I once told myself that I'd labor to the ends of the earth for truth, freedom, happiness, wealth, comfort and love. I also told myself; swore on it even, that I'd never stop trying to get them till I died.

A high vantage point and different shades of the same.....

"If you only do what you can do then you'll never become more than you are" Sound familiar??? I think so. I've always had to deal with the belief that I'm not enough and while the psychologists

Is your soul missing?? I found one drowned in a puddle of whiskey just outside Where the rain meets the door Did you try your best??? It seems there's nothing left for you And the mistakes of years past

The 7-5-3 Code is a philosophy developed by the Valente Brothers in the tradition of providing warriors with values by which to live their lives. It is largely inspired by the samurai principles of Bushido,

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_ I have watched you live in mystery Searching the pages of our rotten history For truth that fails to exist I've seen you wander down dark lanes Matching the decor with your mind's slate In hopes that

The Universe is basically an animal. It grazes on the ordinary. It creates infinite idiots just to eat them. Smart people get a chance to climb on top, take reality for a ride, but it will never stop trying

The makings of art lie in the mind of the curious, if you're willing you can and should make an art of everything. From random picture of a dying tree I took while walking home to my favourite self-edited

The sun rose slowly, somehow managing to look reluctant as it shed unwanted luminescence of dawn on the "Projects". The projects was the bottom feeder part of town where the government cunningly

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Let us think deep for a bit..... I could you draw you map, lines and swirls of thought unfolding in intricate depictions of human nature and failings, slipped through the unseeming cracks of loose morals

There are nights when I can almost feel my mind slipping through my fingers one intangible bit at a time Where the dust seems to swirl in patterns vague with predictions of failure Where the wind whispers

I could tell you sweet lies Please let me I could speak of the widower whose tears never dry Of the orphan boy with dreams he'll never see Maybe if you let me I could cry about the men who died Seeking

I saw a dead man yesterday Shoulders slumped under the weight of his worries He wasn't dead then but neither was he alive. He tried to smile Failing miserably on every attempt His confusion was such that

Religion really offers little more than the unpleasant news that the veritable majority of us are doomed to eternal damnation because we refuse a life of servility.

As far as Segun knew it was only the idealists and unredeemable idiots that talked about desperate times like it was a bad joke. The only thing of value he'd learnt from living on the the streets, enduring

Homosexuality in Africa is considered by most to be a taboo of the highest order, for many there is logic or rationality behind it and for that sole reason same sex lovers are subject to various unpleasant

So over the past couple of weeks since I joined steemit I've laboured away on posts, comments, lamented about the lack of upvotes and generally hated my beginnings here. But things have changed somewhat.

And i found this in an old book of mine, enjoy. Who or what will I kill for? Who or what will I die for? Somehow the answers to these questions are impossibly difficult for me to ascertain, I like to believe