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We Will All Know PovertyHearts fooled, fouled, full
Arteries throb, clogged with shadows
With truth, no room for the other
Who is demanding
Who is begging
The self, cut in two
The self can see
No more truth
Clogged with shadows
The good life
All needing now
Gorging on each other
Becoming the other
Poverty, the bifurcation of self
A well heart wealth
Shining Under the SunOntological definition,
Why has life got to be such as mission.
Just let those labels go, dance with me and go with the flow.
The Will to Life or the Will to Power?
Choose the sweet life.
Not the sour.
Self-determination has got to be earned.
Look into you heart.
See what you learn.
Be still in nature.
Let yourself go we are all connected.
Zoom out and see Self-symmetry
Return to your roots
There's no limit to me
Mandlebrot and Julia
Lovers in infinity
Transcend Reality become divinity
Ego nature kills your soul.
You're the subject not the object.
You're the whole.
Don't give into the madness of society.
Be at peace and come with me.
Mental constructs are guides to life.
Don't believe in dogma.
It leads to strife.
The meta-physical we cannot know.
Until our demise.
We reap what we sew.
Love, compassion and not blind hate.
Wisdom not ignorance.
These are goals you should make.
Never forget that we are all one.
Floating on a ball under the sun.
Life the universe we should
Homogenised identityA curd festers on the top of a glass
Floating above the homogenised
Relative and pointing
At the curd
Relative to the curd
Fighting to sink
Under A Gibbous MoonIt was a dark evening, the light of a starkly gibbous moon shone ominously onto a lone Arkham building. A place rooted firmly into one of the more undesirable districts of that cursed city. The light trickled through into its Georgian interior, as if afraid of the dancing shadows it threw forward like devilish spectres. The pointed ears and peaked form of something alien to the world were cast darkly onto Howard Phillip Lovecraft by the softly tortured light. He sat reading the "The Cask of Amontillado", muttering to himself, strange musings punctuated by the curling of his lips. The cat's shadow disappeared and the scene seemed twisted for a moment, silent but for the screams of another world that could be heard echoing in the dark circuitous passageways of his mind.
Lovecraft stared stoically at the aged paper before him, pensive as he ignored this all too familiar experience. He closed the book, self indulgent self hatred and adoration of his erstwhile peer an
Tautological Transposition: As Do IWhen will the will be willing
The mind, like an arrow, goes forth
But strays from its path
Only when true will it happen, peerless, the will
Being fickle and unpredictable, choosing its own path
The path of affectation and the willed path, the duality of man
The nature of it
All contradictions that define
A man of two minds, desire and the desired
All things being equal but different:
I can breathe, yet I do not.
I am existence, yet existence is without me
Arrows fly, dulled points stray
They do not connect.
The great between
Oh the will of it all, the one and of the one
No two exist, separate but connected vessals
I want and I do not
I believe, yet I do not believe
That this mirror stares into
A reflection on the only path, the chaotic path
Self determination and fate, a coexistant possibility
I believe, yet I do not believe
Arrows fly, arcing to their end,
No matter the desired, no matter the outcome:
They always strike their target
They fly, de
Genesis, Remastered“People are awfully two-dimensional these days,” said Eve, lounging on the couch. Her husband, perched next to her, grunted. He was absorbed in his iPad. “Adam?”
“You’re so passive.”
Eve sighed, regarding her husband’s skeletal form. “I’ll take the rubbish out.” She rose, leaving a large indent. The kitchen was a foul assortment of littered table tops and half-eaten take-aways, neglected by Adam and devoured by Eve. Hoisting the rubbish bag – full to bursting – over her shoulder, Eve trundled into the front garden and dumped it on the side of the street to fester.
Hands on her hips, she was about to turn away when a black cat hurtled across her path and dug sharp claws into the rubbish bag. It pulled its paws apart and week-old food spilled across the pavement. Eve sprang back and, losing her balance, and fell to the ground. The moon smiled down at her and she blinked, not botherin
Everyone wants to be happyEveryone wants to be happy, right?
I mean that's what we all strife for in life, isn't it?
Do you also want to be happy? Well, Nick definitely did.
Let me tell you about him.
Nick was a quite handsome and intelligent man. The big house he lived in was surrounded by a beautiful and well trimmed garden. Nick often held parties for his many friends and acquaintances. The relationship with his wife was very healthy and he had made a fortune so big that he never had to work again.
Although Nick had everything you could wish for, one day, he came towards me with a troubled face.
I was still in the garden, the sun was about to set and I was planning to go home soon.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
"What's your problem?" I replied.
Nick sighed. "You know me. I reached almost every goal in life and tried out everything I can imagine, but still somehow I never felt truly happy."
"You didn't plant a tree yet," I grinned.
"Hey, I'm serious here! What ever I do, I think I could have done better! What ev
WatchingHe had seen many things.
He had seen people work for days on end to create mighty monuments to the gods. Seen people taken from there homes in the night to be worked like slaves by there new masters.
He had seen men use their knowledge to create places of learning. Watching as these learned men discover knew things for the first time. Watched as they learned to sail, to mine, to grow.
And grow they did. Starting as a few mud huts he watched as they grew into bustling metropolis. Watched as they discovered the worth of gold, and as they trek across lands to gain new riches. He watched as they worshipped men and women, as they built temples and spread their religion around the world.
He was there as a few people left to find a new home. And as the new settlement grew he watched the people become rich, and watched as they built roads to help share the wealth.
He was there as they became more advanced, discovering how to write, how to harness natures power, how to create steam.
