Essay #1: “The Destitution of Truth, formed from the Denial of God” – “The Absence of Love Inevitably Creates the Search for Truth”

Through history, the denial of God has been apparent, for the purpose of discovery. Science has bred this love of exploration into the unknowns and has made the love permanent. Though, the denial of God will eventually breed the denial of love’s importance. It is so, because as things that support love and beauty are supporters of things not meant to change, we have science, which is a thing born of change. Development and discovery is the essence of constant change, and constant change doesn’t differ at all from the truth being molded and shaped to one’s liking. The denial of God forms the denial of love, because the denial of love would make science as the denial of things that do not change. The only reason why science opposes God is in the fact that God is said to never change. God is said to never change, because God is said to have created love. Love does not change, though what does destroy perhaps a marriage is dissatisfaction. In the matter of the denial of love, there is only truth to discover. And that is, the truth that becomes changed, constantly. Love is what supports truth, while hatred changes truth, because hatred is defined as dissatisfaction. A dislike into what has already been implemented will entice that hatred, and the protectors will protect while the destroyers will eliminate. Those who destroy what has not changed, inevitably destroy beauty. Those who protect what should not change, inevitably protect beauty. For beauty is defined as the thing that does not change, nor even become “obsolete” as some technology to the last three months. Science is not ever directly related to beauty, because just as life is protected, a machine is always changed and enhanced. The “beautiful” thing that is changed was at first, met with dissatisfaction. This has all been born out of a denial of love’s importance, because love shields beauty from it ever being changed.

After a denial of love from the denial of God, there is going to be the molding of truth. A transgender will not see the genitals as linked to their truth. It is because just as Adam and Eve had encountered their shame, from the same sight, they soon covered themselves with fig leaves at the approach of God; this makes the flesh as the truth to be covered by love. When the Transgenders will see their flesh, after a previous generation of abandoning modesty and the rise of Pornography, that truth becomes molded like their own flesh to be sculpted. For a human is only ever divided into three categories, and those categories are: love, truth, and death. Should truth be molded enough so that it shows its disorder so evidently, then death will be the next thing to experience.

The Most Bled Wound

Yearnful heart, with sickness amassed,
I am the beggar, of all desires,
So that I may lift, the veil,
That shrouds, your shoulders.

I see Heaven, placed upon, your mantle,
I see Hell, swirling, in your bosom,
I see breasts, that swell, like beaten limbs,
I see, that compassion, has died.

A tear falls, from my eye, and to my foot,
Where lays, a stem, from some forsaken bough.
A sigh, is released, from my heavy chest,
To meet, with the coldest winter air.
And here is my demise, in seeing your shame,
Raving in the darkness, under your blame.

I know my heart, is cold,
It is ivory, and holds, no red,
The most bled wound, is yours,
That is a heart, squeezed of life.

I was cruel, and you remain, to see,
To see, the guilt, I harbor,
To see, the flame, of sickness,
A fever, I aim to end.

It is a fever, I aim, to make cold,
Cold in the tide, of my own blood,
When my hands, come, to know mercy.

A Critique on the Content of Fair Share – “Anxiety as the Universal Trait of Territory”

Q: As for what is anxiety; can you point it out?

A: It links itself to the nervous system.

Q: As for what is discrimination; can you you point it out?

A: It links itself to the nervous system.

Q: Both anxiety and discrimination link themselves to the nervous system. Can you explain in detail?

A: The nervous system is the pain in which a body feels, and there comes the emotions and mental breakdowns based on the level of pain. Anxiety is universal, because all human beings possess a nervous system. All human beings possess a heart, as is obvious, and nothing worth pointing out. Discrimination is faceted by anxiety, due to such crimes of “hatred” actually being crimes of fear. Each human being desires change, but not every human being is willing to extend beyond patience to achieve that change. Radicalism is the essence of impatience, and impatience is what causes the greatest of devastation.

Q: And on the subject of territory, it is said by you that the “fight for equality” is what links itself to anxiety?

A: Anxiety and equality, in the fight for the latter, always feeds into the former. We live in a fearful society because of our fight for equality. Equality is the essence of fair share. Equal opportunity; equal rights; though what human being has ever been satisfied with such equal numbers? No deal in competition has ever been stable enough so that one does not rise above the other. If all were at the same height, no one would see the horizon. No one would see ambition. No one would see the future. This is never the case.

Romantic Poem – “To Govern and Claim” – Poem #1

Oh, beauty! Taken beneath, bed sheets,
Disrobed of tattered veil, and dewy flesh.

You were made holy, upon death’s ground,
Made for, the chambers of kings.

Softness is, concurrent, to your realm,
That which I pull myself, down to enter.

Disease made ready, on my pillow,
Kisses made plenty, among all sorrow.

Of futile gestures, and strangeness, in sighs,
I sweep you now, aboard a vessel, of a face,
A face of marble, with gems gilded, like rose!
Ivory, is your flesh, and sapphire, are those eyes.

There were terrible lies, made for the stone road.
And I stuck love, in its place, solid, and formed.



A Critique on Feminism – “Smallness is Intelligence”

Q: What do you see what you stare upwards?

