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#dualism
In this vigil, monads two dwell, in stasis primordial, nested... within the sense of subsistence. We are the concomitant arising, yet interdependent, dismantling, shaping the perception of the dark. No dualism survives this pressure; the boundary of self has no descriptor, it's an illusion, a thin phenomenon, absolution is its nature. Augmented into the space of the other, we are the unmanifest stillness, after genesis, before the shatter. Wrapped in the shroud, of mortal shell, two lives, one continuum, waiting to exhale; into the emptiness of the sky..
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May 11
May 11, 2026 at 4:03 AM UTC
Aphenomenal Reality!
By itself I was myself, the souled body with my name Mirrors helped me as a teenager to see myself my hair, my nose, my shape A life later I split my body off, more and more I distance myself from the defects of old age and illness to continue to recognise myself as who I want to have become spiritually safe and free rocking in the wonder until I am no more
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Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 2:57 AM UTC
Rocking in the wonder
Life’s a flight in the Night - once whence, then thence - a perpetual fight… Frigid is the Night. Blowing winds bellow, Birds they bring down like an arrow. Though their fate be full of contempt, flight the Birds still attempt. Frightening, the sight Frigid, the Night One winter day, a Fog of Light was blown so high, it lit up the Sky. Dusk pierced by Dawn, it was the End of All, the Avians‘ downfall. Frightening, the Night Frigid, this sight Though infinite in power, the fog made Them cower. Into the Ground they dove, yet for the Sky still strove, Their stars now but a dream within a dream . Though, one summer day, Night broke through the dark - and revealed the stars high above. …in their seat shrouded in Night, They shine ever bright.
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Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 3:32 PM UTC
Frigid is the Night, Bedivere
So, You want to know: Why good things happen for those who don’t deserve, And the worst **** happens To the rest of us - To the best of us on Earth? It isn’t just Some dualistic View of how things work It’s more that it’s The heavy fist Of a God all gone berserk. While the Devil sits, His voice a-twist With laughter at the fall, The bad get new beginnings. The good? Nothing at all.
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 5:12 PM UTC
Poem from a Notecard, 9:33 PM, 9/11/16
Day by day I fritter away Observing decorum as best I may Meet me as you meet — reserved somebody Leave me as you leave — dull nobody Dreary, weary, listless, spiritless A resting spirit clamours to emerge Unguided, wild, free and seeking Boldly defying reserved somebody But how, just how do I unleash this defiant spirit For it is to cross all conceivable limits Oh but a mask, of course a mask! The perfect accessory for this task! Careless of propriety Boastful of daring Acting against my will Or in tandem with it? This mask — just now I can't discern Ponder I do with great concern Does it shield my identity Or render truth to it? So now just what fun in masks One may ponderously ask Masks, bring to life fantasy Fantasy, a realm of our reality Reality, wherein lies multiplicity Multiplicity, within each individuality
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
The One & Many
It’s up to you If love is all it takes to cry, then why do we need tears at all? If love just leaves us wondering why, Then I will once more stand to fall. If love is forever torn from my hands, Then I will still remember every love I ever had. Without a love I will never be myself; I need your love to heal my heart…please help. Your love can give me all the wealth; This love thing can free me from this Hell. A secret heart is not shatterproof; A beauty so hard to find is what I find in you. A date with a destiny that we never knew And now I know who to love…you are my biggest clue. In lights I see you immortalized; So bright you shine new sights into my eyes. I am telling you I love you; can you send me a sign? Could you love me too, or shall I just leave and die? So high with love, so low without; So happy with you, so sad inside my head. If I can earn your love, can you tell me how? I do not want this love to go to waste; Let this love live and not be left for dead. The love songs are all about how I feel. The poet’s words say the words I want you to hear. Let this not only be a dream and allow this love to become real. My thoughts I can only share with you, But only if you stay near. Love is all about the choices we make; Do you want my love, for each and every day? Or shall I just watch you walk away? Again. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
It's up to you
Darling, I've left the stove on for you The milk has curdled and lumped The walls torn of their bark The shower running hot I've given all the photos up To flame in warm embrace I've brimmed the socks with holes for you, I've smithered every plate I've sprayed the garden poisonous I've festered root & vein I've grown a **** in every pith And severed every end For you, my love I've scorched the house And this I'd do again For you, my love I would commit Each feared unearthly sin I am the soldier Steadfast, held Against all element For you I'd burn And fall to sword Infatuate in death -- c
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
Body to Brain
There is one big illusion We have a spacious room, where you are living on your own Filled with perception The concept of identity that you know The limited illusion of the self It only creates confusion Because now we’re separated from eachother Though we think it’s not We only have to learn to Let the e-go
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC
Illusion
"O, how Light doth so verily well as Ink upon canvases of Darkness, as Darkness doth so verily the same by Light. Thus do I beseech of thee to speak at any length with me of this 'good' and 'bad.' over which you toil yet so."
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Were you to ask me* [1]