Weaved by thoughts severed the most
And illest visions for the blind and abled
My heart is forced, caught into the Paradox
Confusing the roots of misdemeanors…
“Love does not take account of a wrong that is suffered.”
Will not bury any castles
Or be dragged by pessimists who don’t know they are;
Instead, as a vigilant Christian,
Must expel demons that diminish
The effectivity of communication among people
Of course, do all these with
The help of Christ, in His Light
And for Love, who is God.
Pain gives us a sense of what matters.
Never miss this light and never
Act on the emotion but act on the Light.
(Image inspired by the song “Wild Child” by Lonesome Minstrel.)
Where you so alienated with too much familiarity?
It’s too easy to choose to stay away and be safe,
Kill the flame
Live the dream you have mastered
Where you so merely overwhelmed with too much serendipity?
It’s the hardest to decide not to spare a chance,
Burst the flame
Emblazon in the perfect hell where you’ve made yourself at home…
Where you so right with all you knew?
It’s too impossible to go on happily and feel clean,
Water the fire
Perfect the self-righteous freedom entrapment
Who says you’ll never see the sky
if you’re looking down?
Haven’t you heard?
God is everywhere and He
makes all things work for the good
of those who love Him.
The only way you could have convinced yourself that I’m a pessimist is by being one yourself.
The only freedom you’ll ever need
Is freedom from yourself.
The sweetest thing a person can do to you
is to do the sweetest thing to you and then do you wrong. Right?
… and when all you claim to need to live
is to have my world revolve around you,
live for you,
I find it very unnecessary to die for you.
You don’t really have to give me
the whole damn world when I’ve
spent my entire life in struggle
so now I am apart from it.
And of course, you will never
understand if you don’t listen first.
How can a person respond to a person who’s
asking for something you’ve already given,
and given in its best form?
Some actions would appear and come to you
like an assault of flying daggers,
but if your heart can only see the intentions behind them…
you’d know you were never the target.
If you so believe in choice,
why do you call yourself
a slave of circumstance?
Life is not like a box of chocolates these days.
People seem to always know what they’re gonna get.
And people seem to want to always know what they’re gonna get.
Where are all the people who actually want to live???
You keep on looking at me like some sort of mirror.
Is that why you’re breaking me?
You keep on looking at her like some sort of mirror.
Is that why you keep trying to break her?
You keep on looking at him like some sort of mirror.
Is that why you love him?
Do you know how the uneducated take opinionated news?
Of course you do!
It clearly shows in your opinions.
Okay…. If you want me to be
“Marcia f****** Braidy”
all you have to do is carry on with your fantasy
whilst I live my life in the real world. Kindly excuse me.
How typical our response to anger is….
Aren’t you all bored with that?
and being responsible are
two different actions.
It’s nice to have them come together…
What if? What if? What if?
Are you a fool to obsess with making me think like you?
No thanks, but I am truly grateful for
what is, what is, what is,
what was, what was, what was,
and what will, what will, what will.
And for someone who doesn’t bother to know the difference, just
dismiss yourself on your own accord,
then I’ll be glad to finally talk.
You make it sound right.
Take a hint!
He is a hero because he died
saving someone else’s life.
He’s human and divine because he had
the heart to make that choice.
Everyone is a victim in any story.
We just miss the fact that the antagonist
is not among us and
that the obvious solution and mission is
which can only be achieved through love.
If it’s not pride,
why does it overlook everything it tramples on?
“How do you kill a thing that has already died?”
the “Lonesome Minstrel” says.
Give it life then kill it again.
Love… love… love….
why are people so obsessed with what it’s not?
Come to think of it….
let me just end this by telling you,
I love you.
(This is originally posted as prose in Valkyrja*Soul but I’ve decided to post it here and make it appear as spoken word, as it actually is a compilation of such. The attachment is also published in flickr.com/valkyrjaxoul.
I am not heartsick.
I am not broken-hearted.
I am shattered.
It is my being that’s broken
When my heart was made whole…
I am strained by this explosive rest
From world and woe but of pure
Celestialness- Inauspicious breathing
When I found I was unwhole before you;
That I, without you, am a flame grand enough
But can not burn nor brighten as I should
And strained by this explosive rest am I
Conditions untoward nurture in one, a pitiful soul
Whose protected coverings plagued with heightened sensations
Swiftly augmenting vastitude in clockwork mentality
Growing awareness to disintegrate control
How does one lose one’s self to another’s existence made known?
Unnerving, upsetting, detesting it all!
Inauspicious breathing… left unreversed and reserved.
I am strained by this explosive rest.