The World I'd Give Away

I’d give away the hate

I’d give away the sorrow

For a little peace

I’d give away the quiet

And all my emptiness

For a little challenge

The world I’d give away

So I may lead the life I want

I’d give away the love

And all my ideals

Just for a bit of trouble

Giving the world away

To live my problems through

The world I’d give away

To change myself

I’d give away relations

To find my meaning

In the world I’d give away

For a chance to prove my worth

The world I couldn’t give away

In the darkest night

Or the foulest group

My sight for future

And my love for others

To keep it all I’d risk my life

To save my world

I’d give away another

For all gifts and pleasures

I would give to find

A new world

For the world I’d give away

The Quality of Quality part 1

What is quality? I don't understand. this is a difficult question and I am not sure that I can properly answer it. Oh well here goes.
Quality I think is something that is meant to bring the mind to interest. quality gives us a sense of being drawn in. It lets us relax and understand what we're being drawn into. Quality ties into interests that of a specific group. It brings out open conversation and helps people to debate certain over certain opinions and matters. Quality seems to open up new doors. to new pieces of quality.
An example of this is music. Mixing two types of music of good quality often creates a new type of music with its own quality. That quality could vary from being good in one mind to absolutely horrid in another mind. All quality is different in some way like this. Never do two things have the same exact quality. I guess you could call it a finger print in a way.
Quality could be something that brings out the excitement of being able to discuss a subject. it brings out a good energy to people who have the same interests as the writer, or musician or sculptor or etc.. Quality is the an aspect of something that creates opinion and controversy.
Giving someone the ability to control quality as they discuss there opinion is a good idea and a bad one at the same time. Sure you get to have a sense of control over the matter, but it seems that the better the quality the more fragile and powerful the control gets. You see the of something entirely depends on the quality of quality itself and the quality of quality depends on the confidence of the originator.
The quality of quality, can be fragile out of fear for being proven to be bad and powerful at the same time because of the background information and the knowledge of the subject. Quality can be shot down when someone shows disinterest, and it can be defended by the creator because the creator knows the most about the quality of the subject.
Well I could go on like this for forever but right now its tome for me to stop. I will come back to this later.

Musical Manifestation

Where does music come from? What does it make us think about? I have been listening to music for years (I believe that we all have) and I was inspired to take on poetry one and a half years ago. It has been my dream to be published. Or at least this is my common dream. A dream I have kept a bit more to myself is having my poetry used by a musician. In my opinion poetry is just a deeper form of music. All that is missing is the instruments.
What inspires music? Is it the emotions of ourselves and the people around us. Could it possibly be the things we notice, or what bout experiences. In fact all these things and so much more create the lyrics to a song. What creates the right instrumental noise is knowledge of how the rhythm of the song works. The creation of a song is the combination of knowledge, thought, and emotion. In some ways you could call it a triangle of connecting traits. Knowledge of your thoughts thinking, thinking about your emotions and your emotions expressing your knowledge through rhythm.
To me music is about the three points above. It comes to me like this. If its an experience its an easily expressed story through knowledge, thought, emotions. However if a person only takes notice of everything around him as a passing picture then there is no way to put the idea in place as a rhythm. Well an idea could be put into place though it would probably come out on paper as something other than a musical thought or rhythm.
To me music comes from all this. Music becomes the physical manifestation of an inspiration through knowledge, thought, and emotion. The process is started through knowledge. You know what you know and you cannot change that. You then take that knowledge and you examine it through thought. You think about what it means, where it came from, how it got into your head? Finally you let emotion take over and give rhythm and flow to your thoughts creating music.
This is all just a theory. Though I believe in some parts of it as being true. All I want is for you to give your opinion.

a New Way to Be Normal summary

This poem is more about how people call themselves normal. What does normal mean to you? This poem is my meaning of normal and my expression of how we are all being normal by being different. What I mean by this if you are confused is that no two people are exactly the same. We all act differently, look different. And so on and so forth. This is what some people don’t understand. Some people expect that if you are not like them then you are odd. The point of all this is that everyone is odd in one way or another. it’s just some people can’t admit they are different for fear of losing respect by there peers. So maybe what we can all do for this knowledge is apply it to the way we live and how we treat others.

A new Way to be Normal

How can someone be normal

When always different from the other

Why is it we say that we are normal

Someone always finds something wrong

There is no such thing as being normal because

Every one has something abnormal about them

We always act differently from one another

We always say to friends

How much you and I have in common

How much do you have that is different

What do you say to the lesser people but

Wow your weird

Then your superiors say

That exact same phrase to you

People who say they are normal

Single themselves out as the ones who are different

The ones who say nothing

Are the ones who always seem different

Normality’s like differentials are all the same

So how can one say he’s normal when He is

So different

Because being different is what makes you normal

This is a great conundrum

Most people would never take notice of

Yet bring it to life regularly

We have always put a foot forward to

Make sure that we’re the better of the bunch

But end up making ourselves worse off

For doing so and becoming better

The people below look up in disgust

While the people above look down and laugh

A Turmoil Within summary

this poem talks about a pair of entities that make up both sides of, in ways everything. Good and evil. They both fight for domination. I tell you in the poem that they create each other. Well, this is true. And the example I gave is one of many. Another example is the war in Iraq. While we are trying to bring peace we are angering more and more people there. And while they try to rid us of their country we are forced to send over more and more troops. I agree with the democrats that we need to pull out our troops, but I also agree with the republicans that we need to finish what we started. If I were a politician I would have to start to split up the troops we have over there currently. Some people to help there government and some people to secure the safety of the Iraqy people. I will go into this some other time though.

A Turmoil Within

A peace of unimaginable power

A chaos that is impossible to stop

Two colliding forces

Seemingly choosing never to end

Won’t one break

What will be the deciding factor

Peace fighting or the calm

Chaos fighting for blood shed

Two sides that tear at the mind

While the peace fights for calm

It tears with destruction

While the chaos fight for destruction

It leaves behind a solemn peace

The two seem to create each other

Trying to bring each other down

It just doesn’t seem right that

One can destroy what it creates

Unless it stops fighting back

And waits for the other to die out

And slowly lose all the resources it feeds on

One can’t live without the other

So to fight is to keep ones self from going extinct

A twilight is left when chaos fades

And a fiery waste land is left when peace disappears

A mind that is confused which must it choose

Both one or the neither

Both would lead to the mind torn apart

Peace would lead to a life in twilight

And chaos would lead to a complete and total annihilation of all morality

And neither is just for those who wish to stay the way they are