I spent my life in pain, always feeling alone.Now I will spend eternity trapped under a stone.As people look down at the ground covering my bones. Every night I wander this cemetery.In a world I never found familiarity,as I look for my prosperity. As the mournful see, an echo of me crossing the terrace,under the…
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The Form of Politics
Politics is the science of controlling others with the most polished and smooth lie through the art of persuasion. The psychopathic need to control the lives of others through the guise of patriotism and a delusional sense of self-righteousness. Leadership is not an ability to convince others to follow you because of your dialog, your…
Those Who Stood The Watch Before Me
I am eternally grateful to those who stood the watch before me. Without their honor, courage, commitment, and sacrifice, there would not have been a watch for me to stand.
Spiritual Masochist
Pain is my heroin; she is my only accepting bride. The more this world injects inside, the more I am able to philosophize. When the world tries to destroy me, it fails, because I have already crossed that path under a ship’s sail. While inflicting pain on myself with a cat of 9 tails. When…
The Form of Patriotism
When not maintained with honor, patriotism is nothing more than an illusion one group deploys to control another. How many times does something have to be amended before it is no longer what it originally was? Patriotism is not marching blindly carrying a flag; it’s defending the foundational ideals that keep its diverse fabrics strong…
Lionheart
If you are going to speak a lie into the life of a lion, it better be louder and bolder than their ability to speak the truth. Otherwise, you will find your truth more damaging than the lie you tried to tell.
Love is the Only Way
Never be afraid to love when you are not loved. Never be afraid to love those that have hurt you and continue to do so. We create the world we live in. We control how we treat the people we interact with while living in it. Our behavior and how we react to the world…
The Old Farmhouse
Life is like a farmhouse that weathers on an Iowa prairie. Never invest a moment of your life in retribution toward those that have planted weeds. Let your hard work and the light produced by your good deeds destroy their seeds.
The Form of Lust
Lust is nothing more than a lie to the heart fed from the body. Where love is a truth from the heart, fed from the connection of two people’s spirits at the deepest level. Love is the process of two people opening up to each other completely and being connected to each other in the…
The Form of Sin
Sin is a seed that grows into a weed,reminding us of our past deeds. If we allow our selfish needs to lead,we will eternally hurt those that our hearts need. As they experience pain as their heart bleeds,waiting for the love from our hearts that feeds. With every life stumble, our castle will continue to…
