Fall not for me

 I wish you fall not for me, I am not what I seem to be.

A desolate devil doomed to despair, in the deepest darkness of an eternal affair.

O I love you so very much, but fall not for me.

In the distant clouds my spirits wander, I sail across the open sea.

You are my dearest little girl, but fall not for me.

You shall see not the world so dreary, the devil dwelling in melancholy.

O my most adorable little rose, fall not for me.

I am bound to soar alone into nothingness, perhaps after death we shall see.

Yet what freedom have we – when such force is beyond our will to be?

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O! Stupidity!

Stupidity is everywhere. O! Stupidity is everywhere.

Stupidity is everywhere, it overwhelms me.

Stupidity floods the banks, I cannot escape from this whirlpool.

I am not a romantic bourgeois, but O! Stupidity is everywhere.

It is in local gatherings, in the social media.

It is in the farmlands, and in the academia.

Stupidity is everywhere. O! You sad insecure creatures!

Stupidity is everywhere. O! You rash ignorant fools!

Stupidity pollutes the air, I am suffocating.

Stupidity poisons the mind, I am nauseating.

Why is stupidity everywhere?

What is stupidity?

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All turns to me when they are in gloom; who may I turn to when I suffer doom ? I am no saint, nor ought I to be. Why must I be so kind yet be tormented in agony? O! Death, only if you may take me without the slightest sound. How must I live, when I cannot even bear the sound of a single note, the sight of anything more than emptiness? I wish nothingness, staring at a white canvas in silence. I want my existence to diminish from my consciousness. I wish less consciousness. O lord help me! My mind tells me to eat yet my body lacks the appetite to move; I shall fall asleep yet my spirit stirs my mind with pain and sorrows. I am in a state of overt consciousness, yet without any freedom! This is the anti-human condition. I am a prisoner pinned onto the wall of a cold dark cave, with only the company of the candle flame and a mirror. I stare into the mirror, seeing the reflection of my body in chains and thorns. I try to call yet I have no voice. I may only stare at the mirror, in which the reflection of my being dwells. I have lost even the freedom to die.

I wish that this is all a dream. I wish that I am a brain in a vat. I wish that the sceptic is right.

To be human one must suffer. The more human one becomes the more suffering one must endure. The one who does not suffer have not a caring heart.

‘What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.’ Strength cannot be acquired by abandoning one’s humanity. The abandonment of one’s humanity creates the illusion of strength for it rids one of all the senses. Strength is the ability to endure pain, to have a heart that is most vulnerable, yet still burns even after suffering much pain. Thus such a heart also forgives, and forgives unconditionally.

Published in: on 11/10/2014 at 5:34 PM  Leave a Comment  

Larry in B minor – Afterthoughs and Reflections, the Master of Deception

‘The curse of a genius is that we do not belong in this world, in this age.’

I You have great powers, far beyond your own imagination.

I am first and foremost, an explorer, an adventurer. My heart craves for freedom and my mind has a curiosity beyond that of the wildest child. The darker side of me, yearns for a journey, beyond the mountains, under the sea. But you see, in the light I stand a statue of the most delightful folk, in a town of peaceful acquaintances, drinking and eating. On the two ends they pull me, in a manner most demanding; they torture me, yet they cannot tore me, for they are but a divided desire. The ground beneath me split under their forces, an abyss into which I stare. It stares back at me. I am forbidden from all and from my own very halt. You shall decide my fate, for the words with which to me you speak shall guide. The time has stopped, yet it shall have no difficulties in proceeding when given its key.

II I love the mechanisms. They were never here, and will no longer be.

I was always a man of nature. I loved nature, and I loved discovering her secrets. I pursued her with a romantic affection, an ideal too childish for the taste of modernity. In our times, but