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Dom 8m
How I would burn,
Self immolate,
Until my very essence turned to ashes,
To witness your radiant smile,
Once again, among the face of the sun.
Some people, you miss so terribly, you'd self-destruct just to see their face one more time. boun anima, nonna.
Piyush 4h
Wait,
A long wait,
She's there,
Right there
Sitting next to you,
Yet you can't speak.
Why?
Don't know
Why not?
I don't know
But you're her friend,
So why can't you speak?
I don't know.
Not yet.
Not now.
I'm waiting,
Still waiting
For her to speak
To laugh at me
To walk with me.
Why can't I...
Talk.
I don't..
Know.
I want to..
Sit with her
Stay with her
Nothing..
More.
She's there,
Yeah there.
TR3F1LD 1d
Have you ever thought 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘? Being in a position granting free will? That is, not being someone's slave or held in confinement? Having a more or less decent income, which allows to satisfy consumerist needs, & the opportunity to travel the world, some probably consider themselves free (funny). Let's say you're such a person. Now imagine the following. Some bad guy(s) comes(-) &, either by threats of violence, threats of harming to your close ones, or threats of publicly disclosing something being a blackmail material, intimidates(-) you, into submitting to whatever it is that they want from you. Or, vice-versa, tempts(-) you with something you find hard to reject. You still think you're free, you satisfied consumer? To me, being truly free means 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗢 𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛-𝗢𝗡 𝗡𝗢 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗘 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨. That is, 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 (𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛), 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦, 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦, 𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 & 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗦. And also 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙-𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘, in order to not be physically abusable (physical abuse, in its turn, violates one of human freedoms, namely, physical/****** integrity).

There's only one truly free person (with the exception, to some degree, of being capable of self-defense) coming to my mind when I think of it. It's the Joker from Christopher Nolan's "The Dark Knight". He doesn't seem to be afraid to die. In the scene where he walks towards the Dark Knight approaching him on his batpod, he expresses a call for the vigilante to hit him. He's not intimidated when he gets beaten up by him in the interrogation room. He even laughs in response, as well as when he’s in a freefall in the wake of being thrown out of the skyscraper. He doesn't have people he's attached to (at least, it's not mentioned in the film). Despite he mentions "if you're good at something, never do it for free", he doesn’t seem to have any temptations, which is partly confirmed when he sets a huge pile of cash (which includes his cut) aflame, saying then: "All you care about is money. This town deserves a better class of criminal".

I can't allow myself not to mention that had such an individual a moral compass of V/Robert McCall/Jason  "Red Hood" Todd & were that individual an expert fighter & assassin like them, it would be not just a regular film vigilante, but a nigh-on unstoppable/unbreakable society purger/trash eliminator (whichever sounds better to you). And in this rotten world full of authoritarian regimes & organized crime, such a force is necessary.
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Вы когда-нибудь задумывались, ЧТО ЗНАЧИТ БЫТЬ ПО-НАСТОЯЩЕМУ СВОБОДНЫМ? Быть в позиции, предоставляющей свободу воли? То есть, не быть чьим-нибудь рабом или не удерживаться в заключении? Имея более-менее приличный доход, позволяющий удовлетворять потребительские нужды, и возможность путешествовать по миру, некоторые, вероятно, считают себя свободными (забавно). Допустим, вы - такой человек. А теперь представьте следующее. Приходит какой(-ие)-нибудь плохой(-ие) парень(-ни) и, либо угрозами насилия, угрозами причинения вреда вашим близким, либо угрозой публичного раскрытия чего-то, являющегося материалом для шантажа, запугивает(-ют) вас, заставляя подчиниться чему бы это ни было, чего он(-и) от вас хотят. Или, наоборот, искушает(-ют) вас чем-то, что вам трудно отвергнуть. Вы всё ещё думаете, что вы свободны, удовлетворённый вы потребитель? Для меня быть по-настоящему свободным означает НЕ ИМЕТЬ ИЛИ ПОЧТИ НЕ ИМЕТЬ СЛАБОСТЕЙ, КОИ МОГУТ БЫТЬ ИСПОЛЬЗОВАНЫ ПРОТИВ ВАС. То есть, БЫТЬ СВОБОДНЫМ ОТ СТРАХОВ (ВКЛЮЧАЯ СТРАХ СМЕРТИ), ЛИЧНЫХ ПРИВЯЗАННОСТЕЙ, ИСКУШЕНИЙ, ЗАВИСИМОСТЕЙ И ВРЕДНЫХ ПРИВЫЧЕК. А также БЫТЬ СПОСОБНЫМ К САМООБОРОНЕ, чтобы не быть уязвимым к физическим посягательствам (что, в свою очередь нарушает одну из человеческих свобод, а точнее, физическую/телесную неприкосновенность).

Мне на ум приходит лишь один по-настоящему свободный человек (за исключением, в некоторой степени, способности к самообороне), когда я думаю об этом. Это Джокер из «Тёмного рыцаря» Кристофера Нолана. Не похоже, что он боится умереть. В сцене, где он идёт к Тёмному рыцарю, приближающемуся к нему на своём batpod'е, он выражает призыв, чтоб вигилант сбил его. Он не запуган, когда тот избивает его в комнате для допросов. Он даже смеётся в ответ, как и тогда, когда он находится в свободном падении после того, как он выброшен из небоскрёба. У него нет людей, к коим он привязан (по крайней мере, об этом не упоминается в фильме). И хотя он упоминает «Если ты хорош в чём-то, никогда не делай это бесплатно», не похоже, что у него имеются искушения, что отчасти подтверждается, когда он поджигает огромную кучу наличных (что включает его долю), говоря затем: «Всё, что вас волнует, — это деньги. Этот город заслуживает преступников получше».

