Philosophic Wanderings During School

Hello everybody. I know your thinking he is still alive by jove. Yes I am. I have finished all of my schooling and will be graduating this Thursday (as long as my spanish teacher :( another story for another time). Well I have gone through over 22 hours of International Baccalaureate testing and will find out my results in June. x <----(thats fingers crossed). Well I know I have put this outlet for my ideals on the darkside of my mind but I am back and ready to share with the world!!! I have hopefully got a job which is awesome. But yea that is quick update of my life and would love to hear about how everybody else is doing.

This piece I have uploaded was written during my bio class and well I think it thoroughly expresses some emotions all go through. We all have our hard times which then stimulate some part of our mind which makes us evaluate life and what may be beyond or our purpose. Hope you enjoy. I would love any comments and if you could spread my blog that would be brilliant. Good night and good luck. Oh and PEACE OUT.

The Monotony of School

As I philosophize in this monotony of school

                I sit and wonder is this all

                To be conformed by these walls

                To work our whole lives

                To only watch and die

                Why were we created

                To only be outdated

                Are we only tools

                In this humanistic pool

                What would life be if there was no god

                Is there just one original God

                If there wasn’t would we be here

                Would there be anyone to call “Dear”

(oh I wrote this awhile ago it has nothing to do with those claims about the end of the world. I don't even want to bring up the subject. Just wanted to make clear)

I cordially welcome you all and To Escape Reality pt. II

Hola mi internet amigos. Ha I spreakenz the Spanglish. Just kidding. How’s it going this infinite plethora of people? My day was all right. Done with all my IB individual assessments and spring breaks next week so yea life’s alright. Well first off I want to welcome Sarah to my group of followers and well the multitude of everyone else since I have not done so. So.

I cordially welcome to my piece of mind and opinion: Hans, Dani, Anthony, Muhammad and Sarah. Some of you I know and some I don’t but thank you for your interest in some random person’s blog *tear* just kidding I am serious when I say thanks because this is pretty great ideal for me to have followers.

But more importantly here is the second installment in my To Escape Reality continual poem. To properly present the tone for the poem I have linked this song above for you to enjoy while reading. I recommend listening for about 45 secs in a relaxed state with your eyes closed before reading the installment to get the full affect. (for some reason it cuts at like 2:30 secs but don’t worry) 

I would love to hear your guy’s comments and feelings. As always enjoy, comment and share this blog with all. (if you don’t mind=D)

To Escape Reality

II.

I stand in awe as the sky’s soul opens once again and bleeds unto this world of mine. As this blood falls it is not so much a harbinger of death but of hope. Each droplet of blood nourishes this mind of mine, the damaged and strained life, the nature, ideals and emotions which inhabit my refuge are relieved of the poison of life and all is well once again.

A rehabilitation of my mind.

One of the best indie bands EVER!!!!!

So ya I have homework to do but yet here I am posting oh well. How is everybody doing? My life is not to bad how is your's? Well this song is one of my favorites from the band 1997. If you have never heard of them well here is you enlightenment. They are glorious and beautiful. The song is "January 19th" which has the most poetic chorus. Now if only I had someone to share this verse with?!!? Well enjoy. Comment and please pass on my blog I would love to have more followers to share stuff like this and poetry with. Peace out

Individuality

How's it world? So my school term supposedly ended yesterday but for me it does not end until grades are posted but then that means I am in a new term so in a way this is sort of procrastination. Well I thought I would post a poem from awhile ago dealing with the views that the world places on people and how so many people lose individuality to fit in. For me I am not mister social butterfly >':'< (hee hee it's a butterfly) so I am not popular but I like to think that I have individualism which I accredit my parents for and IB (which if you don't know what that is I would gladly rant about it). I feel that it is opportune to start off with a quote and then my poem. Please enjoy, comment and share my blog. I look forward to deep and meaningful discussions.

“Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world there are only individuals.”~ Oscar Wilde

MIRROR

 As I stare into this reflection

Is this who I truly am, what I truly want to be

I see the shell of skin

That face, That skin, That shape

Is that what I truly am?

Is that what the world truly judges one by?

What of that underneath is that forgotten at times?

As I reflect in that reflection it only shows the outside world

So what we spend hours contemplating at is truly the world's greatest LIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To Escape Reality

Hello world. How's life? Good? Great! Well this is a post to officially state some new ideas for my blog. =) I have decided that I will have two main categories from now on. The first will be entitled "Procrastination and Romanticism" which I will use for sharing poems of mine, ideals, thoughts, music and hopefully have some thought provoking discussions. The second will be a running poem entitled "To Escape Reality" which I will continually add to. I will still post randomness since one needs that in life to stay sane and thats what we are all striving for. Right? Well hope you enjoy, comment and share this blog. Thank you all.

Samuel

To Escape Reality

I.

     As the pressure builds the pain jolts like 

          that of the black smiths hammer

meeting with the heated soul of pure

    ore.              The tension continually grows as like that of the piano string taut to the

      last note.                     Then suddenly SNAP I am free like that of a twig in a storm

I float innocently into my world. No cares, no worries. A world intently built and inhabited by those like me. An escape only accessible through a desire for escape. Be what, be who, nobody gives a damn. A world where to fly you fly to live just live.

Create what you want, who you want, you are your very own Dr. Seuss. A world with limitless boundaries. 

Procrastination and Romanticism

I am kind of ticked off at school work for the moment so I figured I would post. Unbeknown to some I like to consider myself a romanticist, though I don't have anyone to be romantic towards. Ha can you say irony? Well I figured I would post this poem entitled Chance Coincidence. Well enjoy and comment.

Chance Coincidence

Was it just a coincidence,
Am I just losing my mind,
I guess you could call me a romantic,
But did you feel the way I did,
When I saw you.

Can you like someone without even meeting them?

Did I miss my only chance?
Could it be that these things just happen?
These chance coincidences.

Did she feel the same as I did?

I guess I will never know.
But be it fate we shall meet again
I must seize that Chance Coincidence.

Observance

This is an poem from last fall which I feel encompasses the ideals of a world just floating by around you, never depending on your interaction. Just an observance from an observer. Enjoy and feel free to comment and follow my blog

"Am I just an observer

'Cause all I feel like sometimes is just a composite of elements watching the world fly by like that of a video

Am I seen by those actors that float pass me, is my existence noted, am I one of the statistics of our world or am I just an organism for the respiration of oxygen to carbon dioxide.

Will I ever know if my existence matters or am I just a marionette for others doing.

Maybe just maybe this is all I need to be at the moment in time and in the future I will possibly be an actor"