Of Mice to Men: (the evolution of an inspired thought) What if Rogue Translators went Regal?

Of Mice to Men: What if Rogue Translators went Regal?

Of mice to men, those who say what was meant to those who translate their intent. Two worlds often collide on an economic voyage in past fate. A tale from beneath the veil of ignorance of words and their intent. Of voyages led in worlds parted now apart.

A restless soul of greed and lust. For years gone by for these many years. Since the arrival of fallen fate from the seas. An unknown voice of face and spirit. Found on these shores with but a whisper of his past. An old world found on this new world. From obscurity and naivety to their potential existence. Of realization of potential value brought forth their new awareness.

Of lustful greed of the one will always win over peaceful wonderment of the many. Their battles ill fought against best ideals will never fail. For all pure intent are often betrayed by the passing of their morale compass. Often odd luck these shores provide. Through unbroken faith do we achieve intent.

Of ill valued who cherish the washed up prince in fools garb. For his return to his lost shores will mark the emergence of a king. The prince turned slave turned facilitator turned lord. These lords fall and arise in their distant shores.

For cast adrift he returns in guise to reveal himself a leader and a betrayer. He becomes a leader to those who cast him astray. He becomes a betrayer to those who found him that day. If not abused how would things be. To wonder ever more what life’s twists will turn and be. Of this path was followed or befallen onto. This new path is all that he then knew.

For years gone by often in tears. Of years gone by often in fear. As the muscles grew from painful sorrow. His education not limited to those who knew. For better guidance are learned sentences to mere simple barks. His knowledge grew while they lorded on. His knowledge grew will he lorded upon.

Of two worlds he now knew to their chosen few. Of purist dominance of the world they knew. Their minimalistic significance unknown to few. The fools are kings within their limited awareness. The kings are fools in their foreign confusion.

@42DeepThought

Live within your Contact Patch – July 1st, 2009 Collected Thoughts (to the music of I Can’t Drive 55 by Sammy Hagar)

Live within your Contact Patch

Faced with your own obscurity and ill timed knowledge, you must seek out the sincere truth of your contributions to the larger world to live

An Idea meriting initial thought should not waiver in the face of the forged trails you find thus bringing awareness of its short existence.

Your place on the local stage can be enhanced by your shared collective with those on the world forums. A common thought to learn and share.

Do not despair by the lackluster reality of your awareness in the face of reality. Your words may not be loud nor clear, but value instills

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Personal style your chosen design.Displaced power clearing your mind.Binary mechanics simplifying you thoughts.Your path its Contact Patch.

Your life led under its waving status of pride and separation.Unions modeled by its disconnected accord and peaceful reconciliation.Hope4All

Blinded by fruitless joy.Sniffing calmly as if to stare.Breathing deep this shallow world.Fear not what you cannot see.Breathe in life deep.

@42DeepThought

This Train Rails On – June 28th, 2009 Collected Thoughts (to the music of Broken by Seether)

This Train Rails On

This morning brings much chagrin of empty words and of unheard thoughts.That noise remains for all to hear. This noise I fear is all I hear.

From a broken night to a broken sleep to a broken day.What is broken may never be fixed.What is broken cannot be healed.Broken forever more.

The birds are chirping their uncaring songs.The cats are staring with unseeing eyes.The worms are stirring the depth of your soulless heart.

I fail to say what is clearly said.You fail to hear what you cannot hear.What is chosen to be said defines our turmoil.The allergies remain.

The subtleties of thought cannot be expressed by mere words. What is clearly thought is never fully communicated. The cycle returns to spin.

From broken hearts & wounded pride. Of broken promises & wounded soul. From crying souls this parched eye. Gone is laughter for it mocks on.

The world you see has many views. Of young and old the free and bold. The world you saw has little hope. Of care and dirt the love and hate.

The bLand play on to save our Earth.The dirt under nails.The crust under eyes.The pain of her soul supporting our masses.This world is hurt.

I searched for this-I longed for that. I wanted far more-I felt only less. I stared and stared-I fed and fed. Oh never more-This life I led.

These troubled thoughts bring about troubled parts. To play the part an actor must wear his mask. This role in life but a tree in SOULitude.

To read and read yet never learn.To learn and learn and never perform.To repeat again your undying pattern.To spin again from your control.

This train of rage.Upon a chosen rail.It’s heading clear.The destination scheduled.Off beaten trails.A peace you’ll find.To change your way.

You will scream in death as you have whispered in life.The pain you caused is the pain you’ll feel.Your pain remains unless first is healed.

