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    Friends
    before you is a madman
    listen, not to his words
    they are lies
    and he, a greater liehow arrogant his quest
    these many many years
    thinking to find himself
    and something greater
    far beyond
    thoughts and wild imaginings
    he thought it brave and bold
    to laugh at death
    and pain and sorrow
    the human condition
    while chasing elusiveness
    he strayed
    to far beyond

    listen, not to his words
    they are lies
    and he, a greater lie
    before you
    is a madman

    friends
    it was he who demanded
    and gave permission
    to be fooled
    he thought to find himself
    and something greater
    he said “anything – anything
    take me beyond
    all
    beyond”
    it was he who hung himself
    his madness his creation
    how was he to know
    that beyond light’s blush
    and the moaning wind
    lay the slayer of all sanity
    while chasing elusiveness
    he strayed
    too far beyond
    where stillness and silence
    steal you from yourself
    and being no where
    and no thing
    that Presence
    soft as finest down
    faint as a still breeze
    touches one
    so very very gently
    in a place
    so very very hidden
    all hope of sanity dies
    this touch remembers
    recognizes
    awakens to itself
    listen, not to his words
    they are lies
    and he, a greater lie
    before you
    is a madman

    friends
    returning to this world
    of idiots and imbeciles
    they say, “relax, you’re too intense
    surrender, God’s will be done”
    is insanity
    how, can one surrender
    when one is not
    who, can scratch an itch
    that is not
    where can one prepare for
    what is not
    can any formula mandate grace

    ego Ifriends
    I am a madman
    living in insanity
    where the only road back
    is to expose all the lies
    and I
    is the greatest lie of all

    listen, not to these words
    they
    are all
    lies.

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  • Friends

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    The type of friends we choose says a lot about us. Our friends support us, influence us and hopefully challenge us.. The best friends are those that are willing to hold our feet to the fire when we’re not being authentic. These friends are not only there for us when times are tough, they’re there for us in the worst of times.

    As human beings, we all make mistakes. Sooner or later, we are going to let someone down or hurt someone’s feelings. Friends know this, but don’t excuse our actions. Friends are willing to be straight with us and in return, ask us to be straight with them.

    A compassionate friend during times of grief or sorrow is a blessing. A warrioir friend who helps us to cut through our own bullshit is a Godsend.

    Friends are precious. Friends are dear. Sometimes we choose our friends. Sometimes they choose us. Sometimes the universe just throws us together.

    Friends and friendship deserve some contemplative time, some deep thought, some emotional and spiritual exploration. Limiting our understanding of friends to a surface understanding, brings no honor, limits the appreciation and depth possible.

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