I’ve written a litany of posts on my upbringing, my isolation, and so on and so forth. This blog is a cathartic experience, allowing me to engage demons and gods alike on equal footing. And this grants me a solace that I can never overstate. For this post, I’d like to tell a tale of … Continue reading For Myself to Grow
Quick Thought about Loss
I wanted to write about loss and my experience with it. You know, in cinema and novels alike we see heartwarming/wrenching moments towards the end of a loved one. You get scenes where everyone’s there, everyone and anyone who cares. The palliative patient heaves and wheezes but a gentle stroke of their hair. A smile … Continue reading Quick Thought about Loss
Damnation
His hand greases the flesh And it reaches Into a pestilence’s mouth Out! Out the ridged heart goes Leaving a cherry face Bustling, bursting veins In its acrid throat Curses paradox and faith alike Agonizes the soul With eyes brimming In damnation’s deterministic deistic diatribe Directed omni-positional rage The heavens made man Accrued inhuman bountiful … Continue reading Damnation
Outside View
There exist visions improbable Far-fetched as it is incredible That no one else can see Visitors only Where flowers bloom in Winter Sky turns to fluff And we’ve read dots On sheets of blank paper Connecting stripes made of Cement and chalk Pyramids and the Eiffel and Colors beyond the grand scale The horizon isn’t … Continue reading Outside View
Witnessing Qualia
For me, often is the case that faith is synonymous with ethics. Or rather, the two in tandem, wherein which one cannot exist without the other. Thus, I begin to question the urns left behind by the postmodern era. As our spirit crumbles under the weight of the world, ‘God’s trials and tribulations’ no longer … Continue reading Witnessing Qualia
Cynical Jargon
Often nowadays, I find myself questioning my lack of direction in life. In this current of era of immediacy and hedonism, it’s quite easy to lose oneself in the mundanities of daily living. The threshold for good falls ever lower in its midst, and we continue without hesitation. Most likely because ‘good’ no longer matters. … Continue reading Cynical Jargon
Partition
He lies, decrepit, Hunched over table and spine alike. Fingers sprawled onto black squares, With a screen that reflects a world That cannot be touched. He burdens his stomach once more. Squirming knots entangled, The thin man asks To search deeper, Further into the chasm. A dive towards the boundless Where he can be swallowed … Continue reading Partition
Contemplating Complacency
In times wherein which the hardships and tribulations of entropy occur, we cannot help but momentarily falter in its sight. There is such a thing as a loss so heavy that it crushes all those beneath it. Whether it be friendship or love or life, there is no real emotional preparation. The bolt strikes, and … Continue reading Contemplating Complacency
Forward, Ho!
In life, there are times in which faith is tested. ‘Trials and tribulations of man’, the oft phrase applied to the inevitable inertia existing perpetuates. Then we pour on the platitudes in continuance of conventional optimism, or rather, obligatory optimism. Or hokum. So on and so forth, the wheels spin forevermore. I failed the physical … Continue reading Forward, Ho!
Love in Perpetuity
To soften the blow To prepare for an ending We wander about Exploring fate Small, fragile hands Touch the moon above And the gravel below Holding onto air They gasp with fists Punching and swinging and struggling Until the other hand is held The light is pulled ever closer Every second, every minute It glows … Continue reading Love in Perpetuity
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