Fabio Baxter
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Philosopher and Writer.
I and the breadth of my knowledge is too vast to be conceived in one breath.
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In the field of black tulips.
In honor of a well civilized society – I shall be frank about the emotions that were brought to my patient attention. The skill that is embodied has exceptionally good reasons in doing so. It is with my permission the pen can be in a dispute where an amendment to its intended purpose be proposed. Simplicity is the average, and its definition is given in context. The knowledge of when it is appropriate for an example is dependent on how foreign my means are to one’s methods. Empathize with the complex when they are told they are only built to house those sheltered from a certain home. Now I urge you to confront the guests about the break ins, and why the house was alone. Consequently, being in a building together and building together are mutually exclusive. Thus, it is only in hindsight we become aware that what seemed so simple can only be done by the complex. The complex dress words better because they bathe actions carefully and far more intently than anyone ever could. This is also the case when one considers that people have always resulted to begging words for references in hopes of being employed by actions.
By Fabio Baxterabout a year ago in Humans
The sounds of love and the voices it chose.
In life there are primarily two schools of thought. The paths and the streams. Paths require you have a strong and heavy heart. Streams require you have a cool and steady head. Although there are countless paths, they all lead nowhere, and that is where they mean to. There are a lot of streams, and unlike paths they lead somewhere. The hope is to one. When you take a path, you agree to give what you must. When you’re in a stream you are committed to accepting what you can.
By Fabio Baxter2 years ago in Humans
The bane of my existence
What happens when you put an insanely competitive, extremely confident, highly sensitive, consistently anxious, occasionally paranoid, and sometimes destructively grandiose individual in chaotic environments for two decades? A walking affirmation of all the beautiful and ugly ways the existence of mankind has, is, and will be justified. The model from which roles are created, and a model that grants pre-existing role models the trials through which they can be purified. Contrary to the contents presented so far and the implications of the answer to the opening question, that same individual is a walking contradiction. Simply because of the constant overthinking and the inescapable feelings of impostor syndrome. Nonetheless, I am that and that, I most certainly am.
By Fabio Baxter3 years ago in Humans
BABY BOY.
I am here just like you are. Let that be the fundamental law of what we will build. It is refreshing to be graced with an uncontaminated mind. We can delve into how we came to be but that will unravel itself as time passes. I have no idea how our story ends and the chapter where I meet my end will lead you to pick up the pen. What moves me will now inhabit you. I spend my time doing different things and each moment we are gifted together; my presence will be the display of a select few. Simply because I and the breadth of my knowledge is too vast to be conceived in one breath. So, I will offer you wisdom when I can. Wisdom that comes from digging deep. I ethically mine slutty caves for precious jewels, analytically implement them, and avoid the mind fields. When it is your turn to dig deep this will be your guide and sometimes serve as a reminder to keep moving.
By Fabio Baxter3 years ago in Humans
The Purple Route
What commands man the beast to attention? What calls forth the convictions imprisoned within his heart, and leads him to impassioned speech? The inexplicable, a thing that transcends our construct of time, and the parochial views we ignorantly judge to be standards. As a humanist, I derive joy from studying the gift labeled life and learning about the different parts of the human experience. I am a man with odd manners and flaws ever-present; However, my tongue has proven to be an ideal. Furthermore, from my infancy, it rose rapidly to eminence and has been the standard of eloquence. Nevertheless, I am humble enough to admit I have been given a gift, and with it I will tell stories. I hope through my stories I will justify the existence of mankind.
By Fabio Baxter3 years ago in Humans
Words without meaning.
