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Zywa Jul 14
Sometimes I dream of a new start
a new world, the earth
without human vices

only divine births
of helpfulness and wisdom
so that those words become obsolete

finally no more auditions
of imaginary comedians
with endless filth

their bundling of centuries
of coercion, humiliation, and abuse
in the joke of The Aristocrats

A world without me
only plants, animals
and avatars as a kind

of people who walk the virtual reality
of the golden means
of Aristotle
• Virtus = virtue
    • Virtual = ideal-real
    • “The Aristocrats”: outdo each other with taboo-breaking jokes
    • Avatara = descent = the incarnation of a deity descending to restore the cosmic order
    • In the virtue ethics of Aristotle (384-322), virtue is the golden mean between two opposite possibilities

At the request of Godfrey Ndlovu #2

Collection "PumicePieces"
Robert Rittel Feb 28
The moon sliver glittered close to Venus in this magic night,
prison’s the senses by many echoes to outcome right.
The stars that turn to faith in hopeless fold,
all endurance of bliss so bold.
Those glowing particles in this garden alley,
dreams for another promising day towards that valley.
In this steep galactic stream,
so many stairs ***** in a tenacious upward beam.
Faint shoots of light by purest fire,
intimacy with the ultimate divine desire.
Touching worlds in their mighty spheres,
promised home for endless years.
To this ocean I spread my wings and fly,
where those island of preserved dreams lie.
Those broad fields of twinkled wishes bounties bring,
and eternal visions dwell.
Souls in more mingled hue,
drenches in thousand sunlight dew.
By the concern of the waxing moon,
sowing seeds of thoughts for imagination bloom.
In deep trust from that living journey of me,
visions towards the spectacle of firmament,
that love’s virtue alone is free.
Poetic T Nov 2019
Snakes take the throne,
          and the vipers spit there  

Let us learn the rattling in the
                        undergrowth heeds
us to walk away.

Let us not listen to those who slither
             on the throne meant

for ones of descent virtues.
Elena Apr 2019
The values of our relationships
and the commitment to our virtues
inspire and open our eyes.
Oh, how nice it would be
To live supple minded fantasy,
Where subtle signals from the skies
Augment virtues of humanity;
To look upon the Gods and see
They've--relinquished all morbidity,
And as the evil within us dies
So too, the epic of tragedy.
Mantas May 2018
The Devil softly spoke,
To the foolish earthly folk:
By idiocy you are enslaved,
Your morals are depraved.

Set your souls free,
For I proudly foresee -
With might, you may reign
And without masks of vain.

You will be saved from emotional pain,
You won’t have a reputation to maintain,
Worldly pleasures will be yours to obtain,
Treasures will be easy to maintain.

You just have to set yourself free,
You must set yourself completely free!
Free from rotten morals of progress,
From the false virtues of the virtueless.

...the Devil advocated for his ways,
Who he deemed fitting for our days.
And while it might sound repulsive,
This is also a preposition compulsive.

Now I speak: the world is doomed,
By its own idiocy, it is consumed.
The morals had gone wrong and vile
Ancient virtues are out of style!...

Ergo hear me and set free,
For I too proudly foresee -
With vigour, you shall reign
If you drop the masks of vain.
SoVi May 2018
I lived in a country of thieves
Motivated by hearts and passions
Stealing love affection
Leaving broken pairs
But you asked me for my love
At that time I fell in love

You really thought I'll leave you
When he offered me riches?
You are everything that I have wanted
I'm afraid that you'll regret

If you are going to think again
Please do not tell me
I do not want to know your epiphany
Let me live in ignorance

How did I live in a country of thieves?
With people who do not even know they want
Stealing everything in your sight
Leaving broken hearts
You taught me that there is still good
I was given the gift of compassion

© Sofia Villagrana 2018
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