A Blatant Truth
Here I walk on tender grounds, contesting the beliefs of so many devotees of religions and philosophies, yet nefarious deceptions
Read moreHere I walk on tender grounds, contesting the beliefs of so many devotees of religions and philosophies, yet nefarious deceptions
Read moreThere is a duality of purpose here on earth. As with most change, there is a pendulum swing to extremes
Read moreWe fashion our darkest ills, fear the hooded highwayman accosting all our dreams, and we buckle under weight of panic,
Read moreHow do you know, how do I show you the way, when you cannot see past a day, a momentary
Read moreNarrow views and ignited cues see contentions rise, when challenged our beliefs synchronized with truth, so debate we may our
Read moreBelief is a powerful thing, despite truth, despite what it brings, belief blinkers our view, and in context gathers opinion
Read moreSporadic the sprays of vilification’s spit, hatred concealed in political plays, the grit of propaganda’s cold intent, vetted in timing
Read moreThe grooves are deep, the paths long and straight, and each time that echo reverberates, sitting in that groove am
Read moreAs misted clouds glide silently by and sanguine thoughts attest the sky, as sun does edge with shards of light,
Read moreAppearance so spellbinding, each glimmer, a smile compiling intentions on fire and subtlety bereft, this adept killing of truths kept
Read moreBreak my wings and I shall rise like a phoenix, soul the flight of tender freedom, and wings just a
Read moreHeretics my friends, atheists make no amends, and crackpot esoteric s just muddle the stage, philosophy all poker-faced, and theology
Read moreWithout reservation I encumber my choices with reason, untethered from the will of ego and open to peripheral views of
Read moreSeated on the throne of deceit, what possible truth could one see, and in that pretense and delusion of control,
Read moreGnarled will emerges, torn scars of iterative past, bleeding eyes from defeats last as echoes, the screaming knell of death,
Read moreFalling is but freedom, a release from bounds, and as fleeting as it is, it is a glimpse, a moment,
Read moreCHAPTER TWENTY-SIX Discipline/Structure Without discipline we are a mass of fractured thoughts and whims, searching in vein for resolution, but
Read moreA ponderous thought weighs down the moment with a sense of foreboding, and glancing back I see no past in
Read moreShallow minds pledge definitive trust, when lies fall so easily from their thin lips, and placation is an easy twist,
Read moreHistory represents scripted events that have been played out as planned and never left to chance. I am not a
Read moreCONTO V As high sun did wane and cliff did shadow, atop that jagged escarpment, they saw a mass of
Read moreThe premise being that thought
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