And Tonight My Prayer Was XIIAnd tonight my prayer was:
I don't care who remembers what. Eventually everyone who remembers will be gone. And then everyone who remembers them will be gone.
And then, someday soon, a boy just like me will be born, on a planet just like this one, in a universe a thousand infinities away. And he will fall in love as I did, and he will hate as I did, and he'll fuck up the same as I did, and he'll open his eyes like a child, and he'll wish he was blind.
And then he will die. Once he's gone, people will remember only how he died; only say 'he was a nice lad' or 'he went out doing what he loved.'
And then they'll forget, and die.
And the people who remember them will forget, and die.
And then, someday soon, a boy just like me will be born, on a planet just like this one... And so it will be forever hereafter.
And Tonight My Prayer Was XIIIAnd tonight my prayer was:And Tonight My Prayer Was XIII3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You once asked me: "Why do you look to the ground when you walk?"
"So I can see where I am treading." I said. "Why do you look to the sky?" I, equally bemused.
With a smile you reply "So I can see where I'm going."
Statement of ReasonSanity is the equal battle between logic and feelings, at which none becomes the victor. Insanity is the point at which one of the parties in the battle is beyond reproach.Statement of Reason3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Love IsLove Is3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love is not a string,
Nor is it a ring.
It is not a game,
Or some beast for you to tame.
Neither is it a wave,
Or in confessions of the brave.
Love does not stay in only two,
If what you feel is true.
It is in the smile of bliss,
And the feather light kiss.
Love is like a quiet breeze,
That touches all it sees.
It is in the smiles you bring,
That makes others wish to sing.
In it you will forgive,
The sins of those that live.
It can be seen with loving eyes,
And is the envy of the skies.
It is against the norm,
And helps you weather any storm.
Hear love's clarion call,
For every heart, both great and small.
Love is patient, love is kind,
Love is not for the haughty mind.
In all these things it be;
Love, which is eternity.
For the belief in godTo understand the functions of the universe is a gift, to see a God in those functions is to be blessed.For the belief in god3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
To understand and follow the functions of a single religion is also a gift, but to think God plays a role only in the functions of that religion is a curse.
If anything God wants us to function together, like the universe he created. That is why he put us together on this single planetary body and is giving us the time to figure out his real plan.
Time Moves us.. let itTime.. a great wonder within itself. But What is it? Is it the past present and future? Is time linear? An infinite line? Or is time a flame.. an eternal flame that powers creations. Time is flashing before your eyes. Reality is here-now Truth is said to be embedded in reality. Truth is eternal to the present.. Past truths become obsolete. The future becomes only sparks toward the Fire of the Present. Truth is here not there.Time Moves us.. let it3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Here-now in these very moments. You are here my fellow human. What are you doing? What are you thinking? What are you feeling? How long are you in creation? How long are you not in creation? Time guarantees you opportunities and situations for you grow to be YOU. What are you? Have you forgotten? Are you discovering? Or are you being? Death is the only thing in the future that is set in stone. Everything else is dependent
100ThemesChallenge - WrathWe saw them kick you and beat you until you were lying, bleeding in the dirt. Broken and tired, with tears running down your face, you stood up, opened your arms, and hugged the entire world.100ThemesChallenge - Wrath3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I want toI want to write beautiful, happy things. I want to show the world that despite the fact that I can imagine being ten times happier than I am now, it does not preclude me from being happy. I want to share the joy and laughter and sweetness of the world we live in.I want to3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I want to demonstrate the power of the people. Each person has so much potential that does not get harnessed and, instead of complaining about it, I want to step up and create a change. I want to make a trend where people compliment each other instead of putting each other down, where the earth fills with 'yes'es and smiles instead of negativity. I want a world that is just, accepting, and even better- appreciative of itself and of each other.
Unfortunately, I've got a long way to go. However, as Epicurus said: "Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for."
So I will continue living, learning, hoping and dreaming, and perhaps together, s
My six-word memoirBorn in a snowstorm. Still cold.My six-word memoir3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Genesis 1I am this book's disaffected youth. I am your life's idiosyncratic mind wrinkle. I will infect your soul. Kill me quickly. Unreal and trashy. Full of the ire of youth and distortions of anger. In that same vein, full of the blessings of life. Full of vigour. Ready to see that my future bear fruits of labour, and that I wipe my mouth clean of every rotten taste.Genesis 13 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
FarewellIn this hostile environment, I fight.Farewell3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm lost and confused, I wander.
I want more and partake a romance and adventure.
A leap of faith to be with what is
I run into a Mountain.
Massive, Dignified, and Intimidating.
In Awe and Respect,
I challenge this Behemoth.
I am escaping from this hell I once was in.
I want see more and I am going for it.
I will not miss the hell, I curse it.
This mountain will be my triumph.
I will gain power.
The Bird Flew Into The WindowHe was a good man doing a great man's job, while all the great men were busy making bombsThe Bird Flew Into The Window3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
PolitikTo be politically correct, people should take the time to understand why politics is a facade. Oh great fascism and corporatism!! We call this democracy! Democracy has change for the worse has it not. Polarity and lack of education and intelligence puts our deity democracy in an asylum. And the hypnotizing and contradictory television and radio has plague the minds of the masses. I do say there are some formidable media, but that is some. Most are created to set a distraction, a great illusion with mischief in the back curtains. The most primary aspect of humanity that we have distorted democracy and government is that we do not take the time to examine ourselves. Why do have our beliefs and faiths? Be skeptical. Critically think of what we need. Search in our world what needs to be fixed. In order to fix, it is to understand why it exists and how it got there. My people across the world.. you are more powerful than what you think or belief. If you don't like what you see or feel, stanPolitik3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
To Dance With AngelsTo Dance With Angels3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Above is heaven,
With silver waves
Of argent splendor.
