Modern Romanticism

The aspect of romance, divided between the heartening and the thoughtful.

Words of Wisdom – “A Man’s Guilt” – Pt. 3 – 8/10/2019

August 10, 2019
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“There is no logical explanation on how a woman desires the same level of achievement gained by a man. Does she desire the same feeling of guilt? Does she perhaps yearn to become a rapist?

It is not ‘opportunity for the sake of opportunity’ offered to a man, strictly by a rule written in some book. Once more, his desire to achieve comes through compensation. His own personal compensation, that is, and such money that he gains holds the same definition of ‘compensation’. A woman, if not able to comprehend, then at least see a man’s torment in such guilt that has afflicted him since birth.

Once more, a man doesn’t receive opportunity through a right. He receives opportunity through relief. He is punished by guilt, and it is no secret that his brutality has turned him into a war or power hungry fool, and his innate ambition has brought on the territorial and land-marking crime organizations.

We should say also that his ‘love of gain’ becomes immediately simplified upon receiving the love from a woman. For he creates cycles within beginnings, through an injected seed into a womb. And why had it been a custom for him to want a son, over a daughter? Once more, it was not a rule, but an instinct of a man to continue this cycle, of this cycle of pride and achievement, and then, forgiveness.

Continuation, that is, and life must continue, and thus, comes the continuation and non-stop creationism, among numerous achievements. He is achieving for his own relief, to have an orgasm, perhaps, and continue the barbarism, and the brutality.

Forgiveness is displayed through the glassy eyes of a woman.

He was not willing to see himself.

Of all he has gained, now the guilt has turned into a oneness. A woman, and now his guilt has been erased. She offers him comfort, not further distress. She offers him silence, not further loudness from gunfire.

Keep the man locked up, and his thoughts are his only company.

Keep him alone, in the dark, and the monster sees all his wounds from those who’ve repeatedly tried to slay him.”

Words of Wisdom – “The Result of Power” – 8/9/2019

August 9, 2019
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“The flow of humanity takes itself wherever power and dominance leads it. Why call power a wrong? It should be named an inevitability. To say it must be erased, altogether, is to accept denial as one’s own power. To keep a population in denial, makes the population powerless. To accept personal irresponsibility as a good token, makes one as well, powerless. Responsibility is the tool of the leader. Although, his hands can only extend so far, and for such power, he needs his limits. What is the result of power? It is definitely not stagnation. In terms of ‘development’, power does not simply stand still. It moves and guides a population wherever a leader points his finger. It throws soldiers into battles and sends a mother’s or wife’s tears to the soil of a grave. These are all inevitable. And what is the use of power? As power moves, it also grows. As power does not stand still, it directs and most of all, it is used against, to divide and to conquer. For once more, this is all inevitable and very human.”

Poem – “To Walk upon Death” – Romance

July 29, 2019
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Face our turmoil,
And rend the world apart!
See where we have felt the stinging pain,
The toil to what has been called love.

Never love and only the survival bought from danger,
I am a man of guilt who is asked to be strong.

I am a man of pain who is asked to be painless.
I am a man of shame who is asked to show himself.

The love from a woman has made a mark,
I show weakness, and it’s seen to be dark.

We both, as lovers, walk upon death
In each’s arms, in failure and desertion.

What am I but the man called misery?
I am not uncertain about the want,
Though, uncertain about the gain,
To what I want, to what will spell paradise.

Oh, my love, walk upon death,
There is no Heaven in this Hell.
There is barely a life to say is a treasure,
I’ve become numb against my sorrow.

And from death, and in life,
All has become black and white.
Strange minutes resort to unbidden strife.
As I seek to make you my wife.

Life, in all its stalking upon death’s ground,
Do we stand upon someone’s grave,
On the street, where we wave
To taxis and workers in their frenzy?

Face me, dear one, and see my pain,
See how it soaks me down,
See how the future faces the West,
And the past falls to the East,
Backwards in confusion harmonic,
In what I am destined to be.

Poem – “Oh, Love; How can You Weep?” – Romance

July 21, 2019
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How can weeping be a benefit,
During when hope lies fruitful and hale?
You continue to see tears like raining sapphires,
Like raining blood, like raining rubies.
Like the emerald between your fingers,
Like grass that has been taken.

Oh, when you’ve begun to weep in the sickness
Of your unending pain.
What embrace can I offer,
Different from the last?
What kiss may I give,
More compassionate than the former?

You have tears still hanging loosely
On that forlorn stare of yours
.
It burns holes in my mountain of pride,
And makes the forests crumble to ash.
Love holds its doors open,
For us to walk through its gates,
And you’ll weep, merely weep,
Despite our hopes, despite our wishes.

Has faith been lost in you?
Under the many doubtful turns
,
Have you come to quake
In the fear,
Because of my doings,
Of my lack of them?

Upon the floor, you crawl with eyes streaming such sadness,
Above my arms, I attempt to let you see, the Heavens for their blue,
And you stream sadness,
Upon Hell and its washed hues to make shades.

I feel strong, only when faith is an occurrence,
Never weak, and never faltering, when there’s no doubt,
From you, my wicked beauty.

