I feel the world ache.
Not only mine, all of it.
The breath of the homeless dog,
the dying tree,
the human who forgot how to be kind.
Even nature kills with cruel intent.
Life devours life,
and we are told to call it beautiful.
I see it,
this endless swing of the pendulum,
where every rise already contains its fall,
where every birth hums softly
with the promise of loss.
It’s too much to hold,
yet I hold it still,
the sorrow of the earth,
the quiet grief of God
watching his own creation fade.
And still, somehow,
I love it.
To love something so dearly,
knowing it must fall,
that is the sacred wound,
the proof we are alive,
the price of being human.
So let me stand here,
eyes open,
heart unarmoured,
and let the world pass through me
like rain through open hands.
For even sorrow,
in its deepest silence,
is holy.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 4:05 AM UTC
I was... I am a loving father.
And today, like every day, I miss my daughter terribly.
Dreams haunt me. They tear through sleep and follow me into waking, flooding every thought, every heartbeat, from the moment my eyes open.
Sometimes I feel I can’t go on.
Sometimes I can’t bear the sound of my own mind, screaming the same injustices again and again, to no avail.
Take a man’s daughter, and you may as well finish him with a bullet.
Because the head left behind will do the rest.
It will torment him, grind him down, and break him into a shadow of who he once was.
“Stand strong. Carry on.”
That’s all that’s left.
That’s all I’ve done.
On the outside I am strong and unwavering, but inside there is nothing left.
No reason. No peace.
Only the instinct to survive what no father should ever have to endure.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
Let’s talk about life and let’s be frank
All global strife starts and ends at the bank
With fake inflation and monetized debt
It Cripples our nations, controls us through threat
Now let me be formal and you might think me mental
But free markets are normal it’s really the Central
Creation of cash at a click of a button
Valued at trash, your debt they take cut-in
War for resources innocence left in lurch
While weaving clauses to suppress free energy research
The influence is deep, insidious at best
Our lives they will reap seen as figures to invest
It’s a perfect legal sin That we do not deserve
Its the evil of Central Banking and Fractional Reserve
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
You love to lose,
You live to die,
A life of blues,
I speak no lie.
Stand like stone,
To rise again,
Patience grown,
A heart to mend.
You must stand tall,
To clearly see,
To never fall,
Nor bend the knee.
Time moves on,
And so will you.
The sadness gone,
Your life anew.
By J.N
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
Haunting whispers call to me while I lay upon my bed
Thoughts of guilt I long to free, to cast from out my head
In the deepest darkness of lonely night I see a flicker turn to flashes
Ghostly memories before my sight played out from our pasts ashes
By J.N
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
I feel the pain and I push it away
I’ll Fill my mind with other stuff today
Yet you creep back in it’s hard to shake
Wondering what you think and feel is hard to take
I don’t know a thing, I’m in the dark
My Parental pain tears at my heart
The only thing that was sweet and pure
Lost to me through class A allure
I’m sorry baby, you will never know
How I roll in pain and agony so
But not for me, but for precious you
A daddy should be a proud and stable statue
I let you down and destroyed my soul
I don't know who i am now, or where to go
I’ve lost my baby, my heart and my pride
The grass is never greener on the other side
I will carry on fighting and I will never stop
I will get you back I will come out on top...
Yeah right, my fate is sealed
No more cuddles, no more love I finally yield.
Take her and take her fast
And while you’re there point that gun and blast
Oh that would be so simple, such an easy way out
Just stupid thoughts from a useless lout
I’m in a bad place, a deep depression, in a fudge
Hours and days and thousands of pounds in front of a judge
To no avail, I sit back broken and bent
dead inside from the years fighting I've spent
She was my anchor, my hopes and my pride
She was also my deepest fears on an opposite tide
Now those fears have finally come true
9 months 13 days and 2 hours since I last saw you.
By J.N
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC