God
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Science has created a polarity. That polarity that recites the words, “Everything other than religion, will be logical.” Yet, why it is that science cannot realize that the highest form of logic, is love? Love is indeed the highest form of logic. Why is that? It is because “love” relates to prevention, as science will…
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A lie is differed from the truth, when we understand that a lie remains as the same. A lie remains asleep, though does not atrophy into a puniness. It is the wholeness, not ever changing itself, as people cling upon it. When an Atheist calls God a liar, he would be right, when we know…
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Love is the most important universe for the star. For the simplest sake of finding himself least important, least to be recognized as weak, a man will, or should, send himself into a whirlwind to protect the endangered. For love’s sake, beauty is contented to show itself. A star, like the many of them, is…
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What we feel for pain, is the practical wound, created for the practical application that is healing. Hunger, for instance, is a practical wound. This hunger, like all hunger, when felt by the self, is a practical wound, felt as physical pain, and it can only be cured with something else practical or physical, being…
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“Love is nowhere to be found, if it is denied to be helpful.”
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“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 resentment it requires to slay.” Woman is a creature of…
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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 undo,A love from all broken strings,Upon one delicate harp,Upon one…
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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…
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“A wound of the heart, is always cured by love. It is a fixation, a focus, this emotion, this feeling, that is determined to heal. And yet, love may only heal the heart.”
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Yellow daffodils,In raining glory from sun’s holy rays,Are there to eclipse the rain,Of truest blue,To spill forth sadness onto my skin,From wherever pain breeds,In a nest, in a heart,In a place where is shelved all that is kept. Of all your beauty,Where plays the music of a throbbing heart,Where comes the torment of a woeful…
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You’ve been brought to feel,The complexities of youth,Each breath, unleashes sweetness for meTo taste, like wine of most fervent grapes.When your eyes see upwards,At the many Gods in their auras,A gleam comes whisking you awayTo where pain no longer resides.For so much, you’ve desired their shape,Their tune displayed in white harmony. Eve had one shallow…
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“Beauty rapidly falls apart when it is not sustained by the support of love.”
Modern Romanticism 