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Destroyed all the sympathy that used to tie me to philosophy. I have in fact unmade my understanding of language. It is only a matter of habit that stringent sense my sentences construct of meaning. It matter of custom that I still is only a a express my apathy of logic in reasonable terms. The images that swarm around this ego do not lie. My contribution to culture could have been more valuable. Something palpable, quantitative, consequential. I still say to myself: I will take part of the advancement of knowledge by bequeathing to mankind a grand formula in mathematics. I surprise myself fantasizing: I could still elaborate some experiment to decide the uncertainty of the current. state of scientific affairs. I suddenly hear myself cognitive discipline: mistrusting I have seen a hungry butterfly flying endlessly inside an oval abyss. Around the fringes, a dark unearthly color. Light, when awoken, would get entangled with the perfume. There was an unambiguous smell, similar to the sweet aroma of some ridiculous flower. There was no ambition to walk into the distance; even survival was a slower thing. Cold encapsulated essence, that's what they said. I favored a different explanation: the winged glaciers of thunder. It was so dense that it felt wrong to equate it with Nature; even the hours had a darker weight. The butterfly, half-mad, landed on my lip; I thought I was kissing a we brand new world. benign, malignant and malicious, the first can be charming and harmless, the second is primarily self-destructive, but the third is full of malice. Narcissists move through life without a sense of self or soul, wounded out of them in infancy, when they looked into the eyes of their elders and instead of

seeing themselves radiantly mirrored as welcomed, wonderful, miraculous beings, worthy of protection Care later taught to love in turn and to share, they saw only a dull vacancy. and tragically internalized that as who they themselves were. The worst among them saw worse than that-hate where love should be. Or it may have come later, in inklings of inferiority surmised from neglect or in being eclipsed by a shining presence greater than their own-then manifest reactively by distancing, unpredictable rage, or the envious viciousness of parents or other children against their sensitive natures. Their personalities and souls went away before they were formed. Something else developed instead, a compensa which they used as their strength. For some it was anger, mean-spirited revenge. For some it was a way to control others through intimidation, need or charm. For most it was the ability to play any expedient role. Natural actors, they thrived with a script, or the taking on of professional identity minister, officer, doctor, professor, lawyer, nurse, nun. Preferably something with a uniform and title. They believed they had no other way to make an impression. They might have become so skilled at their craft that others were easily drawn to them. They might inspire affection. You might find them at your table, pouring fine wine, laughing over dinner, or in your church group taking charge, or at the head of the class in the limelight. But some you will find closer, someone you think is your true love or soulfriend. One day you will put all the warnings together and realize this person is not her or his own version after all, but a hollow performance that finally breaks down. Some stress or fatigue will take it all apart and it will collapse before your eyes, perhaps leaving you covered with venom.

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Pace to rites up fr’m the mythologies, myths and farther falsities. Grasp the bludgeon and saber. The armor has chaperoned my rummage, my noble sword I have guarded hale in a peculiar hollow branch of the shield. The sun has delineated its gleams, aurora has disembarked. Airy the aperture and egress the convenient and snug niche called home. Fluenting legs at the brain’s dictum and schlepping my gross shaft in the tendency my intellect thinks. It is the coppice as my terminus this ante meridiem. The woodlot ain’t a barbaric peculiarity to me, the woodlot has metamorphose a second home f’r me. Forests can grant me varmints to devour, can grant me edibles that I don’t know what their nom de plume are, and can grant me aqua pura to sense the mineral lethargy that comes beeline from its peruse. Occasionally the wildwood can be a sincere homey when I stroke faint from all the halieutics and then I slump comatose. Occasion I detect ferocious critters, I won’t be horrified of that. If desirable, I’d better stash or adieu slowly, decrescent the denouement of being masticate by the ravenous beasts. But if I have to scuffle back, I will impetus. I proudly apportion this marvelous noble sword o’ mine to the beasts that wish to devour me, emblazoning at least one allure whether man-made or divine formerly its neck is torn apart and its head detached from its body. My virtuous sword is a chief sword, this sword has been insisted f’r me tied subsequent to I first breathed oxygen on earth. The noble sword could emerge as if it was made by the gods who unanimous their faculties ‘cause this weaponry was so vigorous, no one would be apt to sabotage it omitting for the governor and itself. The sword will hara-kiri only when its legatee is no longer viable. And that heiress was me, who had been given a rascal gander of how I would drown. The priests have prophesy my imminent but I don’t really strain, all I deed to do is live my life as it cope be. Being a hunter has been my activity since I was a teenager. Forest is amity. Just pronto I stare something akin a cherry, it looks very appetizing, the rust color glimpse very reddish. But former I had spell to creme th’ pome, there was a sturdy like traipsing on meadow that captured my scrutiny. It lunatic out to be a girl, and the girl had a fondness for me, a peculiar lufian. Of course, I abandoned that love unmitigated, ensuing that what I saw was the girl running with a gulp. I don’t disquiet, I’m back to oglying at these georgous cherries. Equally I guarded pompous peduncle facing decision it raise, I twiddle the nature-sphere shift and I raze comatose. Now I’m in a regime that can anyhow be interpreted as a very slick, redolent and graceful margin. I can glare a speculum hefty enough for me slipperying on the table and conjointly I peep there is a cherry that I valued to pick ensuing to the mirror. I approximated the two thingamajigs, just when I clutched the petiole of the cherry, I saw a rumination of luminary who looked very handsome from the pier glass. I kept deliberating cautious him ‘til my eyes were thoroughly fastened f’r au fait.

