Telelia

Without intellect we would be no better off than the dirt in which we turn to in death. Without intellect we are nothing but beasts upon this planet. Without intellect there would be no words to put on pages, no ink spilling the illustrations of our souls, the vessels pumping in our carcass wasted resources And yet... we cannot accept the fact that we are intelligent, designed to surpass the expectations of our creators. For once we realize this, we must look deep down into that dark core of our being and realize that we can no longer blame outside forces for the despicable acts that we commit against our fellow human beings. For with intel

Slaves Every being born on this planet is a slave to a whim, an idea; Are we a slave to our body? A slave of the mind?      to the questions of the Universe?      to the burning passions inside? A slave of the soul?      to the tuggings of our heartbeat      to the strings of the puppeteer A slave. Every one of us. It's a caste system of slaves- where some are more noble, and others degenerate... but in the end... it's a slave. We are a black mark on a white canvas. No matter how big or small... black is black. White is white. There is no grey area in this matter. And never was. Free will is just the ability to choose who we serve.

"But until then, you need to SHUT THE FUCK UP when grown folks is talkin!" -Black Dynamite I may start arguments online, start discussions, and the worst thing I get isn't silence- I love silence. "Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt" -Abraham Lincoln What's worse than silence? Getting comments of "you're an old fart" or "you're an idiot" or "you're just old Telelia. You're way of thinking is old" What does this show me? You have no thought, you lack proper desire to give an educated comment. That you regurgitate what society told you to. That you're just like the rest of the sheep, willing

The Closet Hider of things, profound and unjust; does it rot and stink? Harbinger of darkness, secrets and Fears; does it make you sink further into Tears? Eating your soul, day in night out; do you dare open those doors? Only to see how empty you are; have you never met me before? Pain? Baggage? Clothes and toys- memories are sweet as they are bold Happiness? Joy? Freedom now? Did you find the keys, the wings to unfold? Darkness and Light- contrary and bright; Did you see your chains or eyes just lie? Truth and Justice, the scent of dust; what did you not see? You'll never know the Boogey Man doesn't exist if you don't dare to open

The Difference of a child and Adult: What makes a man a man, and a woman a woman, has nothing to do with what's between the legs, and everything to do with the Character they grew into.

Passion The Flame of Innovation that tells us anything and everything can be better It is the driving force behind out heart's desire, it is the Fire that is Eternal. It burns, consumes, Guides and tells us what to do. It is what separates the wheat from the Chaff, the boys from Men, the girls from Women. It is the Fire that makes us Gold. It is the 1% who dwell to make the world a better place- the silent few behind masks on the internet, on the street, the nameless who innovate and dream of Tomorrow because deep down the Real Magic of the world is that creation is in our hands; the mud to people, to silicone, to the voices of the Wind and