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To Live, not to ExistI would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent plant. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
Live with BeliefI know this now. Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing yet they give their lives to that little or nothing. But to sacrifice what you are and live without belief, that's more terrible than dying.
-Joan of Arc
Happiness of Death“The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life.”
Live your Way into the AnswerHave patience with everything in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the question now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
--Rainer Maria Rilke
Life is a GrindstoneLife is a grindstone,
and whether it grinds you down or polishes you up
is for you and you alone to decide.
Spirituality"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience.
We are spiritual beings having a human experience."
-Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
swallow the universedecay remembers you --
fever breath and ocean-eyed ghosts,
secrets that smoke with poison desire.
we wake only to drink, to devour
the naked voices of dismantled stars.
glass kisses turn into granite lips
and pillars of salt; a haunted embrace
melts into the cracks of the universe.
Love is not blindLove is not blind. It can see clearly.
It looks past the boundaries.
It defies the judging stares of society.
It is a force to be reckoned with.
eidolon longingbreath salts open rooms
that entomb my idle hants.
in gloomy aberrance.
when the pulse was flaunted
remain the pursuit
of lanterns haunted.
questions flung like
furtive surface glances
ghost through iris eyelines
with an epiphany;
this search sparked
full body shudderings.
shuttering every window
and portal alike,
a light threatened by
the tending toward pulsatory spikes.
aorta, i spied you
spidering open your eyes
sliding the pursuit of dawn
through your dim sight.
with the sun, beat,
you forge forward for
warded window panes,
a rhythmic wonder repeat.
but eyelids live locked,
a careless cage holding
in this socket shock.
tock and tick that slick swindle options;
your image a lit blossom in a bottomless pit.
i’m reaching, but god, this
isn’t possible when
you’re this obstinate;
i am a fossil you’ve discarded
with hardly a sniff.
snuff me out, i’ll sputter devout and wish
my cardiac espousal had been more
seven.my nights for the last weeks have
consisted of liquid
poison, smoke in
and the chilled sound of
wake up with my
head half off the sidewalk,
surrounded by shards of
and a faint touch of
[ill pick myself back up on my own two
feet.. and stumble back;
You killed me.Honesty is supposed to be a desired thing,
a good thing,
a true thing;
an open line of communication
a mutual show of trust,
a reliance. But my honesty leads to fractured ribs
and a crushed oesophagus
with the administering of
the lethal inje
and It shall bein the beginning
only something there
to remember It;
sublime in tongue, It
descending graceful from
an impossible It,
emerging pink & flesh
from the slime,
chaos & oozing breath,
and for the rest of days It,
is no more beautiful than we remember,
no more miracle than we proclaim;
we still to search for
as if this metal
in our blood isn't enough;
as if this moon rock
in our bones isn't enough;
our bellies, either
half full or half empty of
But the universe
does not owe us anything
just how the stars are unapologetic
eight.sometimes i feel
life's been played like a puppet
on a tangled
[yet still i'm lifeless without you .]
You Think I Love You, But . . .You think I love you,
And right now I seem to,
But changes are coming.
You say you love me some of the time,
But you abuse me.
And you take me for granted.
Most days, you don't even think about me.
You forget that I even exist,
That I serve you so well,
That I care for you.
You forget all about me
And all I do for you.
But still, I continue to take good care of you --
For now, that is.
You can count on me --
And you go on living your life
As if things will stay the same
Someday, you will hate me,
You will curse me,
Accuse me of leading you on,
Tempting you to surrender
Your youthful body to pleasures
Of the flesh,
To decadence and hedonism.
Maybe I am wickedly seducing you,
But you deserve
Everything that will happen to you,
The consequences you will incur
For disregarding me, not thinking about me
You see, I am your young hot metabolism,
Burning so fierce within you now.
So go right ahead,
Eat those burgers and fries!
Drink extra-large milkshak
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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