A lone wolf journeys in the winter.
He alone experiences the icy splinters.
His companion the bitter loneliness,
of the inner voice in the frozen wilderness.
A fluffy fur coat becomes tough shards of icy hardness.
His blood screams for warmth while the bones ache with brittleness.
What is life? Why was he born here?
The tundra, God had given him to bear.
The innocent creatures he slaughtered to survive.
The hunter he became to stay alive.
Yet in the minus degree, she arrives.
He uses every last strength to shrive, to thrive.
He understood now it was pointless running from her.
She was like a shadow, together they were
inseparable from birth destined to be long term friends.
He could finally feel the warmth transcend
as she embraced him with love like a girlfriend.
As with all stories, this one shared the same fate
and came to an end.
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No man is an island, yet the island acts like a man. Each is in the same pool under one name, each celebrating an independent name. Where one from ten is zero, so everyone fights for fame.
Yet when we look at each other, there is a commonality in our culture, ancestors from the same cloth with a slight difference in the colour since we come from the same broth, some with unique patterns or additional fabrics but woven from the same organic.
The men are now older. Their children are crying for their dirty diapers to be changed. The parents shout, "Shut up now before I give you something to cry about!" The foreigners abroad say, "How strange?" The adolescents with ambitions set out on a journey to receive honours that only nobles are deemed worthy. Even after their children return knighted, the elderly with their bodies dimly lit in their final words, shout their independent name, stinging those that celebrate that name.-
Close your eyes,
inhale from your
nose. Breathe out
slowly till the gates
to your speech are
close. Bring awareness
to the mind as you
see the white lines.
Let it manifest as
the air feels the chest.
Watch the thoughts,
as awareness is on the
breath. In and out,
let the universe guide
the chalk, as thoughts
become a blackboard.-
He gets intoxicated by her looks. She gets traps by the spells of his lies. The lies that open her thighs. The thighs that propel him to moments of ecstasy. She thinks it's energy but he knows it's just exotic bodily chemistry. Captivating connectivity by the worldly desire of temporary materials, emotions and bodily pleasures. A couple of moments of intimacy across our vast timeline. In the end, you have to ask yourself: "Does it liberate the soul through a commitment that is not always blissful?" OR "Is it a fabricated bond created to obtain a worldly illusion?"
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In the night sky the moon rotates around a globe in perfect alignment until its lights are revealed as it takes off its robe. Rays blast down upon humanity creating a reaction of divine connectivity. Oneness of all in the realisation that we are universal energy, one essence just experience it in different dimension of the process we see as a separate synergy called life.
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The thoughts slowly leak as the burden reaches a boiling peak. It manifests into a knife ready to sever the windpipe by one last footstep leading to the final chapter of this life. The pain comforting but tears from the eyes lids still forming. Thought flooding about whether to quit or contemplating all the pain to commit.
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I reflect on the reality that the eyes see.
The beauty, the imperfection that is me.
A double ganger watching reality of thy genetics, circumstance, inheritance and the self that can only be....me.-