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 mind, I am there to witness: With arms alike the crystalline forms In a shell-less cave, So such water may come melting, From where your tears come descending.
There, I see two nostrils, closely clinging, To the breathy long trail of petals, Towards the nearest valley. It is where blue has turned into green, And steel has turned into iron, It is where a mouth echoes a scream, And life has bent itself towards cremation. I am upon where your eyes have moved.
Longing is both sides to our destiny. A face, that is one for sorrow, And another, bred for temptation. We deal in a God’s delusion, He, who mocks the tears coming loosely, From your streaming eyes, And I know who is left to adore, While comprehending who to abhor.
Your face, With idle tulips grown from lips so sweet, And eyes so resplendent against the moon’s gleam, I wish to know of your beauty. Of glassy complexion, and everything wanting, Of everything wanted, by me.
You have a heart that needs holding, For it deserves freedom. There are chains, Needing to be removed, A love I have vowed to embrace, With all my brutal might.
My beauty, With arms so bared against the cold wind, And a slender form against the warm flame, Of my desires and their fanned selves, Made to stoke, made to raise, Made to also freeze the world into contentment.
I vow to love, and love forever. Shall we take on the world, in force? I will take your hand in blessed marriage, I have commanded a train of this love, So that it may take us further, To a meadow where we’ll lay and kiss.
Beauty deserves a moment of adoration, And love deserves an eternity of intoxication.
Slow down, this pitiful tear, That has made, its merry mark, on my cheek, I find it to be, too earnest, And thwarting, from the sight, of someone, so vivid. You have been beautiful, to this day, A woman, as the moon, finally sees darkness. The darkness, of a life Turning, to death.
Go wishfully, to the naked forest, And grow roses, in the bleakest parts, of that place. Make me a blanket, of twigs, and deepest roots, Full of berries, alike your eyes, like gems.
I am full of remorse, to the previous day, I am a man, with many sides, to him. And only a singular face, to ever kiss.
Show this tear, to perhaps a priest. Let him shower it, with the contents From God’s realm.
Fail me once more, why don’t you? Curl upon me, with your body of silk. You have eyes Like the deepest, of green. You have longing Like the disease, that streams From the nudity, of me; Like my mind, that never seems, to heal.
“There are two forms of slavery, not merely one the one that comes to ordinary thought as chains, whips, and shackles. Mind and body are the two separations and the two focuses for each human. When the body is manipulated by the slaver, the slave begins to think for themselves. That is, the worker will have a personal goal. When the mind is manipulated by the slaver, the slave begins to have a personal focus on their body. In today’s time, when the body is a focus for women, it is because their mind has been enslaved. This makes the woman objectively never take proper care of her body. Should her intelligence be a focus for her, then her beauty comes as second-nature, and needs no obsessive focus. She can merely look beautiful, without thinking about it.
The slavery to the mind, is the second form of slavery seemingly made to be ‘subjective’ for today’s world. Drugs enslave the mind, and then when the mind is influenced by these drugs, the body is manipulated on its own. To enslave the mind, makes the body become the easy puppet. That is, the slave needs no direct master who calls himself ‘master’. That is, the slave will enslave themselves, and still call themselves ‘free’. That is to say that the body is what is easily seen, while everything for the mind is unseen.
Everything of the mind and its enslavement, will make the ‘slave’ cage themselves, for willingness to drop themselves below the face of power. In creation of Godhood, those only comforted resonate within the brain’s higher functions. Primate, and developed, and only through occasional distractions does any slave offer themselves comfort. And through this, that ‘slave’ will find such distractions to forever be temporary.
The mind, when enslaved, will not be the focus by the individual slave. The body, when enslaved, will not be the focus by the individual slave. This comes as the instinct to believe that the ‘master’ is ‘taking care’ of either the enslaved mind or enslaved body. All provisions are granted for the slave, so that continuation is made. That word known as ‘temporary’ holds its own meaning for the previous sentence to this one. From distraction, to the chore, makes the slave as life itself. To outlaw slavery would mean to outlaw life, and then to outlaw cruelty would only create a discouragement against cruelty.”
“The fool and the idiot believes that logic remains submerged below a tide of question. That is reason. Reason is the very thing of question. To confuse logic with reason, is to confuse the mind with the heart. Logic is the tool of the mind, utilized to answer the heart. The heart echoes the problem, while the mind answers the echo with an answer. The fool will believe in the ‘lack of the solution’. They will not believe in the absolute, nor the answer, and find comfort in endless question. Endless confusion, and the seeming torment that resonates in such endless confusion. They will say they are not confused, though are continually discontent, and will never fathom that their self-loathing is the exact definition of their question that relates to their doubt. The ‘one of self-doubt’ will be the one who ‘rejects personal responsibility’. They will be the insects whom those of business utilize for advantage. To spin the wheels, to keep the flow of society from ceasing.”
“All truth cleanses, though is rarely embraced. When it is embraced, it creates no complexity as would the lie. When truth is embraced, it creates simplicity, born from realization. When a lie is embraced, it creates the intricate weaving within the heart, of all branching veins, and many paths. Confusion surmounts from the lie, as does unlimited question. Reason is the governor to the lie, while faith is the governor to the answer. The truth, when buried and deemed to be ‘obsolete’ only recedes beneath the soil, and awaits the next species to undertake answer, over endless question. It is because the answer is never complex. It is an end result. It is the path where content should be met, and kissed upon her cheek, and embraced around her waist.”
“The man’s words will never directly reach a woman’s mind, no matter if they aren’t romantic. Even when logical, they will strike to her heart and pluck the strings like notes played upon a harp. This is for the reason that a woman admires honesty, while logic is the epitome to honesty. Those words will raise or lower themselves, like Heaven to her head, or Hell to her knees. A man will sing a song, while playing a woman’s body as an instrument. No negative expression in this, for such words do not need to be a shout, nor the strings plucked to make the music of disorder. The music can sound as elegant as the chirping bird when upon the bough of some birch.”
Addiction forms a barricade before burden. And the addiction only forms itself as an addiction, when the persistence to face the responsibility of one’s faults, is kept. That “barricade” will form, through the addiction, though when the effects of the addiction wear off, then the pain rushes into the mind, so that the heart becomes affected.
The heart is affected by the mind, while the mind, in return, is affected by the heart. This is a vicious cycle. It is only a thought that creates an emotion. The mind is a pounded gong, while the heart listens to the mind’s echo. In return, the heart is affected by the echo enough so that the mind feels the heart’s pain. This is to say that the mind should be more sympathetic than the heart, though is also to say that the mind will create a greater effort to show sympathy over the heart.
That the mind has to create positive thoughts of sympathy for the heart to listen, is meant to be in place, for there to be healing. Though, the addiction is the barricade between the mind and the heart. The pain that the mind endures, is only due to the mind’s continuous instability. It is while the heart is always renewed and refreshed and reborn, that the mind shows this instability. The Saint will declare themselves as “reborn” when they relieve themselves of burden, and this was the mind dominating the heart. The Demon will declare themselves as a “deceiver” when they show the promise of power, and this is intelligence manipulating the weak.
Such a barricade between the mind and the heart is revealed when the mind cannot control the heart through an effort of sympathy. When the heart shows sympathy, it had only been because the mind showed it, first. When pain rushes in, the addict will reach for the addiction and rebuild the barricade so that the mind cannot tame the heart. The barricade both stops the pain from the mind to the heart, as well as stop the mind from taming the heart so that an addiction is not needed.