The origin of selfishness can only come from personal decisions. We believe, at all times, that the decisions we make define ourselves, when such is not true. The decisions we make shape our world, the reality around us, not who we are, within. In fact,…
Were a person to not have a choice in the manner of an action, it would be more-so suited to objectively doing the right thing. How is this? To imagine it like a person who loves another, doing what is right for them, it is…
Only my eyes Have ever seen the tears you’ve cried Out from pupils that were blacker Than the soul you carry low in your arms. Beauty has been wasted On canvases too thickened by mistrust and defeat, On the spiderwebs that caught more that flies,…
“Over the meaning of life, justice has no meaning to any interpretation, other than how justice defines itself. It is a danger to interpret justice. As much as a person would want the liberty of doing so, interpreting justice would mean to have one’s own…
“Think of the ‘interpretation’ of an event, of an individual, of any single thing the two eyes of someone can lay upon, as falling on the side of ‘personal desire’ versus ‘justice’. No one should be allowed to interpret what justice means, in this world.…
Hold fast Words that do not mix Well with the dust of stars, With the fuel for flames, With the ashes of a thousand homes Crumbling beneath the house of God. Your words are fickle As the breeze that does not stand still. You move…
How often to force your way To see the sunrise, The awakening pain At the surface beneath your feet Crawls to your eyes To break open tears Upon your hands, Shielded as you are From the coming swarm? How often to force your way To…
Wrapped around and clean Of the woes to a dismal paradise That left you weeping On a tombstone, tempered by your sorrows, Yet rusted by the leaving heart. I will hold what is left In golden palms, Loving psalms, Attach a rope to your feet,…
Hold yourself in bliss To where you feel so somber Without a cloud, Without a face upon the moon To stare upon, In deepest memory To the things you have dropped. Not bliss For the aching lips, For the twisting hips Breathe forth a kiss…
Pace your way Through the tracks of snow, For I am well ahead of you Fallen as the debris. I have peeled my eyes To the sunrise, Though obscured behind the clouds Like your face behind the shroud Where tears make the frozen rain Beneath…
