Poem – “A Farewell to my Father” – Fathers – 11/20/2020

I hold
What seems to be
Time’s cruel carelessness.
A hand that masks itself
Under coats,
Though wasn’t the cold to tremble
His fingers,
But fear.

Wants him to move
To a place
Where a future can prove
A broken man,
A hollow man
Who stains the air with his stare,
Sunken in sickness.

Moves him to a place
Where slowness breathes for him,
Fading him,
Keeping him in the arms
Of a one who knows to caress
Shoulders that bleed for shoulders,
Swipe tears that yearn for hands
Of utmost comfort.

Tides carry him
Towards seasons of cold,
Where blood can run so old.
To warmth’s remaining concealment
Of a patient son
Who can fold his arms around
His dying father,
Can set him apart from the winter.

To hope’s return
Where ongoing life
Can remain.

Poem – “Father’s Woe” – Fathers – 11/20/2020

Speaks more upon the sunken lips,
Than the grave to welcome him
Under the iron that has stilled
Like the halting train.
For I feel no pulse
To take him on
Past the feathers in his eyes,
Past the weather on his cheeks.
For all peace,
With every morsel of his age
Has lasted him
Until breathing moments
Come undone.

With canoes to ripple us past
Certain moments of history,
Leak me, the pleasantry
Of a thousand more nuances
I could now favor.

With eyes cast for oceans
Of tidal waves to emotion,
I stand here,
Counting the cracks in his palms,
Forcing the storms away
From his side.

A bleeding man
Whose comfort now resides
In the wilted universe,
Of a death, where no sighs
Come unheard.

Quote – “To the Burden of Loss” – 10/9/2020

“For the case of a child who does not weep for the loss of a parent, nor an infant that does not weep for the loss of an older sibling, it is due to the inability to differ dependency from independency. This defines innocence. For what we can define of loss, it is the heavy feeling of sacrifice, becoming loss. To who was lost, we gave, never lost, of ourselves to them, while they lived. In our love for them, they depended on us, for that sentiment, of it, and to be within it. Their dependency was our sacrifice, as their death is now our loss. It is to a child’s stoic behavior on loss, that they cannot comprehend sacrifice, or the act of loving another more than themselves. It is due to this, that we can prove it an objective cause for a parent, to have the job and role of caring for the child.”

– Modern Romanticism

Poem – “Another of Many Pains” – Loss of a Father – 9/7/2020

Blinded, as I am
By the streams of your brightest light
Of a Heaven I know
Your screams cannot be.
It is a pain I forget
Before the face of a gracing love.
Though, a pain
I will not deplete myself of,

In recollection of arms I knew as a child
Wrapped around me for
The protection I had adored.

I will not obey darkness,
I promise you.
My love for you shines somewhere,
As words cannot always release
From a desolate current
That sometimes
Streams no water.
Upon your memory
I cry forward.

I plea,
I see
My waters running off my side,
My stains becoming a newness,
My eyes branding my hands,
My love rising against the tide.

Philosophy – “Why Children, or Childish Adults, should not have Opinions” – 8/23/2020

“Freedom is in excess, when we have forgotten our duty, as adults, to witness and supervise over lesser people so they may rise beyond where they will inevitably be stagnated.”

– Modern Romanticism

Children. Childish adults. These sorts are not meant to have opinions, viewpoints, perspectives… or whatever other synonym there is available.

It may seem “subjective” to comprehend what a “child” might be. However, it is not, when one can consider that being a child involves a number of objective factors. Such as, rebellion for its own sake, a lowered attention span, a lack of patience, an ease of susceptibility to become distracted from objective importance, a lack of purpose besides to be “free”, a lacking awareness of what it means to be responsible, continuous dependency without individual intelligence, a belief that one is perfect as is without further need for advancement… among many more other examples, that could be endlessly listed.

“Children” are, for a lack of a better word, self-indulgent, curious creatures. They are like scientists, because the average scientist will press a button to “see what happens”, just as a child would.

Without supervision, even a child prodigy will be stupid. This does not denote dependency, though it is something to escape from, when the moment is deserved. However, no child is always a prodigy. Be as it may, that a child of 4 might have a mind like a sponge. Their young brain can absorb all manner of information, quite easily. Yet, give the 4-year-old a smartphone, and it just might occur that their lacking of attention span, giving the match for their understanding of that device, draws into the future, all manner of destructive relationships. All relationships require patience. Why is it that, across many nations, marriage succumbs? It is because, without patience, all love is in turmoil. With a low attention span, we are voided from truth, from reality, because we are so distracted from objective importance.

