Essay – “When Science Rejects the Mind, for the Form” – 3/6/2020

Love is the most logical of things upon this Earth, and yet, its representation, of oneness, or God, has no understanding by science. That is because love represents the mind, while science gains by way of the form. Science cannot ever have the ability to comprehend the mind and its functions, because its most logical “function” is not a function. A function is something related to use, while love has no use to it. It is for the same reason that we’d treat a human as a human, and not a slave. Would one “disagree” with this, then they’d inevitably fall into the line of thinking that people should abuse or manipulate their loved ones. To treat flesh as the tool, is again, to see the flesh as never to be protected, but divided.

Love is the most logical thing upon Earth, because it relates to protection and prevention. It relates to the responsible self, when we take another person “under our wing” as the wing is very much a use of Biblical imagery. Everything about “protection” or “prevention” has its place in keeping a problem from rising in the first place. Such is to say and to prove as universally true, that the only problems that come to our world, come from people we neglect.

The Narcissist, for example, as such a person has become such a dominant figure to today’s time for some reason, is one of the most neglected people. Deep in their arrogance, they are, and those who the Narcissist affects, only want such a person to be jailed or simply held in contempt. By such negligence, further problems only ever arise.

Everything that coexists with prevention and protection, are things related to logic, because there is nothing more logical, than keeping problems from beginning in the first place. And, there is nothing more blind and ignorant than to allow it in, or to never see it coming if it has occurred a thousand times over, just to gaze upon its effects.

God has no form, no matter what “perspective” says otherwise. It is then to comprehend that we “act in God’s image” when we see past our form, to the needs of others. An image, and as such, we have replaced the word “image” not with the mind, but with the form. We see our bodies as related to image, completely backwards in the actual way to see an image.

Where’s the realness of God?

Look around you to see that He is only “non-existent” because there are no more actions, to prevent negligence from occurring.

We say the most redundant things, in today’s time.

To want “evidence” over something that would not exist without the actions it takes for it to exist. Why do we say that love leads people to the future? Why do we fight for both love and dreams? For the same reasons.

God has no form, because love does not neglect, and takes hold of the responsibility to aid someone. How could God have a form, when love does not create death? It would not corrupt, it would not consume, because it resides in the mind, not the form.

The form would not act, without the mind controlling it. Without free will, we are the puppet or slave, and the only thing that can die, is the form. The mind, however, lives on into memories for remaining life to recollect.

As love resides in the mind, and lust in the form, a slave can only be a slave when the form is seen through use, not allowing the mind to control the form, on its own.

No one and their random “perspectives” are able to see love as related to use, without admitting themselves as a slave-master.

Therefore, it is humans who have a form, and while looking above oneself, one sees Heaven. When looking down, one sees Hell, and one sees for themselves what they neglect, as a human.

When we blame God, we blame ourselves. Why is that, other than to know that when God looks down, He has no form to see? Though, when we look down, we see the extent of our bodies, and we see the challenge of sacrificing our own needs, for someone else’s.

When science recognizes that the form possesses a use, they have merely replaced the mind, by dividing everything in places where people are insecure. That is, they’ve become the new slaves, rejecting love for its use, and hijacking what is left of the mind, to create division. To create division among the form, that is, because while love pieces together, ignorance will divide and conquer.

A Remembrance – “Three Layers to a Human” – Philosophy on Life – 10/20/2019

Three layers, meaning, three separate areas that can become three focuses for a world, filled with creatures identical to “intelligent beings” called Homo-sapiens…

And these three layers are:

Bottom layer: Death.

Middling layer: Flesh.

Top layer: Love.

In a current world obsessed with “liberation” and “equality”, we’ve changed simply the words for the three layers, though they mean the same.

The changed words become:

Bottom layer: Poverty.

Middling layer: Truth.

Top layer: Reason.

There are still the same meanings to each layer, and no matter how many words are added, the original meaning stays the same. That is because the original meaning is still operating outside of human control. That is to say that there are forces at work, in which humans, too stupid and too arrogant, cannot possibly control, without inevitably playing into the hands of both fate and Nature.

When we disbelieve in God, we begin to look for truth…

In such a scenario as a “disbelief in God” makes human change the word “love” into the word “reason”, and everything below “reason” becomes “everything useful”. Though, God, if He is an existence, would never see something beneath him as any alike a “practical application” for something else. To “take care” would mean “to care”, and would also mean to apply the emotion of love to keep something durable. And, to see something or someone beneath oneself as “useful” would turn the tool eventually broken, if there is no emotion of love involved.

And then, when we begin to find that humans are, as well, just as “untrustworthy” as God, we begin to long for love’s return. Though, since we’ve already taken the step down from Heaven to be upon Earth, we’d also take an additional step down from Earth to be in Hell. This is to say that we’ll now identify more with animals, find compassion more in things we are meant to eat. As well, it is among paupers who find themselves looking upwards, not at the sun, by at the passersby so they may offer money.

In a world “filled with distortion”, it is only because of our immense compassion for animals that is not the cause of that distortion, though is a result of our distrust towards humans.

We first distrusted God, until we began to believe in humans as “realer” than what we called an “imaginative being” like God.

Though, if God is “for the imagination”, then the same would be true that the imagination is for God. That, those who would create, would be those involved in the sciences, studying movement, as an observer, as even a voyeur, much like how God is written to do the same. That is, he looks, he watches, though does he “make use” of those he loves? In fact, does any human “make use” of those that they love?

Do we, as humans, not as gods, but as mortals, ever look upon an infant we’ve created, and dare to perform an experiment on a child? We might, were we to be sadistic, because sadism is revolved around what is going to be seen beneath the flesh of the naked infant.