A: I see the epitome of success. I see those who have risen, and this height they have crawled to find, has made them topple over what was at that height. Like some bear that climbs a tree too light for its own weight, that tree will fall.

Q: Success is then defined as what?

A: It is something gained through intelligence.

Q: And what is slavery?

A: It is something that is divided between the mind and body. The body, being, what is sympathized, these days, leaving the mind vulnerable.

Q: And why is the mind vulnerable?

A: It is because the mind holds power when the physical size of the body is lacking. A woman in today’s time lacks intelligence, because she has focused much on her body.

Q: Why has she focused so much on her body?

A: That is because a woman will empathize with the wound, the physical wound, just as she did when women were nurses during the Great Wars. She can see the wound clearly, and feel empathy. This makes a woman the perfect nurse.

Q: And why has she neglected the mind?

A: It is because no one, neither a man nor a woman, can have two primary focuses. When the women of the past were protected for their bodies, it was men who did this; and now, their minds are enslaved, so much that they focus primarily on their bodies. However, as much as the mind has been neglected, it can only be neglected so much; and that is due to that “negligence” will reduce the secondary focus down to 1% to the primary focus of 99%. There is no such thing as a 50-50 “equal” focus, because no one, especially people of competition, are satisfied with a tie.

The Scent of Grief

Don’t die, for the lingering sigh,
In harmony, of shadows old.

As I saw your face, of white,
With folds, of skin, among iron,
Death had painted Hell, on a frown,
For my nose, to cling, to its scent.

What would Heaven offer, if Death denied her form?
God, who stalks the bramble, of empty skies.

I am loth, in beginning to toil,
In merciless, unfurling of grief.

You had hair, which tossed beneath, your eyes,
A frail face, of listless beauty, drowned by sorrow.

Where spiders crawl, on a grave,
And snakes, devour a carcass,
In your arms, I knew of Love.
In my soul, I knew of Hatred.

I gave God, his desired Beauty.
Where salvation, would bring, an eternity.
Though the rivers, were formless,
My tears streamed, in endless currents.

Next to my beloved, who lays mangled,
I notice an arm, which clings to your heart,
That heart, which lays bare,
A heart of love, not shared.

The Heavens Wept for Her

Never let, Heaven hear,
The great mockery, of my fruit,
I was thoughtless, yet here you are,
To bare the nakedness, of my suit.

The reckless approach, to danger,
My uncertainties, begone!
Never broken, never saved.
Never, but beloved, to the brave.

You wilted, as to my own,
Brethren, of my hope,
Abandoned, with my chalice,
Of frozen bitterness.

Unfurl the wicked remarks, of death,
Disgust, for the crude,
Burdened with grief, mothered by love,
Anguished, by God’s vanity.

The Great Frame of Love

Stillness evokes, the bitter strife,
Winter trees, tore off this life.
Lisette wore a mask, to conceal,
The terrors of love, to reveal.
She echoed a panic, of pain,
Within forests bleak, by shame.

I wandered, the terrible night,
Exploring Lisette, in bitter blight.
Some tune rung, from the trees,
Receiving, my crying pleas.
I questioned, “What dost God lack?
Behind the gale, or frozen black?”

Lisette, whom I sincerely praised,
With a cold distress, gently raised.
She, who rivaled, holy grounds,
Prepared to meet, above mounds.
Frozen brook near, tethered by fear,
I spoke once more, for Lisette’s lore.

She spoke, with winter as silence.
“Oh, pity you! Shall you enter.
Into kind domain, still withered,
Cometh colors of eyes weathered!”
Lisette, curves of fingers slender,
Gave forest night, its blackened light.

Her Angelic Sombrous Place

In simplicity, of revulsions,
There was joy, in her eyes,
One, who cared, for nothing more,
‘Cept, for an echoed cry.

For this, I had given her place,
Within my poor certain heart.

Of, my meager desires,
She offered, no surprise,
By the voice, that carried,
Her, through the earth.

She stole the fragrance, from blossoms,
As England breathed, its farewells.

She knew, of my own trials,
Through which, I only longed.

These were, the very contemplations,
That spoke, for empty years.

Yet, as I mingled stains,
With my soul, of winter,
To which, I now bequeath,
A word, of praise.

“I was the one, you craved,
The empty shell, you saved.
Neither one, could forge the tune,
That played below, the forest’s moon.
Nor could we, share the soil,
That will pull, our bodies down,
Let up, the one within,
My soul, which I opened.”

The great art of her grace, knows not of the poor,
Now to crawl, along the sands,
To the rocks, upon the shore.

A Critique on Socialism – Part II – “Love is the Modesty of a Home”

Q: Why is it that you believe modesty is related to love?

A: It is because when one does away with clothing, one does away with modesty. After doing this, one only sees their own flesh. One sees truth, and truth always frightens the individual. Modesty is, therefore, the protection of truth, or even the burying of truth.

Q: And what is that truth, or could you describe it?

A: All truths, be they many, reside upon the flesh. The surface of the land, in before there are inhabitants walking on the surface of that land, hide all things that were life, but are now dead, below it. Ashes, as the word follows, are beneath the earth, having adopted the role of fertilizer.

