Homosexuality's a DiseaseCan't come in today; still gay.Homosexuality's a Disease in Emotional More Like This
The Way We Built Bridges"You waste too much time on your words." You once told me.The Way We Built Bridges in Philosophical More Like This
"No," I replied "you don't waste enough time on words. Words are a tool to you, not a treat. A pragmatic means of communicating, bargaining, exchanging vital snippets of information. Calm down. Stop speaking so fast. We're not fighting a war (not us, not here). You don't prune and select your language. You've forgotten how to roll it around on your tongue, or try it on for size. Revel in rolling Rs, or the sweetness of a string of vowels and consonants, arranged in such a way to create more beauty than you ever thought possible.
Language can be a delicacy to contrast your paltry recital of data. You should try it."
And Tonight My Prayer Was XIIIAnd tonight my prayer was:And Tonight My Prayer Was XIII 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 Reason in Philosophical More Like This
Untitled 4I don't know enough to be any different,Untitled 4 in Free Verse More Like This
But that's why you chose me didn't you,
Because I could speak from the heart when nothing else mattered,
Your all too familiar with the story,
It ended with you telling me to stay.
Would it worry you if I chased your demons?
To take the arduous task of driving them from your dreams,
Time heals all wounds,
Everyone has a one scar or another hidden away,
And I am not afraid of yours.
Take my hand love,
Let the water pass between us,
For it carries away all the guilt and shame we once carried,
Look deep into my eyes as I hold you in my arms,
And believe me when I say that your beautiful.
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 to 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 it 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
The TrekThe Path is trembling,The Trek 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
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, stanPolitik in Philosophical More Like This
FarewellIn this hostile environment, I fight.Farewell 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.
In AweMy Brethren, Why hath this happened?In Awe in Emotional More Like This
I am appalled.
You are exploiting and being exploited.
Look at this hell we have created.
Your ideology and beliefs is only a front to protect the grand illusion.
Why must you hurt others including yourself?
Pay Deep Attention, My Brethren.
We have gone astray and are crumbling.
There is no freedom/free will in this society,
And yet you believe you have it.
The human of no principles has free will;
A man/woman who lives in self-mastery in full embrace.
We have created the veil over our eyes.
Your heart will shine the way,
But how can you see when you are blindfolded?
ChoiceChoice is an outward freedom, but is not freedom inwardly.Choice in Philosophical More Like This
Since there is a contradiction, choice is false.
Choice implies decision. The confused mind chooses. The mind has to be confused in-order to choose. The confused mind is the fragmented mind. Look at this in yourself.
Whenever there is a choice in a decision, wasn't there confusion and indecision?
Then one would ask, "What is there when choice is false?"
When one sees clearly, there is action..
There is no choice nor decision. There is no interval.
Clarity breeds complete and total action that is not hesitated due to ideas and decisions/choice.
Learn Clarity. In clarity, there is no choice.. You Do.
Tour into RealityHello! Welcome Back.Tour into Reality in Short Stories More Like This
Been awhile since you left.
I can see you are dazed and confused.
Very helpless, I may say.
Well, let me get you reacquainted.
I do have one advice:
"What 'is' is not and what 'is not' is."
So lets begin our tour
As you can see and feel, there is a churning or friction.
It's funny that everything is constantly changing, but this machine is stable and at peace.
Also, you may have saw existence and non-existence is present,
And they influence each other.
Do you believe in destiny?
~Umm, I don't know ~
Great! I will just say this,
We are all parts of a machine, whatever you contribute will fuel the machine and it is inevitable.
Mhm, let us continue on.
AHHH Yes, Truth.
I love that word, you know why?
~Mmmmmm, No why?~
It can never be spoon-fed and is the essence of freedom.
What I am telling has no comparison to your voyage and experience.
Ah, to add to that, once heard a man say that experience is not what happens to you, but what you do with it
A Discourse on ReligionA Discourse on Religion in Philosophical More Like This
To all those who have belief in a deity, ideology, or belief system, I am going to ask you questions and state things that will challenge you. These will not only be provocative but in a way help you understand "Why?" and "What for?". Now, please this is a no-nonsense discourse. No shallow business here.
What is Religion? What is Belief? What is Faith? Is religion of beliefs and faiths? Or is religion something totally different?
Belief is shallow. No matter how pretty the belief sounds.. it's shallowness comes from the lack of depth. Depth means understanding through questioning. I never said anything about doubt. What does it mean to question? Question is to look for relevance and find out if it is true. Remember, Truth means it is One-to-One with Reality. If it is true, why even say you believe it? It is what it is. When there is a belief, there are principles. But, Truth ha
Winter Without YouThere is a grey light on the horizon,Winter Without You 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.
