The world is falling apart, it is divided: the doers and the dawdlers; the doers fend for themselves, taste failure, success by fair means or foul, through backstabbing, cutthroat competition, the dawdlers dwell in indolence; both inhabit in ignorance There’s this unwritten war going on and on between each of them, all unhappy, perpetually in mayhem.
» Read morewho has learned what through words, we need a pileup in order to pick up to those theories and inferences, we don’t pay a heed we don’t read until we bleed books on disaster management volumes without matter no force majeure neutralised under the fragile firmament no security can prevent a bank holdup who has learned what through words, we
» Read moreWhen two stars collide, why, They were meant to wizz by. Miles apart, neither betwixt, No match no pattern in the Stella sky. Twisting shaping pulses racing, Clashing crashing in color, Water, fire, earth, and air Thoughts and themes Elements wishing in haste. No time, no despair. Matches with flashes not heaven but here Left wondering? Why o why?
» Read moreYou are the body I want to witness. You are the breath I want to breathe. You are the air that floats around, You are the air that I see. You are the music and laughter, it feeds my thoughts you are the fascination that I want to hear and see. You are the one that matters to
» Read moreAll you need is love, they say, and that’s perhaps the universal truth of truths that never can be constantly enough repeated and renewed, reminded of and reinvigorated, since it is the only inexhaustibility of miracles and of perpetual youth; since every time you fall in love your soul renews itself and gets reborn and even younger than it
» Read moreMy love, you persecute me like a phantom in my dreams to never leave me quite alone in peace, but always driving me on furiously in whirlpool storms more downwards to my ruin to be ever born again and start again from the beginning. It’s a phenomenon, this self-destructive love, that ever keeps renewing forcefully itself by constant Harmageddons
» Read moresome sentimentality How could I ever forget you? We did not have one night only, but many were our nights of interminable love archived forever in unforgettability. If there is any weakness in me, I assure you there are many, but the greatest and truest of them all is my ever longing back to that interminable passion that never ceased
» Read moresome optimistic fit The Paladin is back in chivalrous and shining splendour armed with beaming virtues and prepared to save all ladies with his golden shield and shining helmet, irresistible to all the world, the Azure Knight of Knights, the age of chivalry having returned and with a vengeance. There will now be new enlightenment to scare away the scarecrows
» Read morefrom an old Hungarian song Is it possible, that you could still care for this old scumbag with his baggy trousers and shaky knees, his multiplying wrinkles in his face and getting bald all over except where he should, this bore of an old fool who can’t fool anyone any more, this decrepit ruin of what could have become something
» Read moreI am deliberately loosening my sharpness to talk to an intelligent person like you, I know that the “The devil can cite Scriptures for [their] purpose” You talk so sweet, but your actions do not coalesce. I’m losing all the sharpness. Let there be a permanent space between the two of us. Let’s give grace a chance. I have
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