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My love,How could I departFrom the wind that sets my sailsTo glide?How could I withdrawFrom the openness to a moving seaThat guides me to your lightIn this storm?How would I notSee your eyes among the mist?I will drown in your fathomable kiss,Drinking the greatest momentsEver to relate to the fashion of bliss. My eyesOpen to…
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“All love builds the unison that forms a collective of oneness, though only between individuals. It should be said that a person who wields ‘protective instincts’ for each breathing loved one, does so out of that oneness. Instinct relates to the choice of personal aid. Love, itself, voids reason, voids escape, of its responsible enactment.…
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“The moron who states that prejudice is a simple dislike, is same in the belief that soldiers warring with one another, from nation to nation, simply ‘dislike’ one another. How could a soldier simply dislike his enemy, over fearing them? Fear is a refinement tool. It tempers any individual to comprehend certain wisdom. Whether to…
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“When prejudice is believed to never be a fear, it becomes a one-sided standpoint on who can possibly take a form of it. When prejudice is believed to be a fear, equality is soon promoted in the belief that all sides, when prejudiced, feel the same thing. For when emotion can be realized, in terms…
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“The ignorance of a human, in contrast to knowledge, resonates in the fear in distance between people. To what one knows of another, makes knowledge. To what one does not know of another, makes ignorance. This much, is obvious. However, to be fearful, would also mean to be ignorant. It is the case of any…
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Chapter Two “The Danger of Blurring Lines” A common human way with our Nature is to believe one should have a choice in any matter, for freedom’s sake. To possess a falsified sense of freedom means to have the reasoning in escaping from the task of being responsible. To be responsible, means to be logical.…
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“The Danger of Interpretation” An interpretation holds a single meaning. To interpret is to fragment what has always been a whole, for it to then become an incomplete form. In comparison, a whole could be a mirror. In contrast, the whole of the mirror, when “interpreted”, is now a fragmented mirror. To see something as…
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Blue runs satinOn velvet torsos,As a sky finds hopeIn rays from beneath,In submission to her.On knees, to pleadFor beauty’s needThat the dirt of meCan leave a rope to seeA trail that marks this worldA scene where love is hurledOceans to the place of meadows. We are lost in forgotten towns,Buried in rain,Flooded by the tears…
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Why do weUpon days soaked in ebony,Drenched in the darkOf moments, apart,Wash ourselves to clean ourselvesStill with the touch to soothe vessels,To calm the spark of dreadLeaving lipsUnneeded to be fed? We are relivedIn our quiet currentOf clear, about ourselves, so near.We dream of glaciersTo cover our cities.We hear the nightmares of othersIn external lives.Can…
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Heaven’s songsMove the eclipseFrom your throatThat you might belt the solo through,That you might weave your fingers to undoStrands about your slender waist.We areA gap too close,Walking in circles,As our eyesAre a future too distant. Love dries lakes,Leaves fish to rotWhile we would have drowned,Instead of walked.Bleed a new river,My love.Lift your arms to meet…
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Call to the staresUpon the flooding roads.Let the small become the largeBy the wake of your gaze.I will kiss the nose that breathes summer,Disposes of petalsFor the sunlight we both crave,To grow us,To send us. We are lovers of twin moonsFor the dimmest planet.I am not the volcano that can do muchOther than rumble, on…
Modern Romanticism 