Make me want you, more than the highest angels,
I am no monster, my love, no devil of danger.

We kiss, do we not, when we desire relief?

Essay – “Transgenders are the Equivalent to Mankind’s Verge on Arrogance into Immortality… as the Egyptians had Studied of Gods” – 7/1/2019

July 1, 2019
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Animals are where Egyptians stared, into the ground, for that is what we notice of all their works. A slight downward stare into the sands that were so infertile. Nothing could be born from sand.

Creation is never met with satisfaction, until the Christian God shows the gift of love to represent to Mankind its need for rest. To change, is to plummet, and never soar where one feels at peace.

The beauty of seduction is in the pulling down of God, who sits upon His throne with a lonely stare. Change is the aspect of division. The more we change, the more we’re unsatisfied. The more we’re unsatisfied, the less unity ever has a way of revealing to us the value of rest.

Love is that rest, and rest is in the comfort of love.

Change is most related to hatred, because hatred is closest to discontent.

The Egyptians had worshiped the sun. Warmth was all they felt, and the sun shined so bright upon their darkened flesh, that it darkened it all the more. As dark, they were the ones who were fertile, not the sand.

To belong to “Trans-” is in belonging to change, and Egyptians studied animals, through a studious gaze, because animals walk upon four legs, especially when they bowed before their pharaohs. This is in contrast to gods who walk upon two legs. We study animals today, in the same respect. Mammals, that is, that are equivalent to humans, are those who walk on four legs. Exception for the kangaroo, and perhaps something else, that would enjoy matching up to a human’s ferocity of competition.

To belong to “Trans-” is in belonging to change, is in belonging to hatred, because hatred is close to discontent, and discontent is close to life, and life is close to change. It is an arrogance, to continually change, because in the effort of that plummet or decline, we eventually become Satanists, worship politicians, and soon believe that ashes, or sand is where we will grow crops. That is a gullibility, and a greater arrogance, to believe that a human will last forever, even when everything is torn apart.

Immortality is a human’s desire, not through love that would make a human always immortal, in acceptance of death of flesh; but immortal in the realm of hatred, in acceptance of the death of love.

Change and immortality were the studies of the Egyptians and the Greeks, studying Alchemy to turn sand into gold. The turn the plenty into the rare. To turn the least valued, into the most valued. That is, to turn the animal into the human, because to change into an animal is to reflect discontent and hatred, because hatred abides by instinct. Our minds control our hearts, a man governs a woman, not the heart controlling the mind, or a woman governing a man.

The sands reflect the infinite, though are representative of “infinite death”. Gold represents the flesh, and the changes we are meant to endure, though not enough to tear the flesh apart, so that it becomes sand, once again.

A vampire or a werewolf will tear flesh, will release blood, and we admire these creatures, today. As humans, we are meant to love and be kind, not promote change and more change, until we are sand, not golden flesh.

Essay – “The Colored Spectrum” – “To Debunk Pride…” – Pt. 2 – 6/29/2019

June 29, 2019
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The colored rainbow possesses each of the following colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. The missing colors are black, white, and pink.

Between life, is birth and death. They each represent the color of black. Black is the color of fertility. A woman’s body is land. Land is fertile when dark. Land is infertile when light, akin to the desert, or the pale skin of a dead person. A volcano’s lava will create dark earth, and will be fertile for new vegetation. During childbirth, a woman’s rapid contractions is the same for symbolism, among fertility. A volcano’s rumbling, that is. Life begins in fertility and ends in fertility. That is to say that life begins upon the color black and ends on the color black. Life is an array of colors, and the limited discontent and hatred. Through the volcano, and during eruption, such “red waters” are released from a woman’s body, alike to lava, blackening, and her body becomes once more, fertile.

Of white, there is where love exists. A woman wears white on her wedding to reveal not only purity, but the possession of love that a man knows will be his rest. For he has worked, and has stressed, until coming to the point where his possession of a wife, will be his ultimate achievement. He is reminded, until death creates the parting, that love is the achievement he should not lose. It is only lost, when not only death through the physical body is manifested, but also disloyalty. When a man is loyal, a woman is loyal, and the words “till death do us part” as the wedding vows, reflect this, as well. It is also because “black”, which is what a man wears, is there to remind him of death, and of his potential mistakes. Destruction takes places among the burned form, and through ashes, as is what a human turns to when dead, destruction may indeed be the thing a man controls. To turn a marriage to dust, through disloyalty.

Of pink, there is virginity and the newness of anything. It is the first sign of discontent. After pink, there is white; and after white, there is black. Pink never returns, because youth, as well as virginity, can never return, soon as it passes. The infant is pink. The hymen is pink. This all translates to, “After pink or newness, there is white or love; and after white or love, there is death or discontent”. And this translates to “discontent challenges love”, or “discontent challenges loyalty”. Newness of life, creates the love of life, and the death of life, is death of loyalty to life. That is, Man should remain loyal to Woman, and if Man is ever disloyal to Woman, then Woman will be disloyal to life. It is because Woman will act as Man, through being disloyal, as well. As the reflection is where love is defined, and one discovers their “other half” in a beloved husband or wife, that which begins life will be the Man to warm a woman’s heart. And should he be disloyal to make her heart cold, then she will become selfish in her loneliness, and betray life. That is, the abortion of infants will become the norm, when love is gone. A man’s actions inevitably create a woman’s reactions, as the mind will always be the influence to the heart, as a thought creates an emotion.

