Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) It's All Greek to Me! Oh how they have bastardized you, Christianized you and called you Christmas. The Hellenic hegemony is Homeric in it's epic. Westward origins affects our intuitive nature, at times running counter-clockwise to our reason centers, forever changed by the forward cadence of the Vergina Sun.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) Deterministic Safety Nets What keeps you grounded in transcendental times. Sadly, the mourning light is separated by nothing but darkness and thorny patches. This guy is falling, on solid ground lie our remains, for reality sustains.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) Silencing Silence Delicate equilibria teeter on extinction. This land of Logos we so belligerently claim as our right to populate requires stewardship giving voice to the silence of others. Can you hear their cries for help? The language animal is their predator. Indifference breeds hate in the inhumane.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) Optimistic Weatherman Today's responsion faces adversity head on, whether its a gallery stroll or a winter wind, the promise of what comes next anticipates the potentials we produce. Can you feel Descartes Error (1994)?
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) Rise Up From Where You Lie Us versus them is a dichotomy of pride et al, pursued by the length of a lion, sheepish at times and a foul replacement of an odor. Chains can elevate but the motion is circular. Heightening the senses requires environmental feedback, not tipping points.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) The Solitude of Soledade Bent earthward we are like heliotropic plants waiting for our sun to continue sustaining our life. Force is futile in the evolution of the natural selection. Parsing the parsimony from the phylogenetic tree converges on homoplasy. So what's your excuse?
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) The Forgotten Few Influence Many Legislate your proxy, exercise your inner will. Free man! Whoa-man, slow down, catch your breath. Marshall a plan, a collective for sure, individual none-the-less.Legislate than never.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) Informal Introductions Intentions coincide, nervous systems play a sympathetic role, balancing the para in harmony with two lips in a field filled with hot air? Ballooning out of control, one cliché stack upon another until it reaches this guy.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) Alone at Last Eruptions of loneliness interrupt thine with mine. What's yours is mine, mine, mine. Creatures of consumption, "mining" resources to be relinquished without concern, consumed by the ego and the exchange of the self for the Platonic groom.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) Nike Stole That One Victory is in the acts of doing, accumulated over time, habitual in order to overcome. Just doing it should evoke the mythology, not the not the brand for as Søren Kierkegaard said, "Once you label me you negate me."
