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Broken

“If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.”

_ EH

 

Ashes and promises share a bond
Through the winds of change
Words are blown away
When visions that should be
Are tattooed in your mind
The power to let go
Is sometimes hard to find

The answer cannot be found
In the writing of others
Or the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories
We find ourselves confined

Claws so razor sharp
Ripping at the spirit

Promises a potential to hurt
Is anything real?
When forever is to be until
Deep inside, in the world of empty words…
No escaping from those haunting
Empty words…

Do you ever feel it?
A craving that is so strong
To by thought rewind in order to find

Expectations that shined through the doubt
That soon would turn into the price
Of what a word will be worth
When tomorrow comes
To be and we are left
Standing on our own-
And seeing what is real…

The answer cannot be found
In the writing of others
Or the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories
We find ourselves confined

Claws so razor sharp
Ripping at the spirit

 

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Following the Sun

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Following the sun, to find the one
Who’s giving you the wings to fly
Following the sun, the golden one
Losing sense for space and time
Can you feel the waves of life
(Can you) hear the sigh of love
Do you believe in it ?
Following the sun, just for the one
Till you’ll find the door you thought
Following the
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So Many Trifles and Too Much Time

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Tower to endless tower,

dust per miss the light.

So Many Trifles and too much time…

we toil, we ravage

this the forage to arrive.

 

Arise.

 

The badge of high.

The lofts of significance,

’tis but an inessential plot to land

some pinnacle position.

But devices of desire,

naught are the wonders to belief.

Heed thyself amongst the autogenous plight.

 

Forget not…

the point is plunge.

 

 

Ewe,

a machine of desire

many are the trifles, barren time.

 

 

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Myths and Facts

Historical Revisionism

“Can The Truth Ever Be Truly Captured”?

 

For every “fact” there is a “myth” and for every “myth”, there is a “story” based in “fact”. Revisionism is the logical step towards the progression of upward thought, away from the constructs of “fact or myth.”  Whatever may be held as “truth” must be questioned relentlessly.  What is left are the words that continue a “story”and the notion that “reality” is no more “fact” then “myth”.  Time is the weight that the world must bear. Eternity is the “truth” that neither “fact” or “myth” can eradicate.

 

“Maintaining the hatreds and passions of the past prevents genuine reconciliation and lasting peace. The Auschwitz extermination story originated as World War II propaganda. And all wartime propaganda, unless hatred and passion are to have the final word, must be viewed critically. It is high time to take a more objective look at this highly polemicized chapter of history.”

http://www.ihr.org/leaflets/auschwitz.shtml

 

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It’s Steeper Near the Roses

 

 

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The climb and the cleft,

the Narrow spaces of

widened divinity.

In respire to reach

for the shallowest of breath.

Among the decay,

this heightened sensitivity in the handle.

This  easefull mortal vellum’s escape.

The sheerest of scales,

which hides beneath the common fleece.

The severing mark,

leading guile unto guise.

Inward, the climb and the cleft

The narrowest space of

widened divinity.

In this steepening mount,

The broadening view .

Climb materialize cleft.

The Narrow Space,

Eternity Unbound.

 

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Antique To The Northern Wanderer

 

Thou hast crossed over torrents, and swung through wide-spreading ocean,–
Over the chain of the Alps dizzily bore thee the bridge,
That thou might’st see me from near, and learn to value my beauty,
Which the voice of renown spreads through the wandering world.
And now before me thou standest,–canst touch my altar so holy,–
But art thou nearer to me, or am I nearer to thee?

 

~ S