Не могу себе позволить не отметить, что имей подобный человек моральный компас V/Роберта МакКолла/Джейсона "Красного Колпака" Тодда и будь тот человек искуссным бойцом и убийцей как они, это был бы не просто типичный фильмовый вигилант, а практически неудержимый/несокрушимый общественный чистильщик/уничтожитель мусора (смотря что звучит лучше для вас). А в сём гнилом мире, полном авторитарных режимов и организованной преступности, подобная сила необходима.
I look at you,
***** and disgusting,
covered in pimples, cuts, and insecurities.
The longer I look,
the worse you get,
I see you getting fatter,
and getting covered,
in more grime.
That's when I finally decided,
to finally look away,
from my reflection.
Dom 2d
Understand that if we’re playing poker
You could have a king or a queen,
But I am the wild one with an ace up his sleeve.
Play me if you need a friend,
Foe to your membrane, twisting
Caught you in your own game
Drain you of the chips in play
Gone away, in a strange stray of an allusion
When you come to, tell me.
Do you even hear me laughing?

Ha
     Ha,
            HA
Ha              Ha
Ha            
                   ha
HA            
                          HA


       HA
                                Ha
Ha
                  hA
      HA                     HA

Wanted to play a game
But you played yourself,
Wanted to take me down
But I levitate above it all,
Thought you could bully me
But like a pit, I bit, at the jugular
Wanted a circus, but clown you never juggled much
Life is a pain every breath you take is exhausted.

Do you even hear me laughing?

Ha
     Ha,
            HA
Ha              Ha
Ha            
                   ha
HA            
                          HA


       HA
                                Ha
Ha
                  hA
      HA                     HA
My last time addressing any drama, i am going to go back to creating art i like to create, and speaking out against injustices where i see them, especially against the vulnerable.
Dom 2d
In the black depths of your inkwells,
Onward from your emotional details
Caught in a cusp full of cups and your swords
Cut me into a shape that fits in your mold.
Belittled and bemoaned in the crook of your words.
So when the time comes crashing
Pull receipts and show your purchase
All funds tendered to see me feathered
Drinking tar to meld and remember
Every fiction in your delusion
Carries weight to drown but I only float.

I’m the enemy you wish there to be,
The one that you can hate or love as you need
In time’s absence, more than memory
Lost in the flood.

Garish wounds,
Baneful whispers,
Concordant in mirrored unison
Staring back at your one-man parody
Parroting the fiction,
Burying the truth like a force-fed melody
I don’t sing the lyrics
The song makes no difference
Twine me like red licorice,
Candied and caramelized
How sweet you lie!

I’m the enemy you wish there to be,
The one that you can hate or love as you need
In time’s absence, more than memory
Lost in the flood.

Hallowed creatures,
Drawn on paper,
Dance like demons
Through your fires.

Everlasting -
Rigid fingers
Trace the letters
Ballet dreamin’
Marionnette crossed wires.

Woven leeches
Drain from vein taps
Bleed me dry like a quill
Written upon the back of the ill.

A monster lurks here,
Ever preying on,  
Innocent children-
As they take to praying,
Hoping for recourse
I take it on my back,
Broken aegis, ageless
Need nothing but a day—
I can even dream again.

I’m the enemy you wish there to be,
The one that you can hate or love as you need
In time’s absence, more than memory
Lost in the flood.
inspired by part of the chorus of "The Father of Make Believe" by Coheed and Cambria. I won't get into any real details as to not get my art flagged, but some of you were made aware of things being said by someone else. this is how i'm attempting to deal with it artistically, tastefully.

"I'm the vision that you choose to see
The one you can hate or love as you need
In time's absence, more than memory
So now, at your darkest, I'll come as promised
I'm the Father of Make Believe”
Feelings tend to be hard,
From them,
We long to break apart.

But if you're going through hardship,
Baby, know that you're loved,
You're stronger than what you oppose.
What's the price on sanity these days?
Could I doordash it?
noon
Hannah 4d
I am tired of your complaints,
as I am sick of early morning faints,
I wander beneath the rain
in hopes it will wash away the pain
as tears were slain down the drains

I gasped; the earthly petrichor,
I lost myself in mindfullness, for a minute
how quick the weather changes,
how unexpected moments could be

Due to instant hollowness
I forgot I was praying for rain
in the midst of summer heat.
I have not seen my my mother for such a long time.
The sweetest woman.
Sometimes I ask myself "where is my mother?"
I really want to see her.
But death is so final!
I lost my father a few years before losing my mom.
I used to sit with him in cafes and chat about anything.
Sometimes I ask myself, "where is my father?"
I really want to be in a cafe with him and chat.
But death is so final!
When I was young I lived with my aunt for a few months.
A wonderful young woman, taken away too early by cancer.
She treated me like her own son.
We enjoyed having ice cream.
Sometimes I ask myself, "where is my aunt?"
I really want to share an ice cream with her.
But death is so final!
I lost a good friend to COVID.
We used to have lunch together.
Sometimes I ask myself, "where is my good friend?"
I really want to have lunch with him.
But death is so final!
My mentor died of ALS.
I learned so much from him.
Sometimes I ask myself, "where is he?"
There is so much more I can learn from him.
But death is so final!
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