“The human brain is incapable of processing two thoughts during the same moment. Therefore, ‘focus’ comes into this, when we understand that there are always ‘primary’ and ‘secondary’ focuses. There is never a ‘gray area’ for anything, when any individual cannot be ‘focused’ on two…
“In the times we do not know who to blame, when we refuse to blame ourselves, we will point our finger at the unseen. We will point our finger at God, perhaps, or we will point our finger at the people who were missing. It…
An injection, so to speak, is the definition of “loving the self”. An “injection”, and to focus on that word, becomes the sight of semen or heroin, “injected” into the body. Love is an emotion of offering, as the gift, as the covering to the…
“Are people unable to decipher the difference between love and deception? The tale with the character of Adam and the character of Eve, is not a tale of love, of innocence, of obliviousness, nor of bliss… It is a tale of deception. For this, the…
Q: Your reference to humans looking downwards, is a reference, as you’ve said, to humanity’s embrace of selfishness. How is this, when people’s vision of “self-worth” is believed to be an encouragement, as an act of compassion? A: It is an emplacement, not an encouragement.…
“Men are each wound on Christ’s form, and each droplet is the renewing of any heart having bled enough to either love or commit a murder; in both forgiveness and committed atrocity, that is what Christ reveals. The pain it requires to love and the…
I turn around to repeat,In careless repetition,All vows and emotions, upon a plate of fate,You deny what was offered,From a dying God,From a man with all the might to his fight,His eyes were upon you,And faced the enormous creation,Of a statue in what he’d not…
Poem #1 Thy Pleasing Fetish Feel thy current calling,Between the motioning legs,Crawling upwards,To see the sun and its eyes,To hear the moon for its cries,Love has been the blessing,Though, lust has been the waveOf kisses for our mouths. I feel the smoothness, of fruit,Of orbs…
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…
