Interest in this blog is for those who partake in valuing philosophy and poetry.
“Love is eternal, though only upon beginnings. If creation is love, then love is always behind an individual towards where they could not see nor prove its existence. In the Atheist’s request that the existence of God should be proven, it is not possible when no human, as an imperfect being with consumable flesh, can […]
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Of bluest feelings,Whilst golden, upon the burning horizon.With reddest sealingsTo a heart encrusted with your charm,Your untamable eyesThat tear a hole through the surface.You have bled me, always wearing – My skin on the lips, swearing – You are always caring.With eyes full of dustFrom a broken hourglass in the rust – That keeps filling […]
Read MoreTo the order of a heart, an individualist is no longer in repetition with what is rhythmic and synchronized within the collective. If equality appears to a person as sameness among external viewings, then they have shown themselves as confused. Synchronization with physical movement is no different than the marching army. An army has been […]
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Her face, withinTeardrops and porcelain.To lose a strand of her hairWill prevent summerFrom arriving at the view of her twin.Some recollection that sundersWarmth from her skin, – As a piece of her, withinRedoes the knots,Can I arrive without losing my spot?To sadness, too lateTo kiss her remnants, with a teardropToo soon to let looseWhile stunning […]
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Without waterLove has not washed our feet.Depleted by jealousyAs sorrow comes with the next wave.We have starved herFrom those cliffs, with teardrops of heatBeaming crystal woes. To her lipsWhere particles of dirt reside,Some kiss to taste deathUpon those shouts through the tide. Love starts open-wide,Though drowning with breath.Life stopsOnly when clouds no longer rain. Heartbeats […]
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Spit your taste on the doorWhile songs repeat, as hearts pour.Your eyes were never the circleI could perfect, when tears flood a floor – In a space, infertile,Yet scenic within lost light.With death, some crosses are better judgedWhile winter can emptyOur time in the hourglass.Our shoulders rubbed, eyed smudged – From the grains we lost […]
Read MoreI want to part these lips for light. He chooses to open his mouth, though the blank pages remain. Whether I or him, whether the world full of silhouettes and sighs or the singular man who kneels here will want to breathe for what means to go, it goes without accepting. Short of time, and […]
Read MoreOutside from the distant washFrom multiple pairs of eyes, looking overhead,He kisses a cathedral’s walls as paperWith ink that ran from his fingers.He still wrote the note,Sung aloud the memorialDuring the pain that brought it higher,For peace that brought him highestTo a mountain he could not come down – To repeat words beyond the farewell.If […]
Read More“We can scream in love’s face, begging for it to go, though it will remain as the haunt. As humans, our errors are always in what we are incapable of overcoming. Can we overcome love? No, for it is love that overcomes us. Why are we in pain, when a loved one has exited our […]
Read More“There are no fires that burn so strongly as within the furnace of love that warms hands that are cold even in the morning. There are no other pair of eyes that remain with their presence, their ungulfing stare, as those loving ones that drown what they view. Let love capture you, let love swarm […]
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Walking this trackIdle in your eyes, coming backTo repeat the wordsThat from your lips, were never heard.A form dipped in a lake,A set of eyes in overcoming sapphireTo glisten the moon into red. You were traced, born upon the wire, – Around every curve,Weeping in place of dying.The trail runs cold, when we swerve – […]
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All turn toThe raindrops, the petals, the dew.Those faces with mute expressionsLeak sadness we all flewAs burning bannersIn the same crippling fever.Our identical tears, once forgotten lessonsCan become the same crystal rush – Of unified limbs, upon pain’s hush.We are winter in every season,Holding hands around our throats.We do not differ, without reasonTo speak on […]
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