Enter The Poet - With A Tribute To The Concept Of Nemesis
If fate has a true nature for equilibrium, then I am satisfied to realize that, I will one day rise in victory; and those who deserve to fail, will see it.
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Enter The Poet - In A Heated Chase
The days flee faster than I am able to pursue; and my flight is desperate.
Enter The Poet - Doing This & That
I seem to always be busy, doing this thing, or the other thing; often I would rather just be doing what I can finish.
Enter The Poet - Looking For The Bourbon
Some people always tell you to calm down; if I could do that, I wouldn't need to be told.
Enter The Poet - Tracking The Score
All you need is a couple good friends and a pocket full of money; or just a couple of good friends, each with, pockets full of money.
Enter The Poet - Seeing The Hot Air Ballon
Do not spend too much time being worried over one singular thing in your life; as time passes you will find many more things of which to be concerned.
Enter the Poet - Directing The Northern Stage
Many people have much to critique about your life; without offering anything to help resolve any issues.
Enter The Poet - Facing The Coming Day
We all know that there is beauty in the world; and also there is painful sorrow. We should learn from the past, bask in the present, and prepare for tomorrow.
Enter The Poet - Looking At The Boxes
Sometimes I question what I am truly expecting out of life; and is it more than just existence.
Enter The Poet - On Speakerphone
Looking at the boxes which contain my most precious expectations and ideas; I often wonder if I should expose them to the world, or keep them concealed and unproven.
Enter The Poet - With A Producer
Sometimes I can not tell if I am being inspected, directed, corrected, or rejected.
Enter The Poet - Beaming In The Sunlight
Many of us have sought personal connections, and with minimal success. But, with ease, we have met with disconnections; and have learned to stress.
Enter The Poet - In Dark Silence
In silence we face the fear, of that, which is approaching In silence we face the sorrow; destined and encroaching
Enter The Poet - With A Tofu Burger
I have learned that the things which are the least expected, should be the things which are the most expected.
Enter The Poet - Wearing Black & Blue
You never fail because you have too many schemes; you just never have enough.
Enter The Poet - Seeking A Bright Plateau
The future is around the corner, and our history is being written; now.
Enter The Poet - With An Open Backpack
Sometimes you are sure where your life is headed; and that's exactly where it's not.
Enter The Poet - Climbing The Tall Hill
Sometimes it seems that people always want to ask you "exactly" what you don't know; or wish to.
Enter The Poet - Fighting The Morning Rain
I have heard it spoken that we make our own opportunities; however, opportunities are that which make, or break us.
Enter The Poet - Polishing The Stage Floor
All things being equal, is never a true statement; things are never equal.
Enter The Poet - Dusting The Stage Props
Most of us spend more time seeking than finding; and than mostly finding, what we are not seeking.
Enter The Poet - With Only A Whisper
A life without social interaction is not blissful solitude; it's lonely isolation!
Enter The Poet - At What Seems The Proper Time
The best time to use common sense, is before you make the decision.
Enter The Poet - Directing The Perfect Play
Sometimes you get what you want, when you want, and just the way you want it; and that's when you really start to have doubts.
Enter The Poet - Staging The Day
Some days are neither what you intend them to be, nor are they what you expect them to be; sometimes you just have to receive them for what are.
Enter The Poet - Directing Romantic Actors
Being right does not make your answer the best answer; it only makes it the correct answer.
Enter The Poet - Looking For The Option
Rarely do we get the option of picking our choices; so it becomes our destiny to survive the alternatives which present themselves.
Enter The Poet - Adjusting The Floodlights
There is a time when clarity and justice are the dream and the goal.
Enter The Poet - With A Colored Marker
We always remember, wanting, to do the right things; can we also recall doing them as well?