On the White Man:

In a pessimistic modern world, where my heart begins to stray
In dreams of selfless entities and hopeless melodies
there exists a fruitless shadow of man leading all others on;
into a cataclysm of self-absorptions and efficient exploits
[which most chose to ignore by way of assimilation]
By him we construct the ladder of social stature
Envy his progress, eye his possessions and die for what is his
Inside you want to watch him bleed,
yet you document and praise his every move

Stationary Motions:

…and still time goes by
frozen in our steps we stand
distanced from the present
arriving to where we began.

…and still age takes its toll
isolated from the past, aging
arriving to the future
still never leaving our past.

…so still here we are
caught in the ceaseless rhyme
taking time to rethink the days
where we spent time reflecting what would be now
[let the right eye wander]

Random Blurbs

as privileged as a son, as wonton as a whore
your eyes reveal despair when
the trap door in the sun wont turn

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A woman cannot be depicted in literature, otherwise we lose interest. Rather, she must be experienced so that we may savour ever ounce of her entity. That is the legitimizing reason for man’s existence, our salvation depends on her being.

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If you were tomorrow & I was today
I’d burn up Time to make you go away

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entrance by silence, we weep with tears
stole of beauty, the sun’s death nears
and last we sigh for better days
though hope is lost when love is gained

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why do you tease? what do you hope to achieve?
I reach out to touch you, yet my fingers only glide through your vanity
Instruct me so that may become better, release me so that I may become clean again
Let’s make a mends, let’s be friends for the evening

[title pending]

Throughout this life, there is you and me
Everything else was built to deceive
Heaven was built for you and I, a seed of dreams realized
Not a place to go in death, rather the bliss we sense here
And so, we glide through life, unknowingly
In anticipation of our kingdom in the thereafter
These bodies contain the essence of what it means to be free
It’s these eyes that keep us from release
in the meantime we’ll share this eternal nowhere
a time, a place for you and I to share

Morality

I have a tiny issue to discuss on the difference between morality and justice. After starting into Spartacus I uncovered an aspect of Order, hegemony if you will, which I have failed to recognize thus far. Justice is not a matter of right or wrong, instead it deals with the maintenance of social order. The law makers don’t heed the voice of Morality; otherwise there would be less pollution, less waste, more empowerment towards the equality of all man. The charter of rights is not an equalizer of man; it is merely a declaration by democrats to attain as many votes from as many sources as possible. Morality rides on the coat tails of Justice, weighing down the cumbersome beast sufficiently enough as to keep it from flight. For if justice could soar, it would take off with the bourgeois high upon it. Morality is the light of righteousness, not making its decision based upon class, race, creed or gender. Morality shines within the soul of all, which empowers the force, yet with the corruption of man, it also stains it. In the time of Adam and Eve, morality only knew light. Shadows had yet to cast their fearsome shade upon the soul of man, and it was good. Then, with the dawn of original sin, morality took its present form, a liquid force from which we arise and also the path on which our future will ride forth. To leave on a note of discussion, justice is the decree of the strong over the weak, Hegemony; whereas morality is the soul’s cry for righteousness. The problem lies with the substance of the soul, whose ignorance cannot fully comprehend the depths from which right and wrong arise: Perhaps due to the fluctuation of the universe or rather a simple stain left at the fall of man.