Dialogue – “The Rainbow of Discontent” – “To Debunk Pride…” – Pt. 1 – 6/29/2019

June 29, 2019
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Q: In what manner is love absent from the discontented person?

A: The continual desire for change, creates the most related word to change, and that word is “discontent”; and the most related word to “discontent”, is “hatred”. That is because “hatred” when seen without negative expression upon it, is a word that defines “change”. That is because change is a process of discontent, and to be dissatisfied, means to never love.

Q: And where to you believe this mentality has arisen from?

A: It has arisen from an abandonment of God. In the abandonment of God, one abandons love in its truest and purest form. Content and satisfaction are the words related to “love”, and discontent and dissatisfaction are the words related to “hatred”; and all the colors in the world belong in the center of everything, among life. Should we see this in neutrality, “love” is the stillness, and “hatred” is the movement. That is, among “love”, there is rest and comfort, and among “hatred”, there is eagerness and rapidness.

Q: You have referred to the rainbow as the banner of hatred, and this is because “hatred” should be defined as “endless discontent”.

A: For the opposite reason as love will raise one to an infinite height, hatred will decline one, though it won’t be endless. Suicide, from such discontent, especially among those who alter truth, and their flesh, will be enacted from the discontent; and this is due to what pain creates for the soul. Pain is continually offered the question, “When will it end?” And for the opposite, in love, we never question, “When will the love end?” A color is a color of division, and division is never to be unified when the pain cannot be soothed by love. The descent will result in a decline of humanity.

Words of Wisdom – “Debunking the Marriage of Multiple Wives” – 6/29/2019

June 29, 2019
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“Variation has little to do with the aspect of morality. Though, ‘morality’ also has little to do with what is to be said here; and what is to be said, is that marriage has more to do with the inherent nature of the brain, versus the ‘artificial change’ among scientific endeavors. ‘Possibility’ is the chief focus of science. ‘Diversity’ becomes a focus of the Man-made human, over the ‘naturally-made’ human. Appearance should never be a primary focus for a woman, and should merely act as second-nature to her. She should not have to think about appearance, place it into the higher brain of reason, but merely apply the cosmetic, apply the dress, and begin her day. As for the ‘marriage of multiple wives’, there is, to the brain that is in everyone’s skull, the primary focus that situates itself upon the singular wife. A ‘one’ wife, to the ‘unity’ that represents ‘oneness’. All human brains are incapable of ‘multi-tasking’, as is how the ‘computer of science’ operates, not the ‘naturally-made’ human brain. Thus, we have ‘favoritism’ that has nothing to do with love. Favoritism has to do with lust. Inevitably, through that favoritism, ‘multiple wives’ will be ‘used’ as fodder for childbearing, until one wife is seen as the ‘capable’ sort to perhaps bear a son. She will be the primary focus, and the rest of the wives will be the secondary focuses. Though, soon as the primary focus has been expended of its usage, as with all primary focuses, it will soon become secondary. That is, the ‘primary focus’ will become ‘one with the scrap heap’, alike to the ‘second-hand’ used clothing, the ‘unwanted’, and the ‘unneeded’.”

Words of Wisdom – “The Absence of Truth… reveals the Skeleton, showing Death” – 6/25/2019

June 25, 2019
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“Truth is the covering upon death. A skeleton is the exposure beneath flesh, and in the search for truth, in the search for identity, there will be a skeleton soon to be shown. There will be death. There will be a skeleton, revealed. Why is this? It is because, in the turning away from love, there is soon the flesh to be seen; and then, in the search for truth, beyond God’s touch of love, there is the belief that suffering will become the new form of equality. The victims of a society will be there for the creation of equality. It is because when God made equality through love, truth was met with modesty. Then, when God was discarded and made ‘obsolete’, truth was searched after, until made distorted and unrecognized. Beauty was seen as business, because business makes use of chaos. Soon, such ‘victims’ of society will be there, and expose their flesh enough to see beneath. They and their alterations, through cash and plastic, through money and oil that are the treasures of wealth from the earth, a skeleton will be revealed.”

Words of Wisdom – “Only Two Forms of Equality” – 6/23/2019

June 23, 2019
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“There are only two forms of equality, and they speak the same words: From the rest of love to the rest of death, they are these forms, as love and death, with God resembling the former, and poverty resembling the latter. A decline in the human, has made the human turn away from God, and has made the human as the charitable sort. We have made presidents and prime ministers as God, with charity to their ways. We view them as Saints, though selflessness is not what they promote. The businessman will promote self-preservation, without the need for love. A decline in the human will have made the human turn away from God, and turn unto truth, and through the digging for truth, they will have dug graves. Inevitably, they will believe in poverty, or the ‘closeness to death’ as the new ‘equality’. And this is Socialism, the form of equality that best represents death.”

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