Of Decididly Earthly Passions

As ill luck shall have it, the innocence is once again
not innocent
in so far as it seems to be idle hands act with out discrimination
of the higher moral

Prehaps you should rest thy Laurels

Drink blood of the man

Embrace with maliciousness

Exposed to life's hell

only the weak watch cloaked in back

closer to the devil then thoughs in

enraptured enraged in passion

On Lifes Dichotomisms

For as the game of chess goes, the winner is

the one who can cause the two sets of identical opposites
to sit all together and look back at the board, together.

Afflunce in Vulnerability

"You look very comfortable"

"I feel very comfortable"

"thats nice isnt it?"

"Yea, I guess so"

"Well, dont get to comfortable, you know?

"Yea, I know..."

Thanks and all that shit

Even a man with bad heart made of broken coal
can put his wayward tears aside and feast in love

Setatary Movement Singed

Scorch and Seer!! Incinerate!

all these stagnate chairs I hate!

who could dare to sit?

to repose so slothful!

I am chained to a chair for eternity

and I will it to move.

you sit still here coaxing death

i wish to see all that apathy ablaze

Stoic hope abord the anxious ship

change not your stoic face upon disappointment

change now your actions fault through appointing

One in Desire and the other in Fear

"Dude look it how rad these flowers are"

"What, how can you say such a thing??"

"Like the fucking colours and shit are rad dude"

"Disgusting! you philistine!, you only see with eyes in lust"

"uh wtf dude?"

"Do you not see there wilt?, do you not see the empty tomb of
the sea?, sitting beside them, no matter how hard they try to
reach to the heavens they will fall into the death's shell like
an embrace"

"dude im like never going to the museum again with you, your like
crazy and shit, and could you at least like fucking stop crying
its just a fucking painting..."

Pornographic Heart Ache

Deem any artistic in devour that insinuates lust or fear

Pornography

For we are more.


Yet all things derive a lust

a lust to be understood you idiot

if not a greater lust.

The Temptation of St. Anthony (Part two)

Frued noted the case of St. Anthony as a typical case of repression.

A hermit that travelled out to the desert .

for 13 years he anguished in that desert

in fight with Beelzebub

who inflicted unspeakable tortures

boredom, laziness, and the phantoms of women.

to deal with such things, Anthony cast himself into
an empty tomb

terrified of the demon and devout to god

when he released him self the devil beat him
until his fist were
drenched in anthony's blood.

The saint took refuge alone again,
now in a deserted romans bath house

another 20 years did this battle rage


alone

The Devil struck at him with snakes, scorpions, wolves, and wild beast

Then he opened the door and proclaimed

"If thou had any power over me,
just one would suffice to destroy"

he then walked out of that desert and went to Alexandria

and succeeded in his intent to be martyred for his beliefs

What to have Taught

Hey, Kid

didnt ur mom ever tell you not
to fuck around with death

Humoriliation

"Mock my work will they...

how dare they, those boneheads...

dont they know

dont they know

the man who tries to make you laugh

has the greatest pains of all."

A Noxious Brothel of Divulgation

"I, am a man of the impeccable taste"

"Then why do you always look so indelicate?"

"As a connoisseur, i am vexed with your bland palate,
thus I know it can not taste my intricacy..."

"And as a lady, I am vexed with your subvertive swines eye
thus I know it can not taste my composure..."

"then what we weep shall be in solitude"

Patriarchic

who be that Proud man

whose hair in silver white

shows strength and might

the one who gave you animal flesh
and cut it to fit your mouth

who be that Proud man

whose hair in silver white

your sardonic mind learned to fight

when you were young and so naive
and only noticed what was not given
and took no notice of what was given

who be that Proud man

whose hair in silver white

did you surpass in your height

And now can see the sorrow upon his face
the hours of work and his humble place

for from the cave did we first come

yet father was the one

that did teach what was to be done

The Temptation of St. Anthony (Part one)

Cross fixated with loss and lust

with fears with weakness

sick of allowing myself to be sick

mock my belongings persecute my work

and though my failures maybe be great

they never were formed from an absence
of will

More then a Labrinth for the Minitaur

Only man can look in empathy towards the beast he has slain
to the point of tears dripped while washing his vegetables
from the grocer

Ablutions

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Patrick Dewitt wrote another thing.
I bet it will be an important piece of literature for our generation
and probably poorly received by the illiteracy of our generation

The unknown man who love was unknown too

"Dear bird,
please, when I die,
make sure they quote my death words
with accuracy..."

