Philosophy – “The Importance in having a Foundation” – 5/24/2020

“Each origin is the pain of every beginning.”

– Anonymous

Without the acknowledgement of roots, the suffering it took to create what was created for future generations to hold in appreciation, what is there left? What is there left for the recognition of a million more miles to come, if one merely severs those roots, forgets how one began, forsakes the pain it took to begin? Is one, at that moment, arrogant enough to believe that their roots are far too painful of a memory to want to see more of how they can further grow from that seed? By that reasoning, we have forsaken all mothers. We have forsaken our own mother, who gave us life in the process of labor pains. Labor. Work. Or… the simple undertaking of starting creation. That is, the creation of the child’s life. Not their beating heart, but their ways to know about the world. We teach them what we know, though teach them the most not to be stubborn or closed-minded.

To have a foundation means to appreciate a beginning. There have been those who wish to begin their own tale, in the place of someone else’s. Though, they wouldn’t dare to continue what that person started.

To cut those roots of a culture, by whatever other culture seems themselves dominant enough to do so, will inevitably cause their direction to be the opposite of the one they opposed. You can see such occurring in the mere act of rebellion. The rebels have opposite views, will lean as far away from their oppressors as possible, until both rebels and oppressors are staring at each other from opposite ends.

Whatever person or culture, possessing their own ideals, cut the roots of another culture they opposed, will inevitably lead to the opposite of what the destroyed culture upheld. What was once their pain, being the destroyed culture’s pain, is now a new pain. Though, that pain is now read in the opposite direction, like a book being read backwards. Or, it is more like a tree growing underground, rather than how it grew upwards, before the culture was destroyed.

This is factual when we think of the ideals within politics. More division, means more seeds. More seeds, means more beginnings. More beginnings, means more arrogance, by how one will say to another that they cannot comprehend how their suffering began. Though, it seems that more-so in today’s time, by how much division there is, people begin to fight with others, comparing pains. They fight, and thus they begin to forget how much that person suffered, in how their story started.

The human world lives on division, though ends on understanding. Reading a book until the end was only done so, because one held their attention on something. They understood what was written, because that is why they read it until the end.

It lives on division, when a person can offer their own thoughts, in the pauses, for the division of paragraphs or sentences. Though, a foundation, to how the book began, is how a person will find another’s tale to be the most compelling. The attention that is grabbed at the beginning of a book, because no one starts a story from the middle, keeps the reader attentive. Life is like a book, and whether it be closed or opened, matters up to whether one wants to pay attention.

The most important part to understanding anyone’s story is in seeing how it began for them. Anything within the middle are just random details. Anything at the end, is only ever important if you paid attention to the middle. It is like holding a dying loved one’s hand until the bitter end of their death. To not let go of the book, is to not let go of the story.

Poem – “Once I saw you Undressed Near a Lake” – Romance – 4/11/2020

No longer shed the tears,
No longer shed the struggle.
You collapse on knees as old as the stones behind you,
That you drag.
Though, your nakedness
Has been something to kiss
For beauty’s sake.

Life has stepping stones,
Not weights for shoulders.

Love searches for paths in bones,
Calling a ring up to ears that sting.

Once I saw you undressed near a lake,
As you crawled beneath the waves,
The boughs above,
As the flood was your tears,
As the most vulnerable doe, to see your utmost fears.

Please weaken yourself no longer,
As you find meaning in pain.

Once I saw you undressed near a lake,
As tomorrow’s burden comes to shelter you
In its wake.

Poem – “The Pain Behind my Stuck Stare” – Life – 4/7/2020

Look behind me,
Or look away,
For it does not matter
Which direction you choose.
I matter less to a world
That cannot lose
Its mask.

Stuck stares
And reeking unawares.
Life has a thousand souls apart,
And I view it all
With bent back and shielding hands.
There is nothing for me in this land
But the broken limbs of survivors.

Place me upon the lake,
Would you please?
I am cold,
And want to be colder.

Life was once a dream,
A singing star-ship
Travelling across a universe of dust,
Where much gets caught in my eyes.

Pain is my aura,
Life is my dilemma,
And all I write
Are the versus of a poisoned mouth
And bleeding eyes.

Do not leave me,
Oh, death, when you call,
I will fall,
Into arms as hollow as the oak
In the forest of breezes, as deep as my sighs.

A Quote of Wisdom – “Why Sex should be Saved for Marriage” – 3/19/2020

“Marriage is meant for sex, not sex is meant for marriage. Why does a man doubt his decision to propose? It might be for the reason that all his secrets, among the woman’s secrets, have already been shared, through they sex they’ve already been having.

Sex is revealing. Though, more-so than flesh, it is revealing through secrecy. We are not holding ourselves back, when we expose the flesh. It is the very difference between a rapist and a spouse, with the former having forced someone to reveal, like an interrogator or torturer. Truth, that is, is the very reveal of something kept hidden. For a special time, that is, because where do we go with these secrets, if they are always kept hidden? They poison us, if we cannot trust anyone with them.

Contemplation is the enemy to the stagnant rest, within love. To act loose with love, creates dissatisfaction, through wandering thoughts. One’s confinement, in marriage, is lost, and one’s satisfaction, in marriage, is lost.

It is because the enemy of love is dissatisfaction. Within love, we should only want to say the words, ‘I want nothing more than you’, and renounce all other ambitions.

In the most revealing sense, such secrets within the spouse will be willingly offered upon the other. With trust, there is strictness and open honesty that such a revealing will not be mishandled.

Sex should be saved for marriage, because the one thing we do not want loosened, are our secrets. We open the doors to a belittled life and continued insecurity when those secrets are never in the hands of those most trustworthy to be allowed them.

Bodies are not meant to be as open, as a mind should be.”