The child is a distracted individual. How do they comprehend importance, without a goal? How does a scientist comprehend importance, if all their discoveries are mere distractions, opposite from the one that adheres to love?

Even not of love, patience and discipline is absent from children, from the get-go. Yet, of love, it is the responsible adult who is meant to supervise a child, so protection is understood, for the future. For of the future, “protection” is then understood as to value what is needed.

No child, or no person, develops without understanding responsibility and duty. To have ultimate freedom, means to have a choice. To not have a choice, means to be responsible. Is a child’s eyes always wide? Then, they will touch everything. Are children said to be observant? Then, the same will occur. One can then say that a “childish adult” is a very lustful person, wanting to grope anything that is around them.

For the one thing that develops a human being is the act of being responsible. It is the same as an example of a criminal, who ended up in prison because of an irresponsible and stupid decision. He or she damaged someone else’s life, made them upset, charges were placed, and they were found guilty from supporting evidence, and sent off to prison. If that criminal cannot learn the objective meaning of being responsible, they are also a child.

For a child is like a criminal. It is someone who does wrong in the name of greed. Therefore, teach the child responsibility, and they are able to form opinions of their own, backed by wisdom.

A Quote of Wisdom – “Progressiveness to Denial” – Pt. 2 – 4/16/2020

The face of denial will always be the face of Death. How do we prove the existence of God? By believing in the non-existence of God, and that is how. Love, in the form of the highest emotion, the most eternal emotion, extinguishes fear, extinguishes the fear of Death. Because of love, humans are heroic. Because of love, humans can be genuine with their actions.

We deny Death, or perhaps we deny our own capability to be heroic or genuine. It is, as well, because we deny that any person we love CAN die. We confuse ourselves into thinking that it cannot ever occur.

In that mode, we become comfortable. In that mode, we do not see what is coming. And, how can we blame ourselves, when in a comforting home, we are not afraid. When in a comforting home, we can be settled.

What do we embrace, then, when not embracing love? We embrace progressiveness and fear. With that, comes denial. Denial is the label upon the forehead of an individual, who is not denying others, but being denied by others.

To believe in the non-existence of God, one must believe in themselves capable of believing in the life of another person, labelled to be denied. By understanding someone’s non-existence, it immediately becomes someone’s existence. Who was ignored, is now being offered attention.

Any person who is denied, ends up a pauper, ends up dead.

Humans were not made to roam this Earth, alone. And yet, we’ve promoted “self-love” and “self-care” as though when the first humans were on Earth, they did not look for other humans. Instead, such people of such movements believe that the first humans on Earth simply stared at their own reflection, not looking for any form of belonging.

For an Atheist to say that the “existence” of God is none, is the same thing to say of a human who looks upon a pauper, and ignores them. It is of the same mindset. For to ignore the existence of God, the existence of love, would be to ignore the one who is denied, not the one who denies others. How could God ignore others, when He is love? How can we ignore God, besides doing just that?

Arrogance, and nothing more, and everything less.

Does a person crave betrayal in this current realm of things? Does a person want to be betrayed, so they can feel “empowered” enough to do things with their own two hands? That is a life of fear, being a fact. Where is the value of teamwork gone? Where is the value of belief gone?

If one is comfortable on their own, they still have too much to lose. Thus, they are comfortable enough, and live their lives as a gimmick.

Poem – “Father, will you Vow for Me?” – Romance – 4/9/2020

Father, will you allow me one tragedy?
Blessed by your missing love,
I have been able to offer from me
To the woman of my destiny
One vow, spoken with trembling lips
And a heart that skips
Beats, in the stillness of new fallen sun-rays.

Life did not hold me under its nose,
Nor under its thumb
Enough to belong to the stone.

Life had its own cradle
To render me in its lifelessness
While the cradle had thorns about every side.

Rotten flesh
Stunk like Hell upon the Earth.
And a great descent from my eyes
Were the tears upon her rosy cheeks.
Father, will you grant me
One moment to see her form
Beneath the soil,
Beneath the blood boiled?

My eyes cast shadows
Upon what I cannot see
So deep in the light.

Do not leave
Before I leave,
For I do want to see your light fade
Finally from my eyes.

Poem – "A Father who never Left" – Family – 3/24/2020

Deep in my past

Where horses ride

Over roadways and train tracks,

I fall away

Into memories

Full of the same shelter,

In how I gave love

To anyone else.

His arms

Brought my misfortune to fortune,

And in what I learned

Was that grief is but a symbol

To never grow beyond

To something diseased.

I have used all my ambition

To feel what I feel

When I am asleep

When I will close sheets around me,

And feel his warmth.

One face,

Two cheeks,

And three realms to kiss.

My father

Had for me

Everything I could keep

And never let go.