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 XIII4 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 Reason4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Love IsLove Is4 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.
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 to4 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
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 it4 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
My six-word memoirBorn in a snowstorm. Still cold.My six-word memoir4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
World of Tears and DeathIn this world of tears and death,World of Tears and Death4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The call "Bring out your dead"
Echoes around the abandoned streets.
Mothers send their sons to war
But may not get them back.
Young men march out to war
And grow up too fast.
Corpses speak louder than words.
But in the end,
In this world of tears and death,
We all bleed red.
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 - Wrath4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
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 War4 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."
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 You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Winter Without YouThere is a grey light on the horizon,Winter Without You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
embraced by midnight's dark, but
I swear I can see you walking along it,
heel-to-toe, your smile radiant enough
to shine over all this distance.
Your voice echoes in my head like
the memory of a different life; I can
feel your footsteps down my spine,
though every time I turn around I
am reminded that you are not there.
Your blueberry gaze was printed on
my retinas long ago, I still see it
every time I blink, eight million times
I've seen you since the last time I
really saw you. I miss you like a
tree misses its leaves, naked and
alone in the depths of winter. I
watch the horizon and pray for
nights like these, when I can hear
your laugh on the wind tangling
my hair, and I can almost feel
your hand in mine again. My
bones are hollow and I ache
for you to come back home.
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, stanPolitik4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The TrekThe Path is trembling,The Trek4 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
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 god4 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.
Eve Doesn't Live HereWe're way past forgiveness now,Eve Doesn't Live Here5 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.