses fill the theater. Peonies, Poppies, Lotuses, All make way for the little swans

As I stare up to the blue abyss The quiet waltz of the leaves amuses me. Pages fall from the tip of my pen like bones grinding into dust, Echoing the sweet songs of my delicate past Notes swirl in my brain with rhythmic perfection Each step stabs it's presence into my emotions Suddenly, a shiver! Gray clouds part to make way for the coming winter As I stare up to the blue abyss I watch the quiet waltz of the leaves

Not for me today, I don't know what I can take. Perhaps tomorrow.

Words, numbers, endless slides, Boxes, letters, faceless replies, Sleep and boredom take a seat besides me Click, type and say my goodbyes

To take seven steps in the grand hall and compose a poem, What a grand sight and grace to be remembered. To leave it behind with a slice of virtue, What a grand humility, the perfect silence

Slight sting of the string, Notes flow like water. Small hummingbird yearns for spring, My breath is slightly colder. Temple bells hastily ring, Glimpses of the past and seawater. When the wind began to sing, I knew my time here was over.

As the eastern sun sets in the west, The young mans faith is put to the test, As fragile as his young thoughts are,  The lessons of heaven are never far.

Oak leaves shiver and flicker before its time to fall, Standing in solemn prayer to the sun and heaven. Lonely swirls of clouds melt before my eyes, Silently petitioning god for a gentle succession. Let us get together, Sing, laugh and dance for a reason. "Death spared us for today", "Tomorrow he could charge us with treason". Why get cute and say "Death I've felt your soft kiss" Within every dew drop, a small life we pay, "Whatever life I've spent won't be missed".

 Un-chiseled marble, full suit of heart cards. The world is by my window, But the windows are my cell's bars.

 Violet skies turned to crystal blue, every second felt like burden. The crisp wind sings a somber song I stop to ponder where I've heard it.

 When you think you matter, you see the heights, the peaks, you hear the depths, the extremes. Your soul stops to think "Do I really matter?" Then you think of your cells each breath, the life within. Each step, the bone shakes then breath comes out,  gets your eyes pinned. Just to start all over, so has it always been, Yin and Yang.

 Friday 9/30/2022 Time melts away all worry, happy, youth, sorrow, soon enough, even the path, on which we stand, others have stomped on, will be washed away Blades of grass will wither, hair will grey, body will slow, but if luck kisses you forefathers will come down and ask you to follow

" A heart as warm as a cup of tea, a mind as curious as a kitten".