when will all the suffering end? when will peace and perfection and all knowledge permeate and allow for justice to reign? when will happiness truth and enlightenment triumph so that we need not suffer any longer? I just want my peace. 


the world, the universe, nature, existence, essence, humanity, spirit, spiritualism, spiritism, freedom, sexuality, women, liberalism, individualism, democracy, oneness, spirit, self-made delusion, vanity, ignorance, arrogance, philosophy, beauty, art, poetry, literature, writing, journalism, political philosophy, fear, taboo, conservative, new, evolution, revolution, change, oneness, monotheism, beginning, end.

BOOM


You won’t lose shit bein’ free don’t worry. Except maybe that fuckin’ ego.

Fear, Religion, and Freedom


I never understood the hypocrisy of people who act like they do not have desires, physical and nonphysical. Even religious figures have desires. It’d be disturbing to think of those who deny that fact. Wonder if priests touching children is a consequence of that denial. Asceticism and discipline have negative consequences that we are blind to as human beings, such as judging others for not “achieving similar standards”, but such perfectionists attitudes are inhuman, unrealistic, and, as a result, hypocritical.

Take a look for instance at Israel, where Palestinians suffer everyday because Israelis believe they are more entitled to land then others for whatever reason they can conjure or assert, be it biblical prophecy, the Holocaust, or anti-Semitism. I always feel like these Israeli prime ministers and presidents, like most politicians, love portraying themselves as above-human individuals with higher standards of behavior, ideology, and culture. This is comparable to the superficial culture of Republicanism and Conservatism in the U.S., and the U.K. come to think of it, which I see as another product of attempts by people to abuse their privileges in order to reap more benefits and to live better while tormenting others with outrageous ideas about the “proper” standards of living that they themselves cannot meet.

Ah, ignorance. There is nothing like it.

I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.  – Oscar Wilde

vanity, art, and disillusion: a stroll down infinity


when I believe less I believe more,

my feelings open and like mist,

they cool and permeate the air,

around me and everybody in my circle.

life is a winding road to endlessness,

infinite and perhaps with no answers,

I thought I’d find them and found none,

yet I still look for some…

what will happen when the world is undone,

and karma comes strolling back,

I’m a writer I say, a writer on one end,

a musician with a different mind on the other.

I am many things, infinite as the sun,

now I shouldn’t let it go,

instead I should be god with my own robe,

glancing down from the heavens with a grim smile.

art is epic and I am a roman,

standing with sword and fist afoot,

before the chamber of justice I am,

a pagan worshipping idol, wrestling with god for his throne.

 

“we’ll fight till the end, and that smile will only last until then.” Jass to portis in 123 s.e.

a soaring dream


by Vincent can Gogh

Just be your self danny,

the icon of a soaring dream,

a staunch symbol of the dragon

which hides upon your sleeve.

Your shoulder where there lay,

A kinder version of creation,

That beauty called perfection made of clay.