The Art of Retreatthe vertebrae of my spineThe Art of Retreat in Free Verse More Like This
draw the jagged edge
of enemy lines between us,
boundaries i drew myself
as i retreated into these
self-made trenches, hands
over my head, drawing into
the dark depths of my mind.
your gentle touch is a tentative
attempt at truce, but my shoulder
blades curl away from you,
malicious though I declared this war.
locked in my chosen prison,
i can see you, i can reach through
the bars to touch you but i do
not have the keys to set myself free
from this damp death and decay.
i entreat you with wide eyes
even as my bones attack.
this battle rages on, inside
my skull and in this bed,
so it's up to you, soldier,
to save this prisoner of war.
SynergyYour breath is a tidal wave,Synergy in Free Verse More Like This
the rise and fall of our ribcages
rolling slowly, the bones expanding
and spreading, folding and retreating.
Your skin tastes like salt; sometimes,
I feel as old as the ocean.
Aphrodite was born from the sea,
gliding onto shore in a shell.
The delicate shell of your ear is a
roadmap to our affection, I run my
fingertips along the curl of skin
as your sigh ghosts across my face.
We are the perfect storm, a maelstrom
of heady passion and calm affection;
my heart swells like a water balloon
that we threaten to crush between us.
Your mouth traces wind patterns across
my body, drifting across the breakers of my bones.
We are the tugging insistence of the current,
the unstoppable force of the crashing water.
We have become entangled in each other,
a collision of two catastrophic entities
that will tear the shoreline to shreds.
We are building to an inevitable cataclysm.
some dayssometimes i crawl intosome days in Free Verse More Like This
this box labeled
without meaning to
i find myself in a tiny space,
folded over and over between
these four cardboard walls,
like the brain inside my skull,
my despair-riddled toes
rubbing against my
cramped and aching,
i am full of impotent rage
and restless boredom.
i want to smash things,
preferably this damned box.
Thermogenesisyou taste like ashes on my tongueThermogenesis in Free Verse More Like This
but i am all out of ways to save you.
you're burning up in front of me and
you want me to burn too, my skin
blisters and curls like paper, yet i still
try to reach you, i can save you,
i know i can. you're crumbling to dust
but you want the flames, and all i
want is an apology for all the scars
that will never go away. all your
"i'm sorry"s are soot in my throat and
i am done trying to save you, it's
time i tried to save myself.
sprinkle dirt over your grave,
all ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
but mostly it's just good riddance.
Eve Doesn't Live HereWe're way past forgiveness now,Eve Doesn't Live Here 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.
The Ease With Which I DrownI breathe blood and brineThe Ease With Which I Drown in Free Verse More Like This
in equal measure
as I struggle beneath the weight of
waves, curling like the edges of burning paper,
ships, rising and falling like breath,
the great girth of a blue whale,
his eyes locked on mine.
My lungs are filling with more than regret,
and it burns like fire,
like that look in your eye
and my limbs are so tired now,
battling beneath the insistent pull of the sea,
beckoning me down to its depths
where all is still and quiet.
The cry of gulls and the crash of water
and the beating of my own heart
press against my eardrums
and I just want it all to stop.
A split second and I am floating
beneath the surface, light receding fast,
that was easy
before the panic sets in.
Surgical ScarsI could get over youSurgical Scars in Free Verse More Like This
if I had to
it would be a long surgery,
involving many deep
incisions in order to extract
every bit of me that
contains a bit of you.
My green scrubs would
be an abstract painting
with blood, an emotional
portrayal of love lost.
Afterwards, my skin
would be a roadmap
of scars, looping and
edges almost kissing.
You would be gone,
but I would be hollow,
empty of everything
that made life worth
living, a monument to pain.
I could get over you
if I had to but I am
not sure there would
be enough of me left
to carry on.
187 Daysi.187 Days in Free Verse More Like This
Sunshine, hot on my back,
sweat dripped down my skin
like a secret as I watch you
on the edges of my vision,
a mystery as your eyes tug
at my heart and I want to
curl up and fall asleep on
the curve of your smile.
I look for you in all the
faces in the crowd, missing
you before I even know you.
A dark sky, stars watching
from behind their fingers as
the tension between us shatters,
your mouth on mine in the dark.
Your warmth presses against
my side as I calm myself into
the path of sleep, your kisses
still hot on my lips, the ghost
of your hands whispering
across my skin. You look at
me and I feel as though
I've finally woken up.
I cannot watch the taillights.
I am already cracking
down the center.
A heavy melancholy drapes me
like a shawl, only slightly buffered
by the sound of your voice,
crackly across the miles.
I am reluctant to let you go
even as the morning draws on,
and my body begs for sleep.
You gently say goodbye
as the clock blinks 3:00 AM
and I cry mysel
SempiternalTangled in the spacesSempiternal in Free Verse More Like This
Wrapped inside the
Seconds as your fingers
Trace maps across
My goose-bumped flesh.
Your eyelashes graze
My cheek, your breath
Drowns out the
Ticking of the clock.
Hours blend into
Weeks, minutes, years,
Forever, never at all.
Time stops when
We are interlaced
In the darkness.