Homosexuality's a DiseaseCan't come in today; still gay.Homosexuality's a Disease in Emotional More Like This
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."
The Former And The LatterI want to have a child, who asks me what war was.The Former And The Latter 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."
The Inked BladeJust as painters live for their artwork, poets live for theirs. But for a writer it is more so. For a writer, the writing will take on not only a life of their own, but a personality, a whole separate soul. A writer can converse with their pieces, argue with them... Feel jealous of them. Sometimes you might tell him his words are beautiful, and you'll see a shadow briefly cross his face before he responds with a 'thank you' and a smile, stretched too tight. Eventually, he'll become angry at his work. He'll stop writing; he'll tear up old notebooks in the hopes he can forget the words seemingly printed across the inside of his skull. He'll snap all his pens and pencils, so they can never damage someone's life as they have damaged his. He'll drink so the letters dance blurrily before his eyes, phrases drop off and lay forever incomplete in the dirt - so he never has to be the one to write them down.The Inked Blade in Emotional More Like This
All this, just because he knows he can never be as beautiful as the words he w
The Apathetic YouthHe's mad that this is as good as it gets. The big house, the good school, the nice neighbourhood. It's difficult for kids these days, in a way. The country's very prosperity had become a burden, a dead end. Everything works, doesn't it? At least if you're white and middleclass. So it must often seem to young people that they're not needed. So, in a sense, it's as if there's nothing more to do.The Apathetic Youth in Philosophical More Like This
Except tear it apart.
Becoming InhumanI want to scream in colours.Becoming Inhuman in Free Verse More Like This
My words would be painted in blood;
your blood to be exact.
Every vulgar, unfaithful ounce of it,
But you'd bleed for anyone.
You'd die for anyone
You knew this was sacred.
Bodies maimed and desecrated
But when I cut into the skin,
It was no suprise to find
Wires had replaced your veins.
We Are Prostitutes And JunkiesThe ribbon binding our cervical ribs togetherWe Are Prostitutes And Junkies in Free Verse More Like This
is resolved fire and
quantum mechanics wrapped in beat-one-egg-until-fluffy.
Cut your teeth on my frightened way of life,
point fingers at the spiders in my closet,
I told you
together we could divide the universe by zero
and find the answer in the rubble.
But I was too delirious
to write down the name on my night-stand,
so I might have been wrong.
Forewarning was rolled off my shoulders
and picked up by the orphans
who wanted to have a life,
and yesterday I found
why I must listen.
are no more entrancing than my sighs, you said.
The sway of her fiending lusts
held no ground, you said.
But I told you poets never find
Strangers tell me I should eat more,
the world is not nearly as revolting as I write it;
I told you the sun would swallow us up one day
and you asked
what became of my opium laced assumptions.
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.
Statement of FaultLife grants very few second chances, and even less opportunities to make a mends.Statement of Fault in Philosophical More Like This
dissertation black and whiteDissertation on the Concept of Black and Whitedissertation black and white in Philosophical More Like This
The truth argued and stipulated by some is based on the sole principle of reality. The reality it is argued is the finial decision, or the judge that holds the truth to the foundation of society. This judge plays the most important role, for he dictates in every situation who is right and who is wrong. But could there be any challenges, to his reign. Assume that based on this dialogue that society, as a whole could not function, as it cannot, without the bases of truth. Now challenge the function of reality by picking two opposing parties, each completely the same in every way but one. Present them then with a situation that they both consentingly and forcibly yet also passionately disagree on the solution. What you have then created is a small stone; this will lay the groundwork for the opposing parties. The inspiration for the situation is as uniform as every major and universal controversy. "Define what cannot be defined, the
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.
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
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
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
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?
The Workings Prt. 2The PassageThe Workings Prt. 2 in Philosophical More Like This
So where do we go?
From Natural darkness, we search for light.
We hold this tightly and became attached to it.
Then you realize, the darkness awakens the light.
Darkness is the template of everything.
When you hold this light, you see that darkness still exists.
You are the void. You have Choice.
There is a balancing flux.
From darkness to light to return to the Neutral (Void)
Such authority and power in the Neutral,
you accept both extreme and understand their uses.
You are on the top look down in full 360 degrees.
There is an order and a stream of balance;
Flow with it.
ImaginationWhen you create an image in your mind,Imagination in Philosophical More Like This
That image is a thought.
That thought is illusory.
That thought creates desire and fear.
The image one attaches oneself to is an imagination.
Your self-image/ego/"me" is an imagination.
The imagination is dream. That dream creates time.
There is a conflict that arises between the imagination and the actuality.
It is very pleasing and comforting to attach to an imagination.
A dream world of sorts.. but that security is false, is it not?
How can the imagination be true and real?
Are imaginations real?
If they aren't, we must really be insane and stupid individuals accepting them as realities.
