Oddly I would say that confidence can easilly work against intelligence. It can seem as a display, like peacoking, yet miss many signs of important thinking, especially when it is obvious that someone is really over confident. This is rather a road to making stupid mistakes.
We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
More on poetry.
Sometimes I am not sure if I can write a poem and my confidence is weak. I know that I am smart enough but the muse seems gone. At times like this I take a leap of faith and just begin writing and let the speed of my writing attempt to call the muse in while I am writing. Needless to say I end up erasing a lot where the poem began, as it bagan some lines later down.
Have I forgoten how to complain,
Perhaps i need a doctor
The most human obsession missing!
Something must be wrong!
The most human obsession missing!
Something must be wrong!
So then what's the theme not..
1. Not a theme about weeping a lake out of my eyes.
2. Not a theme of waking up stressed in the morning.
3. Not a theme that means internet empty calories.
4. Not a theme of Less Wicked Land.
5. Not a theme of big brother conspicies.
6. Not a theme of read and read and read!
7. Not mrore troll days.
I'm on my way!
2. Not a theme of waking up stressed in the morning.
3. Not a theme that means internet empty calories.
4. Not a theme of Less Wicked Land.
5. Not a theme of big brother conspicies.
6. Not a theme of read and read and read!
7. Not mrore troll days.
I'm on my way!
Mouse could not find Alice
Alice oh Alice
Where are you
Where are you darling dearest
There is nothing to fear
Night is here
And there is the forest
It is dark there
And almost perfect
For dream to rise
Like ghosts in the middle
Of the nightmare
There is blood red rain
It sounds bad
But then there is day
Then the air clearith
The decline is done
All the sighs die
As the sun shineth
Mercy is kind
Dreams wait beyond lights
Wipe those tears away
There is nothing to fear
It is a rainbow
The mood is gay
Wipe those tears away
Even love will have it's day
Shining upon your silly face
Love like orange shadows
Leap torwards space
And there is change.
Where are you
Where are you darling dearest
There is nothing to fear
Night is here
And there is the forest
It is dark there
And almost perfect
For dream to rise
Like ghosts in the middle
Of the nightmare
There is blood red rain
It sounds bad
But then there is day
Then the air clearith
The decline is done
All the sighs die
As the sun shineth
Mercy is kind
Dreams wait beyond lights
Wipe those tears away
There is nothing to fear
It is a rainbow
The mood is gay
Wipe those tears away
Even love will have it's day
Shining upon your silly face
Love like orange shadows
Leap torwards space
And there is change.
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