Interest in this blog is for those who partake in valuing philosophy and poetry.
“We are not to love, out of perception, for to perceive merely means to see the form. The form, being limited, is what perception comprehends only as such. As in, perception only sees itself, being of limitation. It is to then love, that perception is forgone, as the limitation becomes the unlimited. We are forever, […]
Read MoreThere is everything of the inside of a person, beyond the color of skin, beyond the stains. To the essence of truth, coming from within, it is never a shallowness. Then, to the politician who cannot see that, will say against a teller of truth to merely hear their words. Though, not merely to the […]
Read MoreHow ever can a person understand that which is a nothingness, objectively so? A nothingness to what one sees, of outside endeavors, for that is the truth. Outside of what one can comprehend, a nothingness resides. Nothingness, for in the things so uncertain to ourselves, is like reaching for what is unable to be controlled. […]
Read More“It is only in the aspect of sheer disgust that one politician will reference upon his opponent, ‘That was not the correct thing to say.’ Yet, it was the correct thing to say. Their disgust only ever emanated from believing an ‘incorrect’ form of political notion, was told. It was yet the correct usage of […]
Read More“The fool who desires leadership in the sense for which it speaks, only exists to yearn for deceit. It is only ever a lie that is the most comforting aspect of speech. As truth will shock, lies will convince, making deception the one thing that can soothe insecurity. For security’s sake, we are loyal to […]
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Wide awake,And trembling.You seem to see the sunBefore your handsome eyes.You seem to scar the world,With the blood that falls.I have screamed,Unlike youTo the time of our unfelt passion,Lying awake, as you do. Like some ocean that aches,Wearying senselessLives, to depravation.I kiss,Though not to soothe,Though to share my thunderUpon you.Each taste of your perfect formIs […]
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I can see the surface.Your form never cracksUnder the blankets, that are my hands,Beneath the stare that goes to commandYour shape to be something turnedFrom frost,Back to snow. Belittled coldness,Must become malleable.I take a rose to your face,Laying it to your lips.I take a cloth to your eyes,Fading tears to the next leakLike stamps against […]
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Towards the sun,The openWhere I find you, laying thereIn twisting streamsOf your velvet stare.I can lay a kissThat even God will not remember,Will not see,As my eyes cut cleanTo the veins of you. BreathingA design to your solaceOf you,My illusion, my empireWeeping a remaining roadFor my weary legs to walk,Bleeding pathsDown, for hopes to be […]
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Like love never wore proudlyThe mark of you,To sootheThe dark of you,Leaving flickers to set you to sleep,My deepest romance,Kissing you, under the vowTo never departFrom the heart, of you. I can restDeep below your shadow,Leaving drops to count a new light,Falling from my eyes,In tearstained loyalty. Your words,Your eyesAre to my every obedience.I love […]
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SafetyEludes the shores,Of your form in the twist,Of your shades to be kissed,Of your wakefulnessHere to be missed. When you open your mouthTo breathe your horrors,Call through to me,When I can weep alongsideThe preciousness of you. When you can sighWords that catch the slopeOf sand once fertile,To new beginnings, I will runTowards the holiest sun. […]
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How much warmth of summerDo you feel,When I touch you, in your trembling?My hands graze firmYour shoulders, your neck,To breathe in a million starsFrom your weathering eyes. Such coldness,So much oldnessScars you,Tears you down,In fields of waking memory,Bleeding your eyes dry. Feel whole,My bleeding beloved,For the world cannot scorn you,So much as I will warm […]
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“Science has no purpose, other than the benefit for the flawed form. Yet, to make the form perfect, is to also make the mind imperfect. We are insane, when we realize not our own limitations.” – Modern Romanticism Mind and body, where the former is perfect, as the latter is not. No science comprehends the […]
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