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“As for evidence, the Atheist will not believe in what should require material proof, since it could not be presented. And yet, who protects or loves the material? Material substance is created for its consumption, and never to the motive to protect what should not disappear. Believing in love, or a truth as this, is…
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“It is those most prejudiced who thrive in the sheer desire to be different. To them, another’s distrust or simple dislike to their difference, becomes their empowerment. A taste of power, to the modern individual, is just as the average dictator’s liking of a population’s fear that is grown through the same distrust.” – Modern…
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“The mind, to which resonates with convenience, holds its place as well with competition. Lesser or greater, in the limited value, though nothing is more infinite in worth than the heart. In comprehension of that, one is able to admit that the life being saved was more valuable than what was used to prolong its…
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The ocean with its candle,A lighthouse above these tears.Walking with the folded pages,Carrying more than weight to handle. A perfect neck, once kissedWhile weeping through sincerityAs its blessing died in vanity.I pulled back the curtainTo find the waves – Sending back what was lost,A love that gave into her gravity.I signaled for the world to…
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How many seeds plantedTo grow what never wantedTo lift from where it fell?The moon smiles to sorrow’s spell,Joining the vacant night,Leaving fog for the curtains,Exhaling vapor upon the windows. Is love able to clotheA senseless mind that loathes?One face here for light,One form there with fright,While sadness keeps tricklingMarble streams down cheeks of flesh.Blood keeps…
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Build the waters, aroundTo see your reflection, in the sound.The hills kneel in their heavy weight,To bring you upon the mound.Your eyes recede to the battered stateIn being less than, when being moreThan all visions, to this love. Build the vessel for our veins,Rowing the waters pastWith much to push backOn the years that never…
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“It is grief that stains the living soul. It is not peace with the bereaved, since it is peace with the dead. Those who grieve are in pain, because they wish to be with the dead. To recover from this, reverse the wish to be with them, to the understanding that the dead live on…
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“There is much that bleeds, within. Beyond the shield that stops us, beyond the preference we hold to be different Bibles, there is a light that warms us with the same understanding of reality.” – Modern Romanticism Sameness. It is a word that understands the earth, beneath the layers, beneath the cloak. Beneath what guards,…
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Space between dust of meRunning through an hourglass of grief.Poignant in all the rush,A journey within despondency.You hold your cup,Weeping for one mile after anotherWhile the waters fade beneath our feet. Toss your coin, the one you keepAt the summit of all your vanityThe world sees as your third extremity.I can hold this hand before…
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Dreaming to your lightUpon a dim-lit night,As your voice reaches arms aroundThis hollow form clinging to the ground.I have slept upon your grave,Hoping for a returnTo the same salience – In the same fameLove inspired me to believe.Though the Autumn leavesGrow fainter, to our shame. As tears comes to cultivateA golden garden that decorates –…
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Sing to me, next to meAll the faces collected for meThat each would not resideAs much as I have cried for thee – Fountain-clogged steps in time,With no future tears to spillFrom eyes, wearied with the haste.Tell me you remember to hideWhen the final sound comes from behind. You remain the tide curling to shatterTo…
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Each smile to the salvation.Twin lovers with identical heartsSwim in veins, before evening startsOn their voyage towards elation.With no stars to appear,Love grew apart, with the lit matchBurning the crown of thorns – As blood fell to match the bread,With a mother weeping for her dead. A man embraces a woman,Holding her shed skin, closeBefore…
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