American naturalist and writer, Henry David Thoreau,
left society for a cabin in woods to live simply and solo.
He hunted arrowheads, wrote essays, poetry and philosophy.
A leading transcendentalist was America’s first hippy.
What’s going on?
I don’t understand what’s going on
The will of evil people killing me
Why? I don’t know, but it is going on
Maybe my simple single life is the reason
Reason? Reason for what?
Oh, yes I understand because I live my life
The path I created, Its unique constitution, and mine
And open just sometimes, guests can be a unique life
I do not accept any dirty and dusty ideology
I preach peace and independence, that’s the life
Oh, I am sorry, I don’t accept any dead style
Modern West Side psychology is not my life
I want to live my life
I always create my new life
Every day is a new life
I step every day into a new life
I enjoy it,
Meditation, contemplation
Life research and creativity!
This is my life!
Evils! Evils! Evils!
Go away from me!
Liver your life!
Not mine!
My ego won't prevent me being the biggest background ever: Space
Ayn Rand
Took an interesting stand
Against the norm
She took the world by storm
Go ahead and speak up and speak out,
But only speak the words I tell you to take.
Go ahead and be yourself,
But within the confines of who the people allow you to be.
Be the voice for the weak!
But make sure your words match the public outcry.
Because everyone who cares has a map,
And it only maps their way!
Go ahead and be you,
Because that is what we’re told to do.
Individualism
Being true to yourself, till your very last breath
Never looking for fame is the real test
Always outrageous, in your own inimitable way
Being true to yourself, to your very last breath
People love originals and shout hurray
Your main goal is always being your best
Being true to yourself, till your very last breath
Never looking for fame is the real test
June 3, 2020
4:30pm PST
Poem # 1,220
When entire world walks toward sunlight
I decide to stay in moonlight
When whole world cackles
I prefer to keep quiet
They all are doing similar deeds
They all are enjoying the way they proceed
I decided not to do what they do
And let my thoughts to get brew
For there is fun in that
Being different from the rest
Though every one is, in some ways, distinct
And every one thinks like this
Yet they all follow the same track
I am a freak, they might think
But I don’t give a damn
For living a secluded life
And making your own route
Is like having the sweetest fruit
And the prettiest flower
Life is beautiful one you travel on your own path
(~Paghunda)
I adore the individualism of the artistic soul
because if it is inspired
high levels of divine information can be reached
for example:
sometimes, when I am composing in Piano
I feel like I am communicating with God
or when I am writing Poetry perhaps
Whatever the case is,
the dualism of life is not just apparent
people devote themselves to mundane goals
to reaching the approval of others
when true art burns in the heart
when death comes and things and fame don't matter
have we found, who we really are?
Descending tear drops
Frozen no duplications
Snow flakes God’s art work
Nathan Bane Leccese
©All Rights Reserved 05/29/2009
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