My love only serves the noble hearted. Can you guess? Guess what that means. . . it means I love Canada. It means you MAGA fucking imbeciles can choke on it. Does this use of language offend you? Look carefully.
I am a poet through my own experience.
I have authored my own vestibule of thoughts to no further known entity other than my own eyes, that is trained and self taught in philosophy, [which also means something untranslatable to you.]
I am an actor which in my body - means I have examined things you could never imagine.
My kill switch is the passion I have in everything I say, do in real life, and express as a writer.
All it begins and ends with is to love or die trying not to.
Life has been good to me.
Too many people failed me, and I still breathe this same air of hope.
If the sound of what I write doesn't resonate in your head? Then twist that around. You'll find me there. I am talented enough to even change 1% of the world. For those of you not brave enough to care. Laugh all you want to. I can handle it.
But I won't rest knowing, I died, (one day) trying to be something that is relevant to you. Think about what your life means and if it comes back. Does anything you do in life - stand up to the test of your will.
All you should be guilty of in life is to be inspired to make a difference.
I think about it this way - like I've travelled up a mountain to reach a kindergarten level.
And do I think that I am smarter than all of you reading this?
That question as I've revealed it - takes genius. Once you've travelled that far.
God decides. Always. That's all I know. That's all I'll ever know.
My point is: I won't rest to wait for that type of judgment.
That's why I do what I have done - as a pertinent end. I live to make the movement (inside me) feel like something extraordinary is about to happen. I wonder how many, can.
This helps me explain a lot about myself over this medium, that the course of reason together with action all makes sense. It is a fictional narrative that I walk in life, in search of respect, respect which is human and that makes me record its passage of time.
I don't feel I know the word to describe me on a personal level -is. But whatever that word means - it means I can't die thinking it'd be in vain. And that's the truth. Maybe that's all I know how to perform now. That search for meaning behind the truth. And all that the shadow of truth casts is actually a shady representation of me. A light. . . grieving my loss mysterious I can't handle anymore than god intended.
What is god. = (Not a question of god.) Has anyone ever bothered asking themselves that? Not 'if' there's a god. But what 'is'. And what if that question exists where passion is a fire that consumes us all over a cloud of smoke like we're made to be extinct. Just smoke.
- end.
- Marco
August 7th 2025
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