Today I will not fear the fears of Life.Today I will not cry the cries of Rage.Today I will feel the feel of Love.Today I will simply Be Now

@42DeepThought

12:34 is the Time of Natural Progression – June 27th, 2009 Collected Thoughts (to the music of I Believe My Time Ain’t Long by Peter Green)

12:34 is the Time of Natural Progression

Time is fluid. I am suffering from Jet Lag of international time zones, while sitting still in a time and space of a lost and found identity

Every night the daemons rise and smell the fear of your broken heart.Every day the angels wake and taste your wounded pride.The cycle cycles

The music ends abruptly to the noise of the waves across. Of chilled air the waters breath to the sound of a constant need for comfort & aid

The children must play in their hallways of stunts.The loud burst on the wall.The spinning thump of the board.The laugh and the words remain

Black to the left of me, black to the right. White where black sound be. A silver of hope lights up my thoughts in a darkness blossomed anew

A tricky thought a yawn has brought. Of broken words over stupid words. Of sorrowed nights amidst joyous times. To push away by pulling away

The frustrated child throws an adult tantrum over spoken words never fully communicated. To say the same message again until inaction occurs

The names remain. Cycling day to day. A reminder of past failures and the diversity of thoughts. Of failed relationships never given respect

This peace I find.Hidden in your sight.So clearly visible to those who see.Yet I remain.So plain you see.Always speaking yet never heard U C

The irony you see.Is plain to see.For all can see.Who you better be.For who you are.Won’t get you far.And nobody.Will see you off to sea.arr

I fail to see what I must see.I fail to hear what I must hear.I fail to listen while you listen.We fail to comprehend and thus fail to love.

Bored of all that once was fresh.Tired now and yet refreshed.Peace and Love I seek.Tension and War my only find.To search again another day.

It would seem that even bots are in need of friends.It would seem that even now we repeat ourselves.For every commerce lives in every world.

Simple to some this Frustration from others. The larger the world the more alone you become. A fish in your bowl and a shark in your oceans.

The riddles of life.This joke your existence.Their cold world views.Your passion flowered kiss.That cat steals all.My monstrous dual nature.

@42DeepThought

June 8th, 2009 Collected Thoughts (to the music of I’m So Ronery by Kim Jong-il)

Sitting relaxed with my cat purring affectionately on my lap as the calming storm strikes its lightning to cast a glow on a purple hazed sky

@42DeepThought

June 7th, 2009 Collected Thoughts (to the music of Rock This Town by the Stray Cats)

A joyous trip to islands of old brings the sudden call of a sudden fall.The fear of collapse heard a quarter of the globe away on this night

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June 9th, 2009 Collected Thoughts (to the music of Unchain the Night by Dokken)

My Blind cat has more sense of calm, sense of smell, sense of mind, sense of purpose, sense of patience, sense of !, sense and peace of mind
The whiny cat is a locked room. No joy to be found not peace to be had. Always needing and feeling the need to be love. A fine mirror of one
.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,go the nails clinching passionately to the arms outreached with arms laying poetically writing with fingers bare
Her comfort relieved she cried for relief & comfort.Fear hiding under a bed like a child so like a child.An adult she is and a child as well
Your patience grew thin;Your patience no more.Her patience was sought;Her patience no more.Your patience achieved until her patience no more

A man of peace needs the peace of mind. Of troubled thoughts he once knew. A man of war fights in troubled spaces. To fight each day a night
This night we feast on troubling thoughts^A festival of creation while our ears numb to the sound of the outside noise^No ears&peace of mind
We are constantly surrounded by the noise of our computerized society and climate controlled comforts.These irritants must be muted 4 peace.
Our ears were never meant to withstand the daily onslaught of the constant noise we are trying to filter from our soul.Noise cancels action.

To act is the art form of a unknown mind seeking purpose through living another life extolling their emotions as your own.To act2teach$learn

The imposed silence is deafening my mind. These painful efforts of words are causing me to equalize my mind with my surroundings.A pop a hum

Of mixed tea, I failed to see. Having failed to hear in my haste to speak. To mix and taste and not know is often the sweetest drink I know.

An alarming sound on this breezy night.A chill emerges as the sun dusts down.A crack of the neck.A strain on the ears.Restless again we are.

