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Modern Romanticism

The aspect of romance, divided between the heartening and the thoughtful.

Poetry – “Breasts of Porcelain, and Lips of Granite” – Romance – 10/7/2019

October 7, 2019
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Make a smile, for a token, to see love eternal,
Our moment cannot be stale,

In the haze of fear, without a paradise to conquer,
Without a home that we cannot see
Itself to age, alike to us, and we’ll not remain young.
No love, not even the right sort,
Has ever conquered time,
I will see beauty perish, and see your hair turn to ashes.
I will see this home rot, when either you or I
Leave this wretched Earth.

We are, within arms, for but a moment,
To next peer,

Around us,
And find age to our skin, age to our home,
Age to our hearts, and age to our minds.
I am in love, not for the moment,
But for the future,
Your breasts made of porcelain,
And lips made of granite,
You taste the ash that nestles against your mouth.

There is charm to each spread of that filth,
It is knowledge kept to be a burden,

The knowing of an ultimate surrender,
To the horrors of time.

I see the mirror; I see myself, I see you,
I see all the capturing to my spirit,
I see love Devilish, and hatred non-existent,
I see beauty as the man-made current of fortune.

Breasts of porcelain, and lips of granite,
There are futures to marry, and pasts to slay,

There are desires to keep,
And flesh to betray.

I make beauty bold,
Never to be aroused from the cold.

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Words of Wisdom – “The World’s Pressing Relevance to Identification” – 8/16/2019

August 16, 2019
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“A person will seek out their enemy to hear the fullness of honesty. For this reason, a troubled person will never tell secrets to their friends. For this reason, a troubled person will be more likely to go to people they’ve never spoken to before, to hear honesty.

A troubled person will never tell their friends and family secrets, for fear of their friends and family becoming bitter enemies. And on the opposite end, a friend will never tell their own friend a bit of honesty, for fear of themselves turning from a friend to an enemy.

For this reason, a person will cling to a therapist.

For this reason, and for the same reason a person clings to a therapist and to unknowns, is for the same reason that a person of today clings to identity. And why does a person cling to identity, most of all? It’s for the reason that we live in world where we cannot at all love our enemies.

We find comfort in lies. Inevitably, a human finds more comfort in what was said by a friend, during the previous day, than what will be said by an enemy, as the truth, in one heated moment. That is, an argument with an enemy will spill more truth through the air, than a soft conversation with a friend. This is dwelling in lies. That is, to be around friendship constantly is to dwell in lies.

And for an additional reason why a person will cling to their own identity, is the same reason why a person of today will continually cling to things they already comprehend. That is, they will cling to themselves, to their friends, and to everyone else they already understand. No two enemies understand one another if they aren’t willing to take the effort; and if they were to argue, they may indeed understand more. If one plans to defeat their enemy, they will discover weaknesses. If one plans to befriend their enemy, they will also discover weaknesses, but never choose to exploit them. Rather, they will trust in every word that was said.

Today’s love of ‘identification’ has been born out of the purified definition of ‘division’. We form groups. We form families. We form tribes. And then, we begin to war with one another, until each family creates mutinies among the group, and Charles Darwin becomes the Prophet to reveal the truth of ‘Every man fighting for himself’.”

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