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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
Sitting in Chains. I'm sitting in chains, condemned to my own personal hell, to the darker side of my mind that has withered and aged beyond my years, Whispering my fears to me quietly in the dead of night, edging me further into the abyss of time, time that will eventually throw me at the feet of my inevitable death. But until then I will continue this deadly masquerade until one day I pull the mask off and fall into oblivion.
The Other Side Of Fiction
The way I see it, I'm not the first to try to break through from fiction to reality. I certainly won't be the last. You see, there are small windows of opportunity that open up from time to time. More or less in the form of small single use doors. They appear when someone's reality is shattered, usually during a highly traumatic experience in the real world. Something so terrible or unexpected that your perception of reality falters and fiction becomes just as real as truth. In those moments, we figments of imagination can sometimes slip through, into reality. Though from what I've seen, there are a few side effects to breaking into reality. The most obvious being "mental illness" You see, as something that doesn't technically exist, fictional characters don't have physical bodies. So, we must find a "Host" of sorts. This "Host" is typically the poor sod who was used as a door. This can result in full or partial possession of the "Host's" body, though it can render one or both parties
Your servantYour a witch giant who has different servants that your can do what ever you want which one we'll be your personal servant ?
1) max/Lisa - makes your dinners
2) sam/ Alice - plaything
3) Tristan / Nikki- they we'll do anything u want
18+ is allowed
Shadows on the WallsShadows on the Walls
The shadows flickered on the walls, as they did every night. The room was empty save for them, and the stiff, inflexible mattress upon which he lay. The shadows danced a flexuous dance that captivated Ivan's soul. He had come to name them; they were his only friends, after all. He named them by their attributes. There was Pointy Shadow: a shadow with many sinister spikes, which jutted out from its undulating figure, splattered against the dull, blistering canvas that was the peeling walls of Ivan's small apartment. It abided in the left corner of the room. Then there was Elusive Shadow, a shadow that was not always there. It appeared every so often—when the moon reached its zenith. Then there was Wavy Shadow, appearing as a rippling tide in the far right-hand corner of the room. It was diminutive and serene, but when the darkness was at its strongest, it would surge and flow as a tempestuous ocean. One final shadow remained: the Unmoving Shadow. Barely
The Red BalloonThe Red Balloon
There was once a girl called Bella who everyday on the way to school would pass a man selling balloons. One particular morning Bella noticed a big red balloon right at the back of the bunch that the man was holding and instantly fell in love with it.
'Mum, Mum can I get that balloon?'
she would ask everyday, only to hear the reply of,
'No Bella! It's a waste of money and it will just shrivel up and die!'
Bella would always sigh and look away, perhaps she would never get the balloon...
But one day she had an idea. Maybe if she saved up all her pocket money, she could sneak out and buy it.
So that is what she did.
One sunny day after school Bella went to the man who sold the balloons and bought the big red balloon that she has been dreaming of for so long. As soon as she got it everything felt amazing; she twirled around the street with it and danced along the pavement.
But then she remembered her mother. She wouldn't be very happy that Bella had bought the balloon - or g
El monje y la ninfaEn toda mi vida como monje de esta región de la alta montaña he aprendido valiosas lecciones. He adquirido inestimables enseñanzas de sabiduría en los libros antiguos, sobre la importancia de la paz consigo mismo y con aquellos que les rodean. Sin embargo no hay mejor maestro en ningún domo como lo es la naturaleza misma. He dedicado arduas horas de mi vida a observar inocentemente a todas las formas que nos rodean, a conectar sus espíritus con el mío, porque todo lo que nos rodea acá es vida y no menos que vida libre. Una de las que más cautivó mi atención fue la pequeña ninfa que encontré cerca de la fuente que da al río.
Recién había terminado los quehaceres que me correspondían y me aventuraba entre los alrededores para conocer mejor el lugar, a pesar de haber sucedido esto cuando era joven puedo contemplar en mi memoria con claridad aquel primer encuentro. Me sentaba con la mirada perdida en los b
Getting Lost in The Everfree ForestTo many ponies, the Everfree Forest can be a frightening place. It's untamed, full of mystery, and unknown dangers. The Pegasus ponies don't control the weather nor do the Earth ponies cultivate the land. While it is frightening, there are many beauties that hide in this world too that are alien to Ponyville. The Castle of the Two Sisters hides here. Many of the wildlife call the Everfree Forest their homes. Though we live in Ponyville, we have a world within us that is the Everfree Forest. We may not be aware of it but at some point in our lives, we awaken to the fact that we are right dab in the middle of the Everfree Forest, with the direction to go to back to Ponyville a mystery to us. It may be terrifying for someponies but it's not all bad. The Everfree Forest has some pit stops that are safe like Zecora's hut or the Castle of the Two Sisters. These serve as markers to help us find our way back to Ponyville. We als
A woman who lovedI knew of a woman. A woman born, inadequately shaped to our standards of beauty, yet superseding that with wisdom scraped from the gray ghetto streets and hands that master the art of fulfilling cuisine. The woman also Loved.
Men —more like boy — teased.
And the world cared not.
Yet the woman still Loved. Her floppy smile somehow spread warmth more than the sun itself; her benevolent nature contrasted that nasty setting of 134 Burnt Street. She limped whenever she walked home, and the people thought less of her for the knee strained in a car accident. A gentle smile was still on her face, and she greeted them like old family, not a sign of hurt within those mossy eyes.
I knew of a woman. She talked to me when I sat alone on the park bench — new in that odd place. She smiled her floppy smile. And she became my first friend.
Men —more like boy — teased.
controversial story time!In walked a fox, his fur sleek and shined. He was an average kit, but something was special about him, apparently.
“Hello there Dear Sly!” called a nearby wolf, her pelt dull and gray.
“Good morning Ylva!” he called back, before tripping over something, landing right in a hole with a yelp.
“Oh my goodness! Are you-” the wolf stopped short, in the hole was a pile of Shining Stones, a stash of pure riches.
“Yeah I’m alright.” The fox replied “I meant to do that.” The wolf stared at her friend, her head tilted.
“So…you KNEW that there were Shining Stones down there….how?” Sly stared back, his head cocked at the odd question, not expected to be taken seriously.
“Uh….’cause I’m good like that!” he answered, not wanting to look like a fool.
“Ok guess what I’m thinking if you’re so ‘good like that’” Ylva suddenly challenged. Dear Sly pause
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.&
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
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