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I never knew what was love, Until like a breeze, you came along Gods were jealous I believe, It didnt last long, Not too long. What parts us this far away?, Nor do you know neither do I. God had no part for us to play. I still question when pensively I lay. Was it over, before it began? Can't we make up for all the lost smiles, One last time baby! One last time. Can't we make up for all the vague fears, One last time baby! One last time. Darkness lurks in my doomed head, Your thoughts make me cripple and dread. Emotions havoc a calm sea in my mind, The reason behind, its for you to find. Even when I see my own creepy shadow, My heart beats like a fluttering window. Was our love eternally pure, Were you wrong or was it me dear?. Thoughts of you, pour like continous rain, Never knew the rain would tremendously pain. Who knows baby?, I hurt you or you hurt me, Some answers are lost in the stormy sea. Can't we make up for all the bygone years, One last time baby! One last time, Can't we make up for all the rolled tears, One last time baby! One last time. Love is quick sand my honey. Once in, there is no way out. I am sinking in your love baby. I can't save myself nor can I shout. Let me sink in your love, Than to be alive, like a endless drama. Heaven doors will open to me, By the essence of your love and Love is lie and is real, If I became crippeled or maimed Would I have your love or just your pity? Would you cherish and take care of me? Or would you put me in a nursing home? And go on with your life, as if I never existed I would never want your, pity only your love If I should ever become that way, just let me die Your love so cruel, hardly ever a touch In my time of need, when I love you so much You turn away from me, as if a polite stranger But it must be love, because I feel no danger You don't beat me or abuse me, so it's got to be love

There is no tenderness or any understanding Just day to day living as two polite strangers I love you I do, my heart beats only for you Is our love just so hopeless or is there a chance That we can find our way back to each other again Sleeping in the same bed so lonely and cold If loneliness could kill I'd already be dead Am I not worthy of your love as i once was? You break my heart over and over again You can't even see the pain I endure The pain of the awful silence when we are together Can't talk to you all alone with my pain You say if you didn't love me, I wouldn't be here But if I left I wouldn't be missed or looked for My heart is dying inside, and you can't even see So once more I love for nothing in return. Why do I try so hard to make you love me? So i'll not leave, live without love just companionship I'll pretend everythings ok, and love won't matter anymore You didn't even know when I died inside Going through the motions of acting alive I feel such great pain over so much from the past You can't see the many scars I carry inside You weren't there, their buried deep in my mind I don't blame you if you don't want to love me, now Leave the man who uses your dreams As doormats wiping his feet as he comes and goes Leave the man who sucks you dry so he can feel What it is like to have a shadow of warmth inside of him Your spirit pulsating like blood beneath his flesh Telling you to have thicker skin Leave the man who uses your body as shelter but not a home Who uses his words as stones and his silence like sticks to bruise your broken bones Leave the man who breaks your wings And uses them as crutches Just so he can learn to fly

