A Crown Once Forgotten.

They find it amusing to be 'in.' To speak, act, and dress; overall to be as popular culture would. There is an existing flow but why to swim along it? Truly, there should be praise for originality in an age where everything is. Known for righting wrongs, aligning misaligns, and praising beauty, to what extent must there be an active search, and doubt, should there be victory? Luck, it is called, to leave decisions to chance; a mix-matching of events building up to destined doings. DENYING Luck, believing self empowerment; full force of effort guided by goals or desires alike. We must learn to worship beauty...

... my heart darkens for pagan like thoughts, but with

Beauty comes the desire for peace, modernism, birth of a competitive era challenging minds to depths of thoughts yet unexplored. Let there be separation of minds, grouped according to common prejudice. Prisoners imprisoned for discrimination allowed opportunities to express their hate, by mutual hate, so then even blood shed shall have merit for purity. Step forward then the, (e.g., gracious, elegant, confident, sexual) devotees of beauty. The imperfect shall be perfected.

Allow me a chance to live for a worthy Queen, or marry a Royal mind.

Last Month.

A given chance to begin anew.

Write A Petition.

Something dark exists within, radiating its' hatred, amplifying harboured anger. This darkness came after hope is filtered through the realities of the world, realizing  that some dreams cannot come true, nothing is fair, and that the future is unpredictable.

Claw the eyes of Beauty, eat the heart of Joy, and steal all from Possession. Rope around neck, fling over a cliff while burning Fear. 

There can be greater misfortunes and evil, but this is real.

I pray for Purpose, wisdom, and change to come. 

Candle, It Took Just One.

Good, great, gone.

The start, the climb, and the peak looping through too quickly it has left me curious of what is to come.

Of recent years, I have full believe in the action reaction consequence of being human in this universe.

That being said, intuitively, I may, or I could be preparing myself for something that is to come.

Death, I have seen Your doing. Life, I have witnessed Your marvel. 

Might I add to both, too soon. Alas, who can argue!

It is my life, this is my time, our fragility.

Happy Birthday Darren.

Distasteful Teabag.

Just to pour some,

... how people change is amazing to watch, but if I continue staying in this state of awareness then it would be one of the best learning experiences for me.

I imagine taking the alpha role, dropping the queen title, and just blaze in passion for what seems to always last only a night. To pump my body up, squaring my jaw, shortening the length of my complexity but just be, straight and easy.

Hard conversations with people who are great in denial, but have the love for drama and trueness of self identity. It amazes me how much I am fond of them, because I see a little of myself in them. Perhaps, it could be a sense of belonging to the world, all the cultures I had absorbed in process of finding self.

Let me correct a wrong choice of word following popularity in usage; 'finding'. I believe in creation.

Stay, I say to myself, "Stay!"

Dive in deep, and swim down the darkest depths, and discover the newness of a reality none are comfortable with, in understanding.

Let there be love, then, too.

A Night Of Reluctance.

Today, yet similar to days before.

One can only imagine how the fingers of time caresses all of us, gently along each square piece of skin that serves no use but an expensive cover to our privates, thoughts and being unmistaken for a separation that neither desires another breath of strain which has been previously caressed. Might one venture straight onwards in a path that visuals interpret as, but straight, wide, the horizons stretching in circular radiuses when to end shall one reverse all beginnings. Look deep, one may urge another, to dive the lights down internally where rivers of blood importantly beam the veins, transforming the shaken unforeseen present, humbly, foetus like, releasing a moment. Plant this kiss on the surface of evidence, puckered lips whispering truths of affection.

Beg not.

I receive change, my blessings, my answers, yet how do I quench the crave for waters of true wisdom simultaneously resting this innate mind-self of constant battle with the frustrating air of depression that only serves its master, the ever forcing gravity.

Lay still.

No Longer A Secret.

All must cease. The whiteness of pages is perfect, anything written on is perfect, because nothing is perfect, therefore, perfection is an illusion. Either we exist, or we don't. Emotions cannot be deceived. How much farther down can hatred be suppressed? How much fear must be felt until no longer can emotions control being? Move with my consciousness. Move with my hate. The whole world can be hidden behind a mask. An apathetic face, or mask. Love is now protection, and stability. It is something given to people, which amounts to less than the fingers on a hand. The world is evil. The world deserves its judgement. I wish to see it judged. Including my own punishments, and rewards, should I have any. Not a care, but the care of being right, just. Not a care but the care of life for my loved ones. Not a care but the care that the rest must cease to exist. If it includes me, I surrender. Meaningless, biological bodies, lie since birth to fulfil a purpose... false! Truth of the present, it is here. With I, with all whom I hate. There is only one. A connection inside everything. Truly it is there, an action birth consequence. Truly, connection is the Beginning. And the End, when It comes.