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“The ignorance of a human, in contrast to knowledge, resonates in the fear in distance between people. To what one knows of another, makes knowledge. To what one does not know of another, makes ignorance. This much, is obvious. However, to be fearful, would also mean to be ignorant. It is the case of any…
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Chapter Two “The Danger of Blurring Lines” A common human way with our Nature is to believe one should have a choice in any matter, for freedom’s sake. To possess a falsified sense of freedom means to have the reasoning in escaping from the task of being responsible. To be responsible, means to be logical.…
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“The Danger of Interpretation” An interpretation holds a single meaning. To interpret is to fragment what has always been a whole, for it to then become an incomplete form. In comparison, a whole could be a mirror. In contrast, the whole of the mirror, when “interpreted”, is now a fragmented mirror. To see something as…
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Blue runs satinOn velvet torsos,As a sky finds hopeIn rays from beneath,In submission to her.On knees, to pleadFor beauty’s needThat the dirt of meCan leave a rope to seeA trail that marks this worldA scene where love is hurledOceans to the place of meadows. We are lost in forgotten towns,Buried in rain,Flooded by the tears…
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Why do weUpon days soaked in ebony,Drenched in the darkOf moments, apart,Wash ourselves to clean ourselvesStill with the touch to soothe vessels,To calm the spark of dreadLeaving lipsUnneeded to be fed? We are relivedIn our quiet currentOf clear, about ourselves, so near.We dream of glaciersTo cover our cities.We hear the nightmares of othersIn external lives.Can…
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Heaven’s songsMove the eclipseFrom your throatThat you might belt the solo through,That you might weave your fingers to undoStrands about your slender waist.We areA gap too close,Walking in circles,As our eyesAre a future too distant. Love dries lakes,Leaves fish to rotWhile we would have drowned,Instead of walked.Bleed a new river,My love.Lift your arms to meet…
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Call to the staresUpon the flooding roads.Let the small become the largeBy the wake of your gaze.I will kiss the nose that breathes summer,Disposes of petalsFor the sunlight we both crave,To grow us,To send us. We are lovers of twin moonsFor the dimmest planet.I am not the volcano that can do muchOther than rumble, on…
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“To wish for empathy, then do not trust those who’ve been known, not by their individualism, though by the system they are in, to be deceitful.” – Modern Romanticism The greatest deception in the world, is to believe that a person in a system of it, can be honest. There is no honesty from a…
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“There is no such thing as a paradise on Earth. For this reason, humanity will always reveal its brightest light during the darkest of times.” – Modern Romanticism
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“Oh, ocean. Oh, tempest. Love is a storm that subsides, only when the worriment no longer has thunder. It can die down to a flicker. It will not fully extinguish. For love has its fear, its quakes, its rumbling and the movement that releases great waves. Though, upon this woman’s face, there are only the…
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No other woman,No other womanComes closeTo rounding this loveAway from wounds.You are my tears in the limelight,My trembling stopped,My world, my empireThat sits upon your shouldersBeneath the blueOf this fallen evening. No other spectacleAs sweet,No other miracleAs delicate,Nothing comes closeTo the touch of you. Your lips, coveredWith the rouge of red.Your arms, so whiteAgainst the…
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