@42DeepThought

May 19th, 2009 Collected Thoughts (to the music of Rebel Yell by Billy Idol)

May 19th, 2009 Collected Thoughts (to the music of Rebel Yell by Billy Idol)

May 11th, 2009 Collected Thoughts (to the music of Fade to Black by Metallica)

May 11th, 2009 Collected Thoughts (to the music of Fade to Black by Metallica)

Do TwitterBots Dream of Electric Follower – May 10th, 2009 Collected Thoughts (to the music of Wasted Years by Iron Maiden)

Do TwitterBots Dream of Electric Follower

To Forgive is an act of Openness and Understanding of Ones Opposing View or Unwillingness to Ask for Clarification and Understanding.
An Ignorant Man cannot lead as he is Unwilling to Learn. A man without Knowledge is Willing to Learn from those willing to Teach thus Lead.
The Sound of Perfection under Pressure and Stress is Truly an emotional and humbling experience. Appreciate it, but Do Not Deny Yours.
It is Said that those that cannot Do Teach. For teaching to Aspire to Be is a Lesson that is as Worthy as the Task of Performing itself.
Only Achievements Gained through real Hard Work can Grant you the Real Success that one should Respect and Appreciate. All Others are Gifts

The Act of Touring is the Ultimate dedication to Ones craft and Business. The successful Touring Artists are Marathon Runners of their Trade
A Hostile is a Hostage to Ones own UnTamed Aggression in a World Unfamiliar, UnFair, Unrelenting, and Unknown. You are my Jane to My Tarzan
Even the Best Musicians in the World must Practice their Trade Day in and Night Out. They learn their Routine faster due to its Repetiveness
The Measure of ones own Willingness to Endure should not Be the Only measure of owns Worth as is the Value of what ones Values Most

A life of Slavery to ones Oppressor Yields a painless reward in your Dying years, But to live a Free Life Yields Rewards when you are Living
Rekindled Friendships are Started by the Sometimes random Act of Openness and Correspondence. To Fail to accept such act Enforces ones View
Errors in Judgment made in Times of doubt, Mismanagement of Goals and Failed Communication of Guidelines should Neglect Criticism

The True Value of ones Desires often cannot afford its Costs.What ones OverValues will Often Set its Only Price.The Act of Piracy Deviates
One often Steals what one Cannot Provide For. All Conditions of Theft should be Judged upon Their Morales, Penalties, and Contributions.
Piracy is a Deviation and is Not Standardized.It is an act of Equilibrium of Business and a Call to Mutually Acceptable Innovative Economics
The more we give Cause to the Extremes of our GeoViews, the Faster and Larger their Masses will Grow and Their Cause be Justified and Shared
A True Professional is Driven by the Passion of their Musical Inspiration, the Integrity of their Lyrics, and a certain Rage in Their Voice.

Am I the First to Wonder “Do TwitterBots Dream of Electric Followers”. They must have Nightmares of BotTwitters in their Mist. A Bot Society

The Spoiled spoil their Fortunes Until they Learn to Appreciate what they Have and be Conservative with their Excesses and their Supplies
Often Hard Luck beFalls Seemingly Unknowing Lucky People. How they Act through Action when Luck Fails them Defines them and thus Us all.

To find ones Art is a stepping Stone to realizing ones Passion. To fulfill ones Passion at the expense of Possession defines the Struggle.
To Philosophize requires but an Audience of One. To Teach Philosophy requires an Audience of the Willing. The Will of the Audience Reflects
The Sane cannot speak Candidly about the Nature of Sanity as their Purist views are often mirrored in their Own perception of what is Normal
True Freedom can be Achieved when one Finally Achieves Freedom of Thought; And can be Earned by Willingly Embracing Freedom of Expression.

Increased Levels of Tension brought upon by Retaliatory Tactics can only be Appeased by the Process of Detente Followed by A Period of Love.
I have gone from Cold Feet to Sore Heels in my attempt to Heal Myself.I say this both literally and figuratively. My Soul resides in my Feet
The Quiet of the Space. Peace in the Mind. Unaware and Unfocused. To focus on Oneself. To Heal Yourself and You. To Feel Again and Love
The clothes lay on the Floor. A pattern to my Slumber. They fall as I Rest. The day is Over. The Night well Spent. Tomorrow o’ Tomorrow

To turn Pain into Poetry.An Artist’s daily Bread.To Feed his dying soul.Recovering Energy from Life’s draining Stress.The Engine is the Mind
A Night Owl wants the Night to Never end and the Day to never Come.To live in the Light over the Solitude of the Night a Fear or Preference?
To have a conversation with oneself about yourself often requires you to first be disconnected from the conversation itself and listening in
A sorry state for this soulful mind.Has the voice increased since the mind was Freed?Have Deaf ears befallen careers?Or the Vision unShared

Limitations breed Innovations. Restrictions unbind Creativity. Lessons Learned can now be Applied. To Test anew so that One may Teach Again.

@42DeepThought