Freedom through proclivity. Self-deserved justice through self-acquired progess.
A self-spiraling abundance of connections to, via and between vital elation, development and integration.
A conquest throughout, a victory that which for itself exists to be.

Social - Integral - Communal - Public – Mutual:
As the original, so too the other,
As the other, so too the original.
Within its self-proclaimed evidence;

The brilliance thereof
And within brilliance,
As brilliance,
Through brilliance,
For brilliance,

Occurs just brilliance.

The engulfing darkness,
The plague of agony, terror, odium
A festering scar of angst, anguish, fury
A scathing blade of menace, threat, misery

The mocking face of self-oppression

The plunging hope,
The inducement of wails, cries, suffering
An enforcement of fear, cruelty, reticence
A silence of elation, liberty, thought

The mocking face of self-suppression

The dwindling faith,
The death of emotion, purity, love
A birth of qualm, hatred, abuse
A cry of rejection, refusal, aversion

The mocking face of self-treatment

Uns,
geht alles gut.

Deine Augen, die hübschesten.
Dein Gesicht, das schönste.
Dein Lächeln, das hellste.
Dein Lachen, der glücklichste.
Dein Geruch, der beruhigende.

(Alles geht mir gut)

Dein Umarmung
Trost.
Deine Stimme
Ruhe.
Dein Kuss
Freiheit.

(Alles geht mir gut)

Meine Anerkennung deiner Liebe
Deine Anerkennung meiner Liebe

(Alles geht uns gut)

Aber dann gab es die Zeit,
Veränderung.
Unsicherheit.
Beklommenheit.

(Alles geht mir fremd)

Mein Misverständnis deiner Liebe
Mein Misverständnis deiner Anerkennung

Aber ich verstehe.
Verstehe ich gut.

Die Anerkennung ist nicht so.
Die Anerkennung gab es nicht mehr.
Die Anerkennung wird der Verlust

Der Verlust des Trostes
Der Verlust der Ruhe
Der Verlust der Freiheit

Der Verlust der Liebe.

Libertad
und Freiheit
mais liberté
avec des conditions
mit Schmerzgedachte
con dolor del corazón

Das Gehirn
versteht nichts
mais le cœur, el corazón
se duele, me duele,
nous afflige
wie diese Krankheit
de la peur, de l’amour
de la vida

Finalement, la tristesse sort
und ist jetzt etwas anderes
Keine Gesundheit
pero
no es enfermedad,
no es felicidad ;
C’est ‘rien de tout’
« I’m fine, honestly »

Keine Wahrheit.
Keine Wirklichkeit.
Alles falsch,
alles klar

Je ne suis pas sûr
La tristesse
La felicidad
Die Krankheit
La vida
L’amour
Das Leben
Die Liebe

Je veux les tuer
Keine Funktion
Pas de tristesse
Pas de vie
Keine Liebe

Rien
de Rien
Nada
de nada
Nichts
von Nichts

Unglaublich.
Incroyable.
Increíble.

En pocas palabras,
tout simplement,
einfach ausgedrückt

Die Geburt und
el nacimiento y
la naissance

Est la mort
y la muerte
und der Tod

Fácil
Facile
Leicht

Completion of the trial marks the end,
for better? For worse?

An onslaught of a pleasurable suffering begins -
An all-consuming disease which attacks the body
and festers and manifests within the very soul like the Plague,
tearing it apart, piece by piece, mercilessy, and willingly so.

There is none worse an ailment or life-crippling disease
that has so thrived off the human heart.
Its only enemy is Time, which, itself,
an ally of the soul, mind and state of being is not.

Tribulation after tribulation is hurled against the soul,
Destroying the walls of defence before they are even constructed
while Life sniggers mockingly,
preparing for the next blow,
enjoying its cruel, torturous game.

Flickers of hope are ignited only to be smothered
and suffocated by giant waves of abusive torment,
and Fate, the Natural Terrorist,

simply smiles
and it all begins
again.

Pierced my heart it has well done
During Her Process which has begun
This feeling of love, which we're meant to cherish
Has been chased away, only to perish

Under Her Power it has been
But brought great gloom upon the scene
Although viewed as unjust and viewed as unfair
One knows it happens, only to care

For to save the world, it must be;
The Natural Selection of you and of me
For Nature tries what we can never:
To save the world, forever and ever

Around us all She lays Her Girth
To control us humans, animals and Earth
And through pain in suffering from season to season
It must be remembered: It's all for a reason

Natural Selection; it must be
To save us all, you them and me

Es et rekuyered? Aar dhei rekuyered? But of kaurs, ies!