Q: Then, truth is the flesh, and how is it that people are frightened?

A: In the same way that people are frightened or humiliated by their own nudity in public, it is not so the same with the harlot. She will show her nudity out of a shameless endeavor. This occurs naturally as well in the woman who is married to her spouse. She shows nudity without any shame. Though, such fear is also there for the rapist and the girl, as the girl feels total shame and more, for such a terrible experience.

Q: What is above truth?

A: Love is above truth.

Q: Why is love above truth? Isn’t truth linked to love?

A: In understanding what I am saying, there are tyrants who find the truth to be so appealing, that they would laugh at it. In doing so, they seek to hide it. On the opposite end, there are those who are not tyrants, though when they see the truth, they weep before its presence. These are the people who reveal it. Weeping in either happiness or sadness, for tears also come when people laugh. Truth is hidden by love, in the same fashion as truth is recognized for how it appears. Truth is always recognized. Suspicion and paranoia are the seekers of truth.

Q: Though, why does a person ever hide truth? Why is it that love should hide truth from another person?

A: Out of kindness.

Q: Kindness?

A: Kindness is the reason why someone who loves another may hide the truth out of love for them. Even when a tyrant recognizes what is truthful, he will hide it. He will hide out of a sinister sort of kindness against those he aims to fill with denial. As love is also a motivation, it motivates a true loving someone to also hide truth, so that the truth does not hurt truly hurt another. Have there been those who hide such truth, out of kindness for those who may become victims to a revolt, should the truth be discovered? Yes, it has continually happened. Although, it is because the word “kindness” is merely a slave at the command of either deception or honesty.

Q: And what is below truth?

A: Death.

Q: Death is below truth? How is this?

A: Reality is not the same thing as truth. Reality is merely clarity. Truth is awareness, and opposite from blindness and conformity. A skeleton is related to a pauper, because the pauper is most likely emaciated. Above that skeleton is flesh; that is truth. Above that truth is modesty; that is love, or clothing, or shelter, or a home.

Q: What do the impoverished desire?

A: What the impoverished desire differs from what someone who is not impoverished desires for the impoverished. Through recognition, the wealthy comprehend love, because they have a home, easily able to shelter a pauper. Though, the pauper will not recognize that love from that wealthy one, who might be selfless. They will, in fact, merely recognize that wealthy one, as wealthy, whose wealth could be spared.

Q: So what does one do for the impoverished?

A: You offer a pauper love, then he or she will not recognize it. They cannot eat love. They cannot drink love. They do not understand that, even as a metaphor. They will recognize flesh, because that is their yearning. Offer a pauper flesh, and they will recognize truth. For as both truth and love be a yearning, a pauper must sate themselves with flesh, before love.

While Her Heart Beats

You were the woman, who awoke, among strangeness,
Death, had divided your territory; life, had conquered you.
Beauty nestled itself, in the fragrance, of your neck,
Love crept upwards, to your lips, and laid kisses, deep.

In the strangeness, of my strength,
That which, would not wane,
All beauty, I tore, with bare hands,
Blood rose, to meet, my nostrils,
An enemy, I made, of myself,
Now bowing, to dine, upon hell.

I loved, with the music, of murder, and the torment, of guilt,
Death was the treat, of my sadistic art,
And the pill, that gave me pleasure.

I see with eyes, so bright,
A being, pale, and cold.
I melt into, the taste, of skin,
And fall upward, to a rising spirit.

Pain laid gently, on my conscience,
Soon to feel, for the next union,
Of another heart, that beat slowly, no more.

A Critique on Socialism – “Closest to Death”

Q: How does Socialism fit in with your line of thinking?

A: It seeks to bring death onto a country’s shoulders.

Q: How does it seek to do this?

A: Death is the only freedom that life can obtain, and it’s meant to be more fleeting than life. Death is recognized, before one comprehends, through hope, that they are alive. Death is never meant to be superior to life.

Q: Are you to say that the impoverished are not meant to be superior to life?

A: That is what I mean.

Q: What is your belief on superiority?

A: To raise oneself, for if we saw all impoverished as dead, they would not move. In fact, not even the most hopeful of Saints would be able to offer that dead pauper a piece of bread. Do we, as humans, desire to escape? Is escapism supposed to be eternal? If so, then we are all dead.

Q: Should one take pride in being dead?

A: For the current moment.

Q: For the current moment?

A: As long as anesthesia is in existence, for the surgeries meant to represent the pain of life and the pain in obtaining safety, there will be hope.

Q: How does one find rest?

A: By being dead.

Q: Does that mean you support Marxism?

A: No, it means I support death.

Q: Explain yourself.

A: Death is the only freedom that life can obtain, as I’ve already mentioned. Marxism always brings poverty to a nation, because it believes in “everlasting freedom and equality”. What is more the equality than to see the greatest of reality, and that is, death? In offering freedom, you offer rest. You offer poverty, because in poverty, you cannot be closer to death when hugging the ground. One is not alive in this scenario. One is closest to death, with but a slow pulse running through their veins.