Struck by the Suffered

Peak now at the black hole of cruelty and repression

cry hag, cry beast, cry and weep

but know this

all you suffer
all you fall victim at
is that very rule
you cast upon yourself

For the Romantics of Children

Does thou remember?

time when we could divulge hearts sentiment

Too love was love in that it was a monotonous declaration
not that of a muddled theology of expectations

Curse this soot tarnished stead
coloured from that which i have burned

The Appities Cloak

when he disfigured the meanings of all cloaks

left only was the hideous appetite of beast
even more dishonest then that of swine

yet, those with him said

his eyes whitened like pearls and his
lips frothed with pale vomit
for the rest of his years he spent

all his consciousness shrieking

An Anchor on Hopes Pier

The Captain screamed at them

"My Men hold strong, if we make it through this!
we can make it through anything!

Rage On till we are cast baron upon that isle

Then if we make to shore , we thus shall prevail"

Unfortunately the callus man cloaked in blood red knew that upon that
shore, more than a thousand clashes were to be had

stronger then these winds, colder then these waves.

"Curse your empty putrid if!" he cried

"I know no man can live with out his hope,
but I hope thy knows I see your cowardly deception"

In a road of Sublties

"yea, we meet along such a road as this"

"but you know of the difference of a meeting and knowing yes?"

"I do not know what you mean"

"As most who I meet"

Nothing ever came of what was cried

When there my body was covered with enough dirt to fill an empty grave.
for every tear of water from a shower a beer was drank.
Every other breath breathed was that of a cigarette.
the things I saw were, well...

well, no one likes listening. Ill just keep my mouth closed.
In a weird way, makes me feel like my father. god bless him.

In the AIr of Love

It is I who shares my bed, my life

my nature with you.

Yet there exsist more then thousands of winds between us.

how does I feel anything but critical and surrounded by
airs errors eros

Cast in shades of disparate

"Regardless of what you see or hear here. Remember someone sees and hears it in contrast."

"That can not be right, or is that the only thing that's right?"
"All these beliefs are devouring our mind"

A Man in Desires

"Hello, world? its me the old man."
"how do I commune with you?"
"It seems so hard, because im so selfish"
or is it selfless?"

The curse of the Internal Face

"Please sir, the holiday has passed, be so kind
as to remove your mask."

"I wish it were so easy, you see this mask."
"It is no more a mask."

"what do you mean sir?"

"You see, our unsightly deeds and misgivings have
cursed us, cursed us to show our true face. "
"Which is just as hideous as a grotesque mask,
but did you not notice?"
"Your face is as disgusting as ours"

" You mean to tell me, my selfishness
has manifested upon my face as well?!"

Choking the air beyond you

When your hands are hung above your neck
what is it that you wish to say?

You are unprepared for battle

you are reaching for that which is above you.

you have no reason to defend yourself

your hope is giving up.

perhaps if i was in consciousness of such things

i too would raise my defenses, my palms

Discorse in the Human Experience

The inherent quality that makes homo sapien separate
from all other species, is his (there) action of
communicating internal experience and future tense
abstract ideas to others in his species.

As a social class based on this, the biggest threat to them
is social rejection, thus he is unable to communicate
freely because being excommunicated from the social group
certainly means hard work and most likely death.

Today they are left with the duality of relying on the
community and yet awarded for there
individual qualities separating them from said group.

An organically neurosis inducing position.

Adding to the gene pool tribal tattoos and single men who
paint bluehearts on to his cat.

Communicating he has a blue heart.