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As my love rises in the morning with the sun and beauty of the world, there is no match to all that harmony that blooms throughout my soul singing all your glory and that we have found ourselves and found each other never to be separated ever again as our souls were always grown together into something of an everlasting union of united wisdom, love and tolerance in worship of eternal truth and beauty. Could ...

That's us, the sufferers who never can give up but go on fighting, torturing themselves for nothing but thin air despised as asinine ideals, while we know better, fighting to the bitter end for our faith in truth and justice, untouchable crusaders for the values of eternity, unvanquishable truth and beauty manifested in continuous creativity that no one ever can put down, the glory of creation that if anything on earth is properly divine ...

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each night to The Limes in Dulwich before acquiring a Deeper Sleep In my pre-sleep visits to infancy, lying in the blindness of night, I'm in ancient memories, complex enough, loved enough, to weaken the waving demons           of a day-fresh mind. Playing out dramas, passions, elementary moments, joyfully reliving war's nascent aftermath. Lost again, in an enigmatic idyll, floating around people, rooms, reawakening illustrious things.           One ...

How mankind can bring about the resurrection of The 'Dead' God, by reinstating His supremecy over Satan, Man's only allocated, existential mission. The greatest saga yet to unfold. Thanks to Socrates and Neitzsche, and a few others inbetween, who kept God's message of hope alive, and, perhaps one day,  further, into realisation. Stand stoic, you minuscule specks on Time's revolving loop after reaching the end, you will be starting again without knowing it! For, when Man's sin became ...

The sun was very low that month. In fact I do not think summer arrived at all. Billowing smoke.  Days on end. Smoke and a perpetual sense of loss.  When a society eats itself it slow and relentlessly painful.  When the difference between living and dying is vague and nuanced.  The pain is constant.  The smoke.  The smell. The flesh.  The screams.  The torture of living.  The torture of not dying.   Some days white trucks ...

There is a person. Who lived, to the north of here. In 2021, Naomi Osaka announced her withdrawal from Roland Garros one day after she was fined $15,000 by the French Open for not speaking to the press. Osaka skipped her media obligations during Roland Garros because of the effects of her interactions with the press on her mental health. Whatever lies before A. The first day was like a biblical Book of Judgements.  A medieval ...

Carrying you within my heart is the lightest of my burdens since your light weighs nothing and your soul is without gravitation flying without wings and carrying me around as easily as if we both were only dreams; but dreams are dreamt to once come true, and we are true indeed and can't be made more real and still are weightless as consummate dreams to spite reality made real once and for all. Let's stick ...

As I dream of you in faithful homage, it is difficult to keep away from worship of the saintly ideal that you represent, while at the same time nothing could be so much down to earth as your impressing common sense and downright honesty of pure sincerity which makes all other positive characteristics negligeable and superfluous, your character and heart so dominating and outweighing, overshadowing all pettiness to be ignored. We struck together instantly the ...

edited I. In the dentist chair no new ideas were perching on my eyebrows, only things to be recalled. There's no anesthetic for what goes on in a patient’s soul. A cell phone rings, its ringtone is Louis Armstrong’s “It’s a wonderful world” Which may never have been a favorite tune, but a reminder, perhaps for all, a declaration of best intentions and colossal expectations destined to echo     – in my opinion – ...

On the face of cosmetic growth, cosmic energy is ignored, whatever you do, say, we won't listen  to your hearsay, your jaw would drop in awe when we'd respond to all your flaws, wait for the final blow to end all your hee-haw, await our last straw. Your overturning the law would  backfire,  wait and watch, we'll overthrow you from power,  you ruined democracy under the patient paradise, the omniscient firmament, in our unerring eyes, you are  guilty, not innocent ...

i. T. is having a dream on a rainy, cold night, he's a teacher of martial arts in an unfamiliar village. I'm up writing and  surfing the web. I hear him in agony  calling my name, the loudest whisper I've heard. I don't react at all. Back to sleep -- back to writing. ii. I appeared, peaceful and laconic,  in his dream, he revealed  next morning: “The lesson will keep me here for a while, ...

I’ll start by recomposing the bucolic scenery south of the town first, Silver Flash rocketing through the summer noon air too, my bicycle three months later snatched. Then revisit this place, find my inner child and tell her “We are going for a bike ride, I want to show you some things that cannot be stolen.” When we reach the shore, 7.46 miles beyond the cornfields, I'll let her hold the shells I found there ...

only a tensioning in the air. Pic.: my own Yellow Brimstones are first to rise Fluttering in chasing pairs after young women jogging in body-stockings of over-stretched spandex           Though a well-lived life even for an aged man appreciative scanning persists of vanity perhaps, or a courtesy? As I pass, an attractive Japanese is spreading two grass spikelets plaiting them into one         over her porcelain palm Here too ...

'Going back is of no use', says who, if it makes one  feel good? One has to reverse the gear to check from close what was near; in my rusted past, there were these pets, the non-erasable duster; pictures my truths, rest driven afar. At times, one has to boost the heart go back, reboot, and restart ...