Centering the Universe

Pray the rosary in your lingerie.
Tell me what you want.

Does her voice feel like spring.
Can you imagine the taste of candy floss,
In this gamble of thoughts and words
Which may soon expire.
That chemical agent in the brain,
Helping boost your immunity.
With an electric impulse of images,
Can you face yourself living a lie.
Impervious to truth in a dream world.
And by some unknown divine intervention,
Come gods beautiful design.
Always the last to know.
Black magic of the sublime fool
Acquiescence
And the power of surprise.

A grave resistance

Love stains the heart
Somewhat of a Renaissance
If history is a disease,
You must improvise the repellent.
I am just an impartial observer,
Of unbareable consequence.
Unspeakable betrayal,
And immeasurable action.

Socrates Strangeness

Socrates strangeness

Socrates

Socrates

Aristotle's Ethical Thought

Aristotle

Life's Grey Matter is Exhilarating

What if I were obsessed with god.
So what is the soul made of
If not gods ability to find himself.

God is in me.
Whether to obey him or not.
He finds his self in me.
And likes it.

What is the ingredient of a spark.
Where the compass has gone haywire.

Everything is in flow.

Live your life like that of an actor
Who plays fair
But never listens.

I am that first beam of sunlight
Which you swear feels like
You've been touched unlike any other living thing before.

The God quotient

What would perturb you more as an individual. Guilty of not serving gods will or guilty of not acting in gods image. Both are distinct. One serves the purpose of what you think should be. The other, your mind measures in how to behave permissively.

I have a problem worth the solution. It is a simple formula regarding religion and the misunderstanding between forces be it gods will or not. Jihad is not what people convince themselves is. What Jihad conceives is the unbeliever. Therefore, it is incumbent of the unbeliever...

that Jihad is present. The common misperception is that Jihad consists of war against unbelievers when in theory it is the unbelievers that serve as justification for Jihadist mentality. Jihad is not war against unbelievers. It is unbelievers that declare war when they should...

believe in gods will. As twisted as that sounds or may come across it is a solution to the dogma associated with Islamophobia. Unbelievers create war and believers are caught in the causal element. The adjudication of war infers a fear of gods empowerment on two sides.

Therefore a misunderstanding between religious dichotomy.

The absurdity of sacrifice

In the throat.
In the throat is where you will find yourself.
You see I find the world in my throat.
The world is in my throat.

What if what you fail to think of as risk,
Was predictable.

And what risk so you feel,
Actually never really happens.

What you see as risk.
Is not risky - at all.

You get caught dead looking the other
Way.

The same perspective is one in a million.

As brighter as the sun's days to the end of its ageless wonder.
Each day designed to be in your throat.
Every risk in each day.
Send me to the shade.

Twitter 2019 January

The sorry act of pleasure

I have reasons for the person I have become today. I have changed radically so. Through all this I have grown immune to the false interpretations out there around me. I am brilliant, sexy, charming. I don't need the validation or chauvinistic discourse to people.

My life has been altered. As result my friends that use to know me, never knew the real me. I use to harness that model and hate myself for the wrong reasons. Now I realize how much I I've changed means I'm better aware of myself. Without regard for status being upheld.

I use to believe that change meant friends really never made the effort required. Now I realize it's my bad. I risked making changes even if friends decided not to recognize it. I am different now. The changes I have made no longer express who I once was.


It's made me clairvoyant. Sophisticated even. I don't own a thing in life. You do not need those things. I act as charitable. To a fault. Now the challenge is uncertain to me. I have no idea that this self discovery would enable me as it has. Now I feel a sense of added renewal.

If this side of me is not recognized I no longer deserve discredit. Unless my aims are met.

December 2018

Spying psychosis

Why forgiveness does not apply

I am the last true romantic.
All the other roles have been taken.
I sense a pattern.
One clearly debunking my most deviant of thoughts.
And seeing from such far fetched standards....
As in all my fantasies
Setting the distance between us.
Respect is not something given;
It is earned.
Respect is not something you get...,
It is what you gain in return.

As I wait for the train to pass.

Error in Tragedy

Error in Tragedy

If I am unfit to be anything I thought I could be, makes me feel guilt.
Because the talent I possess has no real value.
And also because whatever little talent I have,
actually never had any gravity to it.
This saddens me greatly.
To think selfishly....
Wondering how no one could possibly validate me.
I look back for answers,
I see the same shadows in my past.
I came last in the eyes of a greater Nemesis.
Imagine my grief thinking if how I did things differently may have been purged upon.
What would be the outcome.
Had I ignored reality.
Today, my reality is fighting sickness.
I either accept it or refuse to.
Reality has never been a friend of mine.
So, I decided to be my favorite person in the world.
I see how the world is artificially processed.
How I became this observant in it is the mystery.
This boring pastime has seen many days pass, whereas much of me has grown.
That is the key to my life.
How many times have I noticed my evil twin.
Will I make it out here, alive.
I don't know how.
I don't know about reality.
I only know these words.
Words that capture some medium that's "out there".
My picture is the story.
Look - see,  what you might find.
I hate reality!
So I fight with ambition.
To uncover my blindness.
For such horrific vanity.
From such agony and betrayal.

Empedocles

Epictetus

Epictetus

In suspense of judgment

I don't pretend to understand.
Nor do I pretend to know things.
My standard of living is really quite low....
I can hardly contain it.
My fantasies are an art,
Made up of a divine acquiescence.
Where I have no doubt about my personal
Existence.
This my heightened state of wisdom.
No distortions.
Without prejudice.

The true modern day romantic

Look the part.
Be the part.
Live the part.

No false alarm