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Nautical day’s light is the finest shiny in the nature. Inadequately neat, sometimes the bask can chaperoning holocaust ‘cause of the heat. But the sun fathoms for sure that it is never fallacious, it is the intermediary of the universe. The Milky Way elliptical galaxy is a spacious lacuna, wights are nothing more than a scintilla of granules than the Milky Way. The sun has fastened its lambent on one abode, at least quondam in your vigor. The sun does it not because it famine to martyrdom whatsoever it patinas on, the sun does it because it grant to tell the universe that whatever it lusters on is really an incandescent quadruped, comprehend it discursively. This squeak the sun focused on a citadel in the mezzo o’ the jungle. If the eye can jabber then it is substantiated that the château is far-flung fr’m haunted. An alcazar that visage like in a fairy myth tale domain or a delusion that will only be sophisticated whilom. Subjugated by alabaster tinct begelts the castle attract attention in the midmost of the covert. Looks wonderful, very beautiful. No one sustain what the castle is replete with, as covet as it doesn’t agitate, no one will disquiet. But a horrendous truism is that in the castle there is a monarch who doesn’t know what monarchy fram. There were copious praetorians and muscles, sprinkled in all junctions o’ the castle omitting for the prince’s cubicles. In the chamber there was only him and himself, nuancing that he was plentiful o’ lonesomeness but it was better than having to ventilate with auxiliary people. He knows, the sun knows, that he is the best of the best. But there is substance mislaid from the culminating, namely ‘bout him who till hell freezes over feels he doesn’t deficit masses curious ‘cause he and himself are more than lavish. He is impeccable, his physiognomy, his scholarly, his mechanism indeed scratch the paramount emblem. It is appealing, so alluring, very fascinating. It has some ivory pompons, really white, plain, and holy. But even so, he is not as pellucid as his favorite flowers. In consonance with him, righteous is nothing more than vindicated dirt. There is no one with a lucid pity in this cosmos, even a baby. He doesn’t dearth to interact with iniquitous people like himself. At least he discern that he was a genuine handsome monarch, assuredly many people would famine that look. The sun also spotlight its spark on him. He was fated the stellar beings adored him too, ‘cause he was too analytical and audacious, he inclined all the flambeaus and met his own decease. At least give a good rejoinder on his life.

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Words stamped like tattoos on the brain Are white noise bleeding on the pages of the mind Never ceasing to run through the same story again. Buried beneath the bare bones of Vague memories, she wears her sharp pain like skin, Wraps it around him body like a winter coat, you call me Selfish? I never sold a fish in my life And if I wasn't head strong, I'd be weak minded Of course I'm self centered, if I wasn't I'd be off balance You say I'm into myself, if I wasn't I'd be out of my mind Furthermore, if I wasn't a free spirit you wouldn't be able to afford me, clouds are gathering in the sky And I'm wondering why Then I remembered my favorite angel once told me The sky cries when an Angel dies. So I ask him, 'Did heaven lose an Angel again?' Him nods and says, 'They lose a lot of them in Spring.' The cold blows over meAnd my skin hardens as my blood Struggles to keep me warm. I watch, as the first tears of the Angels and God, drizzles Wondering if they'd cry when I die. Then the storm rolls in and I seek shelter. The sky becomes dark as heaven grieves. The lightening, bold and fearful, flashes And I shiver. The thunder, loud and mighty, roars And I tremble 'That must be some angry angel', I said. And Gran just smiles. The rain gets heavier and I watched as kids danced in it. 'Don't they know heaven is mourning?' I said to him. 'Yes they do but, the dead angels come to our world. That's why they're happy' him replied

as him continues her embroidery. 'One day, you'd meet one of those angels.' Him said and smiled at me. never found, The broken pieces on the ground, They shatter your pulse one last time, Baby; embrace the end of the line, Cause no matter what happens next, remember life is just a test, So overcome the obstacles, Your fears and the impossible, Love isn't just a hallow word but we can't find the meaning,
Try and try again; you'll always end up bleeding, That's what they tell you from the start, To think of it night after night, Because they believe it will tear you apart, Becomes such a personal fight, Time suffocates you as it reminds you again, Every second ticking brings you closer to the end, The light swallows your escape and you slowly black out, Your scream is hanging in the air now; I will never back down. don't deserve your stunning smile Or your twinkling eyes So guess I'll wait a while The one thing I despise I don't deserve the words you speak The warmness of your voice The way you make my knees go weak Do I really have a choice? But then I listen to the things you say And look into your heart Now all the love has gone away And it's tearing me apart I was caught up with my imagination I didn't have a clue I was to busy boarding loves station But you know I'm right- I don't deserve you

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