#fait
Stone-like, steel eyes
biting down the
sweet, polished apple.
Silky smooth skin slithering
on the thoughts of the tempted.
Desire of the improper,
cause conflicts to the conflicted.
Poison awaits,
with 2000 different faits.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 6:16 AM UTC
I’m catching myself on fire
I’m hurling myself into the unknown
What for?
Who will I be?
If one is to be a martyr,
Shouldn’t they have a reason?
I was to succeed
And to succeed I must become
The best that I can possibly be
I fear the unknown
It leaves me shaking each day
A quake that no affection can cure
Where I’ll go
But I will have to make the trip
Run into the arms of my fait
And trust that she will be kind to me
And will only want the best for me
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC
Life is not a cigarette box.
It is not replaceable upon reaching the bud of existence.
It does not come bearing a warning label that tells you that it can destroy you inside,
but rather expects you to find the words in the smoke.
And when you place your fait between your lips,
and ignite it,
life does not allow you to throw it to the ground,
or squish it into an ash tray.
Rather, your fait actually begins to breathe in your smoke instead.
Life is not a cigarette box,
rather a single cigarette.
Handed to you by the faint shadow of yourself,
and given to you by the distant memory of who you once were.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
"In distant parallel dimension,
17 years ago we met,
And just like that, without intention
Our life became a single thread.
But then you left to roam the forest
And i got drafted in the rain.
We said goodbye, but we had promised
That someday we will meet again.
And so time passed, i split the army
And i had wondered where you’re at.
You traveled almost every country
On the vast Old World continent.
I came to meet you in a valley
Of vast, eternal, endless grass.
And from then on we wrote our story
Creating magic as we pass.
It feels a bit surrealistic
To know that somewhere in the world
This path has actually existed
And our story has been told.
But in our actual dimension,
Where our story won't be known.
We have to fight our intuition
So our lives will not be blown.
I think a lot about this concept,
Of spinning doors or simple fait.
If things do happen for a reason
What is the purpose of this pain?
This is a complicated feeling,
Conflicted between truth and hope.
I wish i understood the meaning,
Of life, the universe and Love."
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
For Gene Brewer, the Creator of K-PAX, Robert Porter and prot
Life is hard.
We are toiling painfully
With determined desperation
With tears and bitterness
With fear and agony and
with strong doubts that we can even go on!
With Human tenacity!
With Human skill!
With the cleverness of Chimps
With bigger brains.
We are building a better Universe
And evolving into
What Love becomes
When Love is beyond comprehension!
Science and Faith are fiery lovers
Dancing a tango all through Time
Hugging and parting
Grasping and rejecting
Whirling and twirling
Fighting as fiery Lovers fight
Shouting and slapping and flinging things!
The Neighbors shake their heads in exasperation!
In lulls between the fights
They hug together
In the velvet darkness of the Universe
Embracing with their mutual love,
Gazing with shared longings
At the far and friendly stars!
They embrace with passion
In peace and desperation!
With one small remnant of hope
That things can somehow be better!
Out comes a brawny Love Child!
Growing as a Seed to entwine the Universe!
Doing what all life does:
Getting bigger!
Getting stronger!
Learning!
Playing as all Children play
With the pretty Universe!
Wondering!
Wandering!
And becoming more and more!
What a sight when His muscles grow!
What an Einstein when His mind does!
In time as all good Children do
He prepares a place of rest for His Parents.
Brings them Peace at last
For Life is hard
But then we die….
And then we get to enjoy it!
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC