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“Flesh is the representation of truth. Uncovered, it compels us to turn away from it, because everything that is about truth, is something revealed. For the same reason as anyone cannot look directly at the sun, things that are ‘revealed’ represent light, not darkness.”
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In my time of writing, I have received inspiration from a different art form. Some have said that this is a powerful way to write literary works. In many other’s cases, it may be true, too. For those who cannot understand it, it is much like a sculptor going to see theater performances, and receiving…
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“Most ignorant people will state that dominance and submission references wife-beating or domestic violence, when that is simply not true. Dominance refers to loyalty and confidence, attributes that a man genetically possesses, in a predominant manner. To a man, vulnerability is something very alien. That is, he is not willing to simply weep around anyone.…
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Like each pang of burn, Like every drop of sweat, To be hung From my cheeks, from my chin, There is you in mind For no reason at all. For I cannot discern The origin of this feeling. I cannot tell From what Hell, This anger springs from. It is just there And will not…
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When the tears stop flowing From the two sponges kept in sockets Floating atop lakes, Nestled before a mind, Where I gave up the sight for life, And the only vision before me Is a fleeting one. I saw her form, Bleeding upon the shore. Shells were fleeing From their mother. She was the broken…
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My poetry manuscript got accepted by a local publisher in my state’s county. I am thrilled about this. Perhaps I can finally get past my past, and focus on the future, for once. 🙂
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If I was never a poet, Pain would be so easy to feel. If I was never a poet, I would not care to see the outline of your face Embedded deep in memory. If I was never a poet, I’d not have fingers to press buttons Merged in the emotions, where I let tears…
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While I sacrificed all imperfectionsFor one perfection,For one love,Fate was there to curse me. While I sacrificed all the time I hadFor one moment,I received a blame, by fate and its surrounding colors.What a spectacular array of sequencesThat bordered on imprisonment. With her, in arms,I faced the face of Death,And I spat in its face.…
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There are moments I dearly wish to see the eyes That kept me in comfort. Those were the eyes I found to be brighter Than the very sun, Though, I could see them. I was not blinded to them, I was not withheld from looking Upon the iris, nor the dark pupil. In these moments,…
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“For art to grow and prosper, it must be treated as any other life upon Earth. We are creations of other creations, are we not? Therefore, if art is merely ‘anything’, then it is ‘nothing’, referring the creators of this art to be those to keep people in their poverty. They dislike when anyone rises…
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“At the ‘anything’ level, art is referenced to be ‘nothing’. Kept at the anything level, it is kept as an idea at its birth, as nothing. As nothing, it is kept at the poverty level, which must be why we have stated today that ugliness is the same as beauty. No creation is anything, while…
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I have no right to speak To the one I have crippled. To the one I have slain, To the one I have drained Of all her tears, in the next day when she Will come to kiss death, And speak aloud to the open, Words that berate upon when I hear them, Words that…
Modern Romanticism 