Uot es e mounten?
Uaer es dhe rever?
Hou aar birds? Thruu uot aar birds?

Uay es ryteng? Uay es dhe sky?
Hou duu ui lev? Uén duu ui dy?

By uot and by huum, spens dhe irth?
Faur uot pirpes, funkten aur kaus?
By us? Faur us? Thruu us? Uethout us?

En dhe seim lyt, en e deferent séns:
Uirds?

Kould bi faur us?
Uould bi by us?
Should bi uithout us?

Béter iet:

**uot aar uirds?

A silence. A torture. A silenced, tortured silence.
A conflict of person. A Personal conflict.
A damaged vision. A faltered journey.
A failed hope. A crushed desire.
A banished yearning. A rejected quest.
A stumbling voyage into unknown depth.

Ravaged faith. Murdered courage. Slaughtered dreams.
Fanatical destruction of peace. Violent obliteration of the hopeful.
Of that which hopes.
Of that which is hoped.
Of that for which is hoped.
All that is hoped is all that is lost.

A piercing cry of terrified misery
seams of elation, torn apart, stitch by stitch.
All that is done: undone
All that is saved: ******
All that is freed: jailed

A life but not in full.
A bird without song
A river without water
A tree without leaves
A speech with no words
An audience with no hands
An exile of the necessary. An exile of calm.

Fear

A world exists amidst chaotic order.
Planned, yet never anticipated
Broken, yet created
Destroyed, yet revolutionized
Killed, yet born.

The greatest ally, the greatest foe
The freedom, imprisoned
The humane, brutal
The normal, irregular.

Life is, but isn’t
Morals are, but aren’t
Ethics do, but don’t

It will end

But it has ended

An event. An addition
Simple, complex.

Novel. Delight.
Amusement, fear.

Through time enough, enough through time
From age to age, from soul to soul.
From the depths, from the heights, amounting

A dream of fears, a nightmare of desires
A contrast in hope, a contrast in faith
A distant light burns brightest, mutually.

Though joy, the greatest
Offers more than most

However demands a certain yearning.
Of legendary fabled origin
Pending finality.
                   from reality.
                     through infinity.

Bounding from thought to conclusion
Procuring and devouring;
Knowledge of beauty and the beauty of knowledge
Ever-lasting, yet finite, understanding.

Aclaimed to conquer all
To vanquish all
To destory all
To end all

Yet survives
Notwithstanding

Another day, another night
Pass swiftly by and far from sight.
A subject new,
With troubles few
I hope it pleases you.

A lesser start, but from the heart
This is addressed to you.
A beaming face, a warm embrace;
A blissful journey yet,
A perfect place, when face to face
Thanks to the fact we’ve met.

Each day I see, I’m forced to be
of complete content at least.
Each night we spend, I wish no end
The close; an utter beast.

A sigh of glee, I come to be
A thing not known to me
A feeling intense, of great suspense;
A sense of being free.

What do you do, to make it so?
What you do, one cannot know.
All in all, this poem should end
Though please just know that from your “friend”
More exists than one could say
More exists, more than you know
And this you’ll see one day

But I think for now, you will see
This silly poem to you from me
Will simply end on “one, two, three”
And that’s the way that it shall be

Hereupon, hereafter:
A mist, undefined and blurred.
A jealous wrath as loving desire
Warped power as dishevelled beauty
A timeless existence as the finite

Transcendental in its result
Transcendent in its cause
Transcends outright

A myth of the mythical
A voice of the voiced
A love of the loved
A fear of the feared

That which commands silence,
That which commands peace,
That which commands love,
And that which commands faith

Is just one touch,
Hereupon.

Icy cold it became, the room
Melted it did, the heart
Racing they were, the nerves

Torturous, it was
Torturous, it is
Torturous, it will be

Dreams me tormenting have been
Confusion within set in has
Excitement, mental, now overflowing and bubbling is

Unknown what to do is,
yet
Perhaps
Nothing what to do is

Right (the opposite)
and downwards without
knowing what, nor
about which it is
spoken via
that which is not
always accessible,
not always

Senseless it seems
in uncertainty,
not without question
until understood
at the end