Unreality cooled reality’s burn.
Cameron ConawayMots clés pain reality fantasy
If pain is a pot of boiling water, humor can be the rising steam.
Cameron ConawayMots clés humor pain inspiration
A poet could kill the dead.
Cameron ConawayMots clés poetry reputation
So much of control is not authoritative action but mindful waiting.
Cameron ConawayMots clés patience control waiting
To live meant feeding my former self to my current self.
Cameron ConawayMots clés life past present transformation
How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?
Cameron ConawayMots clés life honesty time giving sharing
In The Land of Poetry and Fighting, Efficiency rules the throne. I try to live here, so I shave my head because hair is dead and dead is inefficient.
Cameron ConawayMots clés fighting efficiency life-and-death
My next fight would not be measured in rounds, but throughout a lifetime. It would sustain and fulfill me longer than anything in the cage could. My opponent, my fight, would be against the slipping aspects of American society.
Cameron ConawayMots clés society fight america fulfillment awareness life-mission
Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing.
Cameron ConawayMots clés life writing passions interests
Don’t settle, but settle.
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