Love IsLove Is 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.
To Dance With AngelsTo Dance With Angels 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 Other Lovely CarriageThere is a carriage,The Other Lovely Carriage 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.
Dirty LaundryLoading up the washing machine, and my mind is sprawling around in several destinations far from this cramped room. I spritz my clothes- no, actually I drench them with that spray- the kind that's supposed to work miracles on any stain before the affect fabric even goes in the washer. This was my favorite shirt. My favorite shirt. I'm just not thinking today, am I?Dirty Laundry in Short Stories More Like This
The cotton feels good on my fingers, even though I'm stuffing it roughly into the machine. And all the towels...I didn't learn it until I'd moved out, but Mom was right: washing towels and clothes in the same load led to an outright ungodly amount of lint stuck in everything. I pause. Do I really want to do two separate loads?
Yeah, why not? Water begins to fill up, and I'm dousing it with that lovely detergent that smells so good and pure.
I sit down opposite the machine and just stare at it for a while. It rumbles pleasantly, numbly, and my mind drifts. What a nice sound, surely one could just meditate with i
Little Green MonsterThere was a little girlLittle Green Monster in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a very little heart
And a fragile little body
Always falling apart
In the very little heart
Deep inside this little child
There was a creature growing
A villain oft reviled
This creature features heavily
In many a sorrowful verse
It ruins the very best of men
Imagine what it does for the worse
And it grew inside this little girl
Creeping slowly through
And once she realized what it'd done
There was nothing she could do
Her little heart no longer pumped
With blood of a rosy red
Green film coagulated in her veins
And poisoned her young, pretty head
And the little green monster
Finally took blackened root
A venomous flowering tree
A seed of pains acute
Deep inside this little girl heart
Was planted the seed of envy
From there it soared to great heights
A weed turned deadly frenzy
The blessed priest could not save her
And the shrewdest gardener could not uproot
The thorny growth which consumed her
And from which bloomed withered fruit
From her jealousy there ca
Tin ManYou're slick in my veins, andTin Man in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Slick on my skin
And boy, you move so smooth
For a man made out of tin
The curving of your lips
When they travel down my spine
The warm acceptance of your arms
And how our fingers intertwine
Yes, you're so slick
And so eager to please
And I'm so young
And so easy to tease
It's not hard to make me shiver
Tracing my skin beneath your thumb
Your real art is wrecking me for others;
Their soft caresses leave me numb
Oh yes, my slick tin man,
You got me where it hurt
Make me wonder endlessly
While I'm lying in the dirt
Wonder what it is in you
That keeps you seeming sweet
Wonder how, if you're so heartless,
Your chest still has a beat
The gentle words I slipped into
Were lines from a mouth that plays
And the beat I once thought I heard
Was the trick of a body that preys
So, tell me, tin man
How it feels to take a heart
Hold it beating in your hand
Make it stop and help it start
Is it familiar to you yet,
What a pleasure heartbreak is?
Or is the only thing you re
NatureI am your Best Friend and Greatest Enemy.Nature 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.
Does Conformity show weakness?For those who read this and don't know what Conformism is, it's basically the act of someone tailoring their likes, preferences etc. to those that other may suit in a majority situation e.g. friends, family.Does Conformity show weakness? in Philosophical More Like This
I personally believe that it does, because, Being as I'm a strong adherent in Individualism and Freedom Of Thought, It does sadden me that others victimise those who refuse to conform (such as myself), For those who personally know me, they kind of identify me as a Non-Conformist, and I don't mind the classification.
Though for those who are like me and basically like very little of what others like will agree with me when I say that even though having your own mind without being influenced by others is very good, they would agree that it kind of does make them a social outcast as you like what other people have never heard of or don't like, for example, people who know me constantly rip on me for not liking the same music, games etc.
So back to the main point does Conformity Show
for those of us ...For Those of Us Who Die Every Dayfor those of us ... in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
let loose with that dark shit they don't want to hear
shout it from down in your grave
make 'em scared
'cause we live in the horror they can't even think about
spittin' out these lines just to dig ourselves deeper
we are the children of self-hatred
under condition of conviction that no one really cares
living day to day in various shades of grey
in a hell we don't want to leave
but feel like we can't stay
when all you know is pain
drowning alone in your dark ocean
the rain won't go away
until it's all over
cut ourselves 'cause we think we deserve it
'cause that's all we can think to do
feelin' so worthless
feelin' so abused
nothing to gain
and nothing left to lose
meanwhile people say that this ain't legit
but i'd bet my life they couldn't deal with this shit
no one's really listening
so we just pray that this life ends
stifle our cries
sit here and bleed out in silence
this is our life
i suck with words.You know when you're looking through some jelly beansi suck with words. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and you find a watermelon one?
That's how you make me feel.
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
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 god 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.