Therefore, to “make use” of someone beneath someone who has taken God’s place, would be to see what beneath the flesh, which is death.

And yet, such people are still humans, as only their arrogance will ever compel them to state that they have “replaced God” in such a way.

From these three layers.

Bottom layer: Death.

Middling layer: Flesh.

Top layer: Love.

Love protects the flesh, so that it doesn’t stray towards the layer of death.

Would “reason” protect the flesh, leave the flesh unscathed, or would reason only desire to “make use” of the flesh, so that ennui and apathy causes that person, who is being used, to decline towards death?

We would ask this of a hospital, which is the focus for that hospital, that if either their goal is to “make use” of the flesh, or to “love the flesh” as they apply the necessary medicines for a cure to the ailment. That is, how does a hospital think, when it means to cure, should it ever mean to cure, in the way of preserving life, that which the emotion of love is meant to do?

Poem – “The Doomed Harlot” – Romance – 9/21/2019

Where have graces taken thee,
When you shielded before fate and misery?

You play with the night,
Like a bouquet of roses,
Sniffed by children, and eaten by cats.

Believe me, in my woe,
You are the doomed harlot,
The failed woman of many curses.
Among that god between your legs,
There are eyes that cry a sorrow.

You glisten by day,
To glisten by night.
Both of body and complexion,
Does this aura arise.
And you make music through your sigh.

The sigh of pleasure,
The sickening sin of Lust
You bled for God and his herd of Shepherds,
Felt Hell crawl on your naked skin,
And mistook it for Heaven.

These fields of ruin,
Are of my design,
Destined to bathe,
Among the odorous wine,
Of virgin blood and castrated swine.

Stretch your form, will you?
To the ends of the cruel Earth,
You’ll see a singing shape,
The scrotum and the shaft,
Was like a tower of gold,
Now but only rotten,
Was once a key to the Earth,
Grim faces torn everywhere,
Evil politicians and their false smiles.

You doomed harlot,
What maketh yourself of ourselves,
When we praise thee, and never the Lords,
Who drop tears, as you drop both blood and sweat?

Poem – “Death Stares, as Love Quiets a Scream” – Romance – 8/30/2019

Death has eyes like two heated lanterns,
And I am forced to learn survival.
A promise I had formed,
From hands that were once bleeding,
And strength now raises me for a keeping.
To make beauty my own from flesh that continues to writhe,
From a woman I adore, and will never allow to scream.
Any and all who threaten harm, I destroy.

My fears are now disallowed,
I have silenced fear at my door,
It was death that awaited,
And I see survival by my two hands,
What is fear?
Fear is merely my truest friend,
I have befriended fear,
I now love fear, and pain, and my life.

She is the woman who screams,
A one who calls for aid.
A beauty I now make to be mine,
I see fear as the calling of death,
I see night to behold no shadows,
There are no shadows in nighttime,
There are no whispers that are true,
I create and I will love a truth.

Why would I sleep when love is there for me to breathe?
And to watch her breathe, with tresses of idle blackness,
Each strand to stroke and to breathe in a scent,
Of sweetness, and her lips, to taste and to wield,
For my own; she is who I devote my time.

Poem – “The Many Tears that Seek Shelter” – Romantic

I fell beside thee,
And formed for us, quilt made of romance.
I love all that you are, of all eyes made to be orbs,
For the future’s peering, into its watery distance.
We sail in our fear,
And quake beneath tears,
Oh, how terrible are the stars under your eyes,
You’ve made a bed for us both,
A bed of love, made fullest in silken quilts.

Famed, we have become.
In love, we are as one,
As two creatures, of Buck and Doe,
A chase, a nest upwards in Heaven.
Oh, how desire sweeps us to the current and its edge
Near a river; for how does death think of us?
Love is a muse; It is made to be you,
As you are the loveliest pearl from this shore.

Give me kisses, sweet one,
Full of life,
Full of your eyes,
With no more raining stars,
With no more idle flesh,
No more death.
Nothing but the truly fascinating face,
Of white cheeks and bleak tress.
Lovely in form, anguished at heart.

I will cure the sorrow,
The one so much alike the Mary of Christ;

For how many times have we embraced,
As vulnerability! As vulnerability!
We are only made beautiful, when loved.
Oh, love, when will be reach the shores,”
You ask to me.
I say in response to you,
Soon as the sail is full of wind, and your eyes!
When they never fall another tear, we will reach.”

Give me the benefit of a morrow,
Of a delight, not made by sorrow.
What have I, when not among you?
Nothing, for am I not without the sanity,
And insanity, that love bequeaths.

Poetry of Longing – “I Fell upon a Thorn” – Poem #2 – 7/8/2019

Unloved and made for pain,
Here is me, made for the world to see,
What is death with a breath?
What is love without the sigh?

With a face once so full of gold,
And no more beauty to behold,
Angel wings burned,
A life upturned,
Like mine,
And I fell upon a thorn.

Sympathy is the reward of the overthrown,
Stepped down to meet a nation of dust.
Empathy is my very foundation,
Where rust and floods are the foundations to my home.
I am made trivial, and swollen,
To the proverbs of a desperate age.

You drive the earth forward
With your gentle push.
You make my lips turn upward,
With your frugal song.
A song of light and plight,
A song that cries to open fields.

I am lifted by love and its grace,
Raised by age and despaired by loss,
What has become of me,
Upon this lonely sea?

Oh, love, without the breath, it is empty.
Without the death, we are empty.
Without the protection, we are frail,
Frail and alone.