Interest in this blog is for those who partake in valuing philosophy and poetry.
“Non-existence has only a place for everything trustworthy. Therefore, wouldn’t we hold trust for what is certain, being of the past, being of what is both dead and not?” – Modern Romanticism If God is said to be of love, then He’d have a relation only to the past, not the future. We stride forth […]
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Just a wellTo dump the contentsOf her eyes.Deep blue as Neptune’s children,AwakenedAs puling infants,Close to no mother,Close to no otherBut the cruel hands of a Father,Of God’s sheltering darkness.For sheCan swear He created Hell. Water the cries,To water them, more.Water the lilies, upon the current to the brook,Draped as curtainsOver the stepping stone.She has lost […]
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Count scars,Limitless as stars.Count truthWhole enough to be broken,As bread is consumed,Chewed,Digested,Not like the lieSo easily swallowed.A broken truthWas once, in preparation,A wholeness. A broken form,BeatenUntil bloody,Is always the truth, reborn,Though neverIn the eyes of who broke it. Would ChristBreak the truth,As he broke bread,As he gave wine?Broken bread, as beaten flesh,Drunken wine, as streaming […]
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How much earthIs needed to suppress the light?The corpse, still awareUntil resurrection makes it declareThat the fog could be brighter,That the dark could be whiterWith the bleeding shell of mercy. He says to the road, ahead,Among its inhabitants,“We are stoned, as one.”He breathes a momentThat lasts,After his rising. The destructionOf constructionLoses always the dimensionFor a […]
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Open eyes,Unfurled wings of a tiny newborn.He means to feel the warmth,To drench his mind in her vision,Her sight,Her gaze.A mother’s blessing upon the soon to beHailed as King. Bleeding woesWill beSoon to beThe stifling of a world’s silence.Can Heaven sing any louder? A tapestry unfolded,A Bible ruined,A journey so sublimeUp to the altarWhere folded […]
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It is to my consignThat I must give allowanceTo the earth’s hunger.She flooded the newborns, their milk,Drawn from the sea of her flesh,White as the stains of purityOnce enveloped between her legs. A nicetyTo one single liability,That she must turn to ash,To be gatheredBy the storm with its herding winds.I have, at my backThe urge, […]
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He sees his God,Upside-down upon the cross,Disheveled,Though bandagedBy the pauper’s rags.That man,Withdrawn into the dirtBeneath his perfect feet.His remorseTakes a courseBackwards, away from what he fearsMay send him into tears. Beautiful imageOf a Saint,Whose blood flows as crimson dustDown to the same earthA man with perfect feet, sends his following.Dust,Eternal in its slopeTo no one’s […]
Read More“Since when has the belief become a fact? Since when did we need scientific proof for something as a belief? Since when did this occur, when even love itself needs no science for its existence, when it cannot remain around without faith or trust?” – Modern Romanticism A fact requires evidence. A belief, however, does […]
Read More“Naming God to be formless, would mean of Him to not be lustful, not wanting of punishment to others, and not acting as any other human who would grin at the sight of ‘well-deserved’ vengeance. All pleasure is felt of a human in the form. If such is the case, then God cannot punish. For […]
Read MoreLove will remain the mystery to the sciences, out of only one condition: that it cannot pertain itself to utility. We do not utilize love, for nothing of feeling can be used. Why effort yourself to manipulate emotions, when everything meant for practical means will never be something felt, though only used? One manipulates another’s […]
Read More“Were each human to comprehend what is behind themselves, as not the difference, nor the mask, nor the uniqueness, they’d be able to see something to truly share. To share that, would be a step in the direction of human trust, human likeness, human compassion and empathy.” – Anonymous All races, all colors, all differences […]
Read MoreChoice is the only thing to define the irresponsible self, for such means that to be irresponsible was to have a choice in what one acts upon. To have a choice merely means to never want for lacking one. Because, when one lacks a choice, one is automatically responsible for everything they are bound to […]
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