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How great,For how subtleTo never lose youIn the wild rain,Within the washed-up grain,Stealing a signAll over again. A ghost in the doorwayTo look upon you,As I falterIn this place,In the afterlife. Here, the heart screamsWith the churning of ironIn my cold bloodstream.Falling apart,In the wind. A look upon your lips,A scar to where I kissedYour…
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“Were convenience to be the thing of care, then we will treat the human life as one. Whether them to be deemed as convenient or inconvenient is only suited towards what drives utility to prove itself as akin to slavery. If an individual rebels, they are the inconvenience. If an individual complies, they are simply…
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“To the limitation of a resource, is not to the eternal place of love. We cannot relate the offering of a resource, as money or medication, to love. We cannot, because the two differ in that the former is limited, whereas the latter is unlimited. A resource cannot compare to love nor to compassion.” –…
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“Why love has no function, is to know that nothing loved is seen for its use. Betrayal, and then, the realization for our fragility, being of pain, is the result of being used. Forgetfulness, being of no love, though only the lust that partakes of the gain and the usage. If a person complies to…
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“Being brought low means to be displayed as related to the utilitarian prospects for a person. In using an object, one becomes an object. In a society where function is the value, where we complain of objectification, there is no preservation. In devouring another, we become devoured ourselves. What has changed in this world, except…
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“It is love that displays no function. It is never the thing so temporary to a person, as would be so much like a function. As a function is never eternal, what is brought low is the person descended of their individualism to belong in the slave ring. We are unloved as disregarded humans, when…
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“Function complies to its limitation. A resource is no more the dependency than the life for which is also limited in its temporary aspect. How does a society rely on what is never genuine in where it is meant to be? As convenience never lives on, then it does not correspond with something said to…
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“There is nothing more repulsive, to the man, than the urge to retreat back to himself. What is himself, if outside of the she whom he loves? If he had loved, then he’ll not love himself, ever again. To truth, there is protection of it. There is concealment of it, of her, of the one…
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“No Man nor Woman is equal, so long as we compete, or if it is when we do not love, or if it is that we are not dead.” – Modern Romanticism Life is a competition. Anything besides love or death, is a fluctuation of stampeding revolution. For it is not life that is opposite…
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“By what I felt, I felt you. By all I loved, it was always you. In your vulnerability, I came crashing through. Then, when I lost you, I felt myself. I felt myself breaking. I heard myself crying. Among all to love, in all I love, it was always you. Your pain, it opened me.…
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All to grieve,Among all to believeThat love’s truest designHolds out allTo be mine,Upon the road where the windCarries both sigh and kiss. Upon the air, above the road,Carting on the blissThrough the stagnant storm,Singing onWithout being tornBy the stretch of decayBeneath these feet. Much has fallen,Much else has loweredIn its feverish collapseTo ruined petals,Rancid graveyards.…
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His comfort,A dying collection of senses.His fire,Hidden behind his eyes.His words,Poorer than those decked in rags.Torn, though immaculate,As if Heaven met ruin. WanderingTowards Love’s holiest empire,Wanting an earTo listen to what has becomeOf a man, in his fear. His sadness is a requisiteTo Justice, in its depleted definition.His tears, to fallUpon his lap,Show no puddles…
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