Fools ignore complexity. Pragmatists suffer it. Some can avoid it. Geniuses remove it

Industrial design

The industrial style is more of a masculine style, with exposed pipes and beams. The main materials used in decorating are bricks and concrete. The furniture, often unfinished, is usually paired with antiques.

Tragic Ending

The light at the end of went out too soon
This kid wasn't meant to fall to his doom
Today the school is mourning his death
Crying in the halls, not able to rest
These kids really loved him
He wasn't meant to die so soon

Six more months until his graduation
An empty chair, and hearts left with questions
Tears and memory's in behalf of his blessings
This schools never going to be the same
He came so fast and left too soon
These kids really loved him

Standing in the halls they reminisce
All the good things about him they'll always miss
He's the only kid in school who spun a binder on his finger
Carried a boom box when skiing down the hill
Something I think about to this day still
Yet I can't seem to understand what was going through his head
I came to school, finding out this kid he was dead
A tragic ending to an unfinished story

Human condition

Does our genetic code leave us predisposed to believe in a God or Higher Power?

Is Fear of Consequence enough to keep us from making the "right" choice?

Is fear of losing a lover or best friend or both, more of a driving force in making a decision that will allow you the best chance of keeping that person with you?

What causes defiance in an individual? Is it fear of the outcome if they "follow along"?

Is it a fear of the idea that if you've been roped in once it makes it easier next time ?

Can individuals have an actual physical/mental inability to being forced or coersed into conformity?

Without even knowing

there are eyes on every face
so why do yours
make my heart race
why does your smile
light up my day
and then take all my pain away
what's more
why have those eyes I prize
never once looked into mine
every day I talk to you
but still you haven't got a clue
just how much love I feel for you

I want to do what you do for me
to share your pleasures and your pain
and wipe away your wounds with ease
I want to feel your tender touch
and hear your whispers in the dark
that turn all of my fears to dust

all alone here
lying in bed
thoughts of you pop in my head
fantasies of love so true
but I'll never get
what I want from you
realization tears me apart
tears slip down my cheeks
without even knowing, you broke my heart

Fishermen Mending Nets - Hendrick Avercamp

Visione Di San Giovanni - Domenico Fiasella

Portrait of an unknown man with a flower in his buttonhole - Ilya Mashkov