Birds are keepers
To its expanse;
Albatross in flight,
As sailor's guide.
Doves in grace,
Spread yon peace.
Eagles soar higher,
To grasp eternity.
I desire accord
With these masters
Of sky's majesty;
God so good,
My greatest desire,
Is to dance
With the angels.
The Love And The War"Look." You said at last, exasperated "Think of it this way: how big is your heart?"The Love And The War3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I smirk at such an easy question, and hold up my hand, fingers tightly curled. "Here. As big as a fist."
You shake your head, hold up your hand and curl it over mine. "No, don't you see? My heart will always be bigger than your fist."
NatureI am your Best Friend and Greatest Enemy.Nature3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I Am the Provider Of life But also the Bringer of Death.
I am The Harvest yet i am also the famine.
They Say Love Will Blind YouWe walk through the deserted park, hand in hand. Glass cracks beneath our feet, and dying reeds scratch knee-high at our legs. A stone , hurled through the air, strikes your temple; ignored. Running our fingers across graffiti, we pretend we read love letters, and feel the caress of flowers - not thorns. Just playing at being lovers, in an unloving world.They Say Love Will Blind You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The TrekThe Path is trembling,The Trek3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This may be my death.
This climb is killing me with bad footing and nearly impossible paths.
Such lack of life on this trek as well as food.
This challenge has taken me,
I have found a new hell for myself.
I'm sick of this now.
It is worse from what I was leaving.
This suffering and pain Why?
I asked for something else.
From halfway up, I'm having my doubts and growing weak.
Fatigue is taking over me and the cold thin air is choking me.
But I will not back down,
I have to do this.
I see it! I see it!
There it is! The End of my Journey!
I am scarred and battered,
Exhausted of what I went through.
HAAH!! HNNG! Ahhhh!
This is it
Amazing I can see the path I used to reach this spot,
I can see where I resided.
It's Beautiful and Massive.
This is where I was?
There is something powerful here
Something has ended but it, i
The Other Lovely CarriageThere is a carriage,The Other Lovely Carriage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Meant just for me.
In it is Death,
He waits for me,
If all goes well,
He'll wait a while.
But if it so happens,
Some sad accident occurs,
As they sometimes do,
It's just another trip
That I must take,
I will be alright.
InwardIt's time to look inward.Inward5 years ago in Open More Like This
No, not with those shifty marbles rolling in your skull
Look with that part of you that lies in all of the dark crevices of your mind
You may be scattered, a dozen small orbs of consciousness hiding in your legs, or arms, or fingertips
Let these pieces meet in the center of you, in the core of you, wherever you feel most comfortable
Become aware of your breathing, your blinking, your heart beating
Take a moment to prepare yourself before plunging into the other you, the real you, the vulnerable you
You forgot about this emotion, didn't you?
You thought you'd left this one behind,
Ignored and solitary, it has spread through you and fed on your subconscious
And this one, almost dead, roars to life
Consuming you with its unexpected insistence
It has a voice that craves and audience with your attention.
she moves like the oceanShe moves like the oceanshe moves like the ocean5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unpredictable and amazing
Tidal pools know nothing of brightness
Until they have seen her smile
Like the sun at noon
Turning them to diamond glass
Eyes like the sea after a storm
Her hair is the outer edge of sunrise
Brushing the clouds as they whisper the morning awake
Oh, is she lovely
Her touch the embrace of a star
She is the light of dawn on your face
A morning spent with a lover
Or sunbeams filtering through windows
Lighting dust to blazing flecks
Her soul is filled with the quiet of wakefulness
Of winters indoors
Of frozen lakes with children on
Eve Doesn't Live HereWe're way past forgiveness now,Eve Doesn't Live Here4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we left it behind somewhere around
bitterness and recriminations.
I never had high expectations.
You never had lofty ideals and
I may have been deluded, but
I knew you better than you think.
I know that you blame me and
expect that I blame you.
I blame you for everything,
I lay all this at your feet.
Nothing here is not your fault.
I offered you salvation,
and you perverted it
because you had lost your faith.
Saw a damning apple
where there was only
a hand to hold.
You couldn't kill my faith, though,
and I don't need you to feel sorry,
though a sorry for the mistaken
identity would have been nice.
I'm not Eve and I never wanted
to destroy you.
You did that all by yourself.
Pacific SunriseWhen morning spins into your room,Pacific Sunrise4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spilling like a waterfall through your
blinds, we are asleep, curled around
each other like tumbling, reaching
vines, pressed tightly against one
another's skin. I wish I could see us
in these moments, quiet, affectionate,
lost in a dream world where life is not
so harsh and we are not so complicated.
In these moments, you reach for me and
do not stop yourself, you pull me close
and breathe me in, and you do not feel
the guilt or punish me for your confusion.
I can burrow my face into the warm cradle
of your chest, take sanctuary in your heart
beat, free of the fear that I will push too
hard, that you will spook and I will have lost
you again. We are simple at these times,
bathed in the gentle light of dawn, faces
uncreased and innocent. Our slumbering
contentment builds bridges, spanning the
terrifying distance that seems to grow between
us every day, spawned by uncertainty and fear
and the hateful words that fall from our lips
like dying leaves from