The inability to feel deeply degrades a person. I write this to share what is and will continue to be the essentials. I stand and with a spine, promise not to use words that are thieves. Nor will I structure or manipulate a group of words to burry truth. At the end, I pray that like me, you too will be able to swallow the sun with a smile. I present this in a manner I’ve judged to be productive. Although the draft and its revisions could’ve been of quality, they lacked conviction and confidence. What you are reading is not what you could have read, and that is for your sake. I call attention to living and its current state. The state of the lives we live, and the state of our lives in the shadows when the sun is law. At this moment, the best can be better and what’s good is “enough”. I hope what is evidently absurd be absurd, so it can be named and avoided for the sake of creation and its process. To believe a celebratory observance or a halfhearted praise of the great pillars of civilization, is a suitable substitute for constant protection and maintenance is criminal. That is a dangerous belief to have because it breeds a hate even love itself shames. So, what is the root of it all? … is the root of it all. An ambiguous and universal will without a probate that draws a will to question itself. A question without an answer can be borne, so long as it is not infuriatingly redundant. After all, what the loaned ear asks to be compensated with is ordered chaos. Why have a tongue or knowledge of language, and abuse a privilege such as communication? My love for words cannot be worded and when words dance well, I attribute to their dance a word we believe an exuberate rainforest embodies. Moreover, there are certain things we cannot know why we don’t know. One of them is life after living. If what lies beyond can only be found beyond physical existence, why pose the question? Perhaps asking why there is a will and why most people pretend there isn’t one, is a way to be useful. The adventure offered to the person that tries to answer why there is a being that wills, is far more an enlightening experience and will momentarily satisfy father time. Unfortunately, it will not stop him or his wondering eyes. The ones who accept the adventure are blessed with a savory gift. A present terribly wrapped in time. Those who feel otherwise prepare for an imaginary after. Quite honestly, is it not favorable to make the incorrect educated guess and be left better educated? What is a "Belief," if it is not that exaggerated, but without an instantiation? To be graced with the present and its informative moments is life preserving, and only a life preserved can pose questions to expand life. Failing at or after an attempt, is suddenly desirable when confronted with the consequences of failing to be selfish. Failing to understand being selfless towards oneself is the prerequisite for generosity. The selfish person that is selfless in a truth preserving way is loved fearingly. However, we have made the existence of such a person expendable. The expendables were once a group of selfless essentials. Today, they are betrayed and gifted roses with poisonous thorns. Passion is a dense reason to be unaware and staying that way. Nonetheless, it empowers the orchestra of thoughts and unfortunately, we believe the tree of ideas can only be scenic because of its branches and leaves.
By Fabio Baxter4 years ago in Humans
Mother Nature
“The depths of the female heart have yet to be explored to this day” Fyodor Dostoyevsky. I don’t know exactly what he meant by that. It is a quote I can remember word for word. If we know anything about memory and especially with words, is the amount of attention that must be paid to remember something WORD for WORD. I guess that should serve as a reason for how important this quote is. Would it not make sense that a factor in the judgment of competence about a topic, should be how much a person values what they’re preaching their competence of? If that makes sense then I will explore Dostoyevsky’s quote and why he wrote it. In the end, I will explore such depths further than anyone has, at least further than the day this quote was written.
By Fabio Baxter5 years ago in Humans
AMARE vs. ODIO
I watched from afar and I mean there were so many people I could not get as close as I wanted to. People had been talking about it for years and today was the day it was going to happen. The battle of the decade, the final war. Confused bystanders or should I say people who had been living under a rock kept asking the same question over and over. "Who is fighting? Why are they fighting? " One person would get their answer and a few moments later some dumb ass would be asking the same question. Anyway, the stage was set, people were settling in and things began to quiet down as the two fighters began to slowly walk towards each other. It was a battle between Amare and Odio. The two most powerful fighters in the world and no one else came close. Don’t even try and debate me on this because the magnitude of these two fighting could clearly explain how powerful they were compared to anyone else.
By Fabio Baxter5 years ago in Unbalanced
Dalila the Dandelion
Two matches when lit on fire then placed next to each other and if close enough, will burn eternally together. They were grown in a small town in the eastern part of the world. It is funny people named it a dandelion because when the sun kissed it the glow that it exuded resembles what can only be the reflection of a specific version of the sun. If you happen to come across one that hasn’t fully bloomed, you would be tempted to pluck one up, severing the corpse of such a gift into two and blowing away the connections it took a lifetime to grow. You do this in hopes of being granted a wish which we both know is pathetic. Such a gift should only be left to grow and to bloom into something that can stand in the suns’ way and reflect to the human eye the closest thing it would ever come to staring directly into the sun. Although most of the time people do this to dandelions, the only explanation I have is that from the premature death of what would become beautiful is the mere theft of the power that it takes to create something in life.
By Fabio Baxter6 years ago in Humans
Act for both
Desire Slowly I started, hands through the thick brown threadlike strands growing from her scalp. The high temperature of the invisible gaseous substance, that she exhaled from her nostrils, filled my left ear. As our lips drew closer together and our faces aligned, she squirmed like a slug being salted to death. Right before our lips could meet, I pulled away.
By Fabio Baxter6 years ago in Filthy