He was watc
A Deluded Confession Many years ago, in the spring of 1847, I first gained the acquaintance of Mikhail Ivanovich Bazikov. He was the first man that I met upon arriving in Nizhny Novgorod - he lived in the same neighborhood, and he immediately struck me as the exuberant, exciting character who he remained throughout our time together. The two of us forged a close friendship in the weeks and months that followed. In him, I found sparkling wit and humor that I could only envy; in me, he apparently saw something that was absent from anyone in his previous association, something which I could not detect.
In the winter of that year, Mikhail Ivanovich became a deeply religious man. Two of his three children had fallen seriously ill and he turned to the church for sustenance and support. His donations to the monastery became lavish, his prayers incessant, his devotion unyielding. He often said that it was by the sheer grace of Christ and the blessings of Father Mikhail that he had
Tabby grew in a place that nobody ever seemed to noticed. She made her home under the shimmering summer sky, protected by arching branches above her and cold dirt underneath her feet. The warped aspens waved merrily down as she gazed and gazed up into those woeful heavens. She made pictures with the clouds, wars with the gnats, and friends with herself.
Nobody ever noticed that place Tabby called home, nestled snugly in a little corner folded off into the world. Only Tabby saw the sun sing itself to sleep and the moon drift home after fishing in a starry sea. She was never lonesome, with the rustling of the wind she gained the only company she'd ever need.
She grew into a fine little miss that Tabby, all by herself with not another soul in sight. One day, when her nose was tickled by the bees and the lady bugs played in her hair, she got scared. It couldn't have been the bugs, or the breeze, or the sweet taste of rain that fr
The Overwhelming Feeling that Changed My LifeIMPORTANT AN: Alright before you start reading I want to tell you that there is a specific question I want to ask you about the story!! But only after you have read the story can I tell you what the question is or else your answer will be influenced! Please proceed to read because I am very curious to know your answer!!!
Have you ever witnessed someone stand without flinching in the face of death? If you did, would you watch from afar like a spectator and think about how weak you are compared to them? I did. Except for some inexplicable reason, at the last second, I acted on a feeling I can’t describe. And I sacrificed myself to save that one strong soul which deserved to live. Maybe I did it because the scene unfolding before me made me realise my monotonous life had no meaning. I live such a boring routine; go to work, come home, eat, sleep, repeat. Or maybe it was my simple desire to save the small innocent kitten who was staring strongly at the oncoming car. Either way, t
I Present A StoryI present to you a story.
There is a girl – young, maybe fifteen. She wakes up on a perfectly ordinary morning feeling quietly contented. At peace. There are many things ahead in the future, but those are all problems to be confronted some other time. One day, she will get to them.
There is school – not pleasant, but bearable. She gets off the bus and heads for form class, exchanging pleasant banter with her classmates. She laughs a little bit and sits with her friends.
I present to you a boy.
He is smart – good grades, but not unusually so. She watches him often, enjoying his mannerisms and the casual way he confronts life. Sometimes, when she pays attention, there seems to something weighing on him. She intends to find out what. One day, maybe, she will kiss him.
The girl maneuvers her way through the hallways of the school. She is a decent student, and a pleasant person to be around. “A joy to teach,” some of her Primary School teachers said.
Fluent in SilenceMy blood is boiling. I am up in arms. I am foaming at the mouth. I am going ballistic. I guess that’s how I feel. I never understood either of those sayings, but I do feel angry as fuck.
We sat in deafening silence. I felt like I had to keep my mouth shut. If I opened it up, I’d say something mean, something insulting that would spark a conflict I would inevitably lose in the end. I don’t know why he kept so silent. Perhaps out of solidarity, perhaps that was his way of daring me.
When my mind finally snapped out of the state of nothingness I had drifted to, I felt his eyes on me and heard a distant mumbling.
‘Do you think we’re normal?’ he repeated.
‘Do you think we could be?’
Silence prevailed. My mind kept drifting into meaningless little details that not only had nothing to do with this particular moment, but were futile in general. I kept thinking about dancing gummy bears
Aquel que amo a la LunaEs una noche silenciosa y fría, ideal para mi, solo me hacen falta dos cosas, un amor y ganas de dormir, y si Dios no me permite los dos, que al menos me conceda uno de ambos.
He estado pensando toda le noche y la luna dice que ya esta cerca la media noche, y la inspiración llega a mi, como si fuera un soplo divino que me invade, veo de nuevo la ventana y observo a la luna, que bella luna, tan lejana, tan hermosa, tan inalcanzable, y tan real como ficticia, tal vez es por eso que le comparo con el amor, tan bello y disfrutable como lejano e irreal, estoy seguro de que algún día, alguien la tocara, y sentirá lo mismo que sentiría si tocara por vez primera a su esposa, como tocar algo que Dios puso en el universo solo para ti, poner tu dedo, sobre la piel de un fantasma de amor, tan brillante como oscuro y con un lado irrevelable siempre que espera con una navaja en la cintura para apuñalarte cuando te acercas, y matarte si regresas.
Humble me SensieHong Kong in 1978. The set of a new movie: Monkey hand. Dragon paw. During a recess in filming a stuntman approached the star martial artist. "Sensei, I wish to challenge you. Humble me and make me a better man".
The Sensei was no good man, "I put two of you down yesterday. Will you never learn," he spat. As his challenger was stood head bowed the Sensei launched at him with a vicious side kick aimed through his head at his neck, an attack that could cripple a man.
The challenger allowed gravity to do his work, as his body fell forward towards the ground. At the bottom of his roll he tackled the Sensei he had shown utmost respect for, with a scissor assault at his single standing leg, forcing him to the ground.
The challenger used the momentum to launch himself back to his feet. He said to the Sensei's amazed eyes, "humble me Sensei," as he brought an axe kick around and down upon his chest.&
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