We seek a life free of suffering.
Yet to ask for joy without pain is to ask for an ocean with no water
A coin with one side, or a tree with no roots
Aye, dark, sinewy roots make strong the tallest of trees,
But we ask for strength yet with nothing to strengthen us?
Bliss is not found in endless comfort,
But rather in discomfort born willingly
So then, determined, stride through the swamps,
And never give the darkness permission to defeat you
Lest you sink in the muck, amongst the many poor souls that lie there forevermore...
Mar 13, 2022
Mar 13, 2022 at 5:26 PM UTC
Tonight I cried, spilling my tears
And a stray one fell onto your dress
That new dress I bought for you;
You had just washed it.
And I said sorry.
And I’m sorry for saying sorry.
On Sunday I was sick.
I was worried you did not love me.
So I threw up in your toilet
And made such a mess.
So I said I was sorry.
But I’m sorry I said sorry.
On Friday you left me.
And as you passed me
I almost said it again,
But I caught myself.
Cause that’s why you left.
So I’m sorry for saying sorry.
Mar 13, 2022
Mar 13, 2022 at 5:23 PM UTC
Everyone has an opinion, my son.
And their words will push and shove you
To the left and to the right,
Towards earth and towards heaven.
Should others be your root which holds you to reality,
You will have an anchor which sways with the tides,
A bridge timbered upon clouds,
And a house founded upon shifting sands.
Thus to pursue what is True and Good,
You must trust your own eyes.
For though they will lie from time to time
Another’s eyes cannot fit within your sockets
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 12:48 PM UTC
So full are their mouths with words,
That they drip with noxious honey and sweet bile.
Their brains and ears are clogged with ideas.
As they spew forth their own knowledge,
The din of their endless monologues is so great that they hear nought but themselves
And thus themselves they shall always be.
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 9:24 PM UTC
If you would but love me
All I am is yours
My heart
My soul
My individuality
My happiness
My meaning
All would be slaves to your thoughtless whims
If you would but love me
If you would but touch me
There is nothing I would not do
I would hold you
I would kiss you
I would lie to you
I would lie even to myself
I would cut my body in pieces
No suffering, no immorality would be too great for me
If you would but touch me
If you would but ask me
All I have would belong to you
My house
My treasures
My money
My time
My body
I could not pry them from your iron grasp
If you would but ask me
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 2:00 PM UTC
There is no greater gold in this world than another person’s trust.
Yet mine was given freely to anyone who would but ask.
A thousand thrusts of a knife was my eagerly awaited award.
Yet I returned time and again to the beast that would bite me;
For there is nothing in this world that will horrify you more
Than fear; to be afraid of being alone.
I sold my heart on the darkened streets of life
That someone might see it, and through seeing give me value
And through value give me meaning; oh, temporary fleeting meaning.
For value cannot be given; it can only be held.
But all a man values he will give
For one thing in return; acceptance.
As I sat on the street corner, clutching the heart which no-one would notice
I cried aloud, louder, and louder.
But the louder I cried, the quieter I became.
For I was a din, a racket, the roaring of an engine that passes without notice.
For the louder one weeps, the more their tears become one
With the rain on the streets, which flows into the careless gutter.
And, most bitter irony, little did I know
That there was one who would have accepted me for all I was
Without biting, without payment, my cries would be heard.
Meaning and value would overflow like milk and honey
Little did I know, it was me all along.
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 5:40 PM UTC
The son came to his father
and with tears in his eyes
he said “my soul is ruined,
and my heart has faced demise.”
The father said “my son, there is
a light you must pursue,
A wisp deep in the forest,
that dwells amongst the dew.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.”
The lad went on his mission,
yet even at the start
the thorns of sloth beset him and
they tore his legs apart.
But still, his body bleeding and
his feet being weighed with lead,
he pushed on, persevering,
these words held in his head:
“Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.”
And so he journeyed onward,
yet in his path there lay
the fiery beast of fearing that
did wrathfully buck and bray
it roared and charged our hero,
its horns did pierce his chest.
Yet through the pain he struck the beast
these words clove through it’s breast:
“Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.”
So still the lad went onward,
yet who should he now find
but the wagging tongue of mocking
to place doubt in his mind.
Yet though all nerve and sinew
in his arms did melt away
his mind was ever focused
for these words did he say:
“Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.”
All hope he had forgotten,
yet lo and yet behold
the shining Truth and Goodness
of which he had been told.
He forced his arms to outstretch and
his legs the pain withstand.
He grabbed the Truth and Goodness as
he whispered to his hand:
“Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.”
And there he stood, a-trembling,
his strength was all but gone.
His life was quickly fading
but yet - the deed was done!
The Truth and Goodness’ light shone as
its power filled his soul.
And as his strength redoubled
it spake these words in full:
“Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.”
The wagging tongue was nothing
as its words fell on deaf ears.
The beast of fearing feared, for
our hero knew no fears.
The thorns of sloth were burning as
the flame of truth shone bright
and though the night brought darkness,
these words shone as his light:
“Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.”
The lad said “Oh my father,
my heart now knows no tears.
I’ve shuffled off my doubting
and I’ve left behind my fears.
No sloth can ever slow me,
my eyes see through the night,
for Truth and Goodness guide me as
my everlasting light.”
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
relentlessly my son.
Pursue the Truth and Goodness
and before your journey’s done
you’ll have your heart’s true longing,
unending peace of mind.
The soothing of the soul that which
all men in time must find.
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 2:03 PM UTC
Slowly I walk as happenings drift by
Every step a million moments, every moment a million miles
No goal hurried me, no plan directed me
Then a next step - I shot into a sprint
Every step a hundred happenings, every moment a hundred hours
I hurled myself forward, my heart in a mad dash
But the ground sped ahead of me
I would have tripped and fallen but for my reckless abandon that kept me just apace
But not for much longer
The goal faded off, the distance swallowing it
The world went ahead without waiting for me
Yet still I speed onward. Maybe, one day
I will catch up to the world
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 8:41 PM UTC
As the people stood at the precipice of madness,
as the tendrils of justice overpowered the land with ungodly strength,
so sat the man, held on high by a thousand hands.
On his left stood equality,
on his right stood freedom,
at his head lay a physics textbook,
at his feet lay a wooden cross,
in his right hand an AR-15,
in his left hand a bicycle lock.
As the cities blazed with the inferno of collective fury,
the people were rejoicing and wailing from within it,
their flesh a burnt offering to the man on high.
And he said:
“The blood of the world's enemies
shall bring it new life and succor.
The bones of those who sinned against history
will be timbered into a palace where only the good shall live.
The words of the liars will be twisted into truths
and become our new Bible, our revolutionary scripture.
So shall it be, for we are now True, Good, and Beautiful.”
And everyone,
the thousand hands which held aloft the god,
the million corpses, the sacrifices he demanded,
shocked by his words, they cried “who are you?”
And he said:
“I am of you, and of your enemies too,
for when words are gone,
and justice executes love and truth,
I am all that remains.”
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 3:42 PM UTC
The son cast his gaze upwards, eyes full of arrogant hope,
dreaming, fantasizing,
about the benevolence of his rule.
He forgets that his father’s fist and his mother’s biting tongue
are heirlooms, passed from generation to generation,
for the sins of his forebears gush through his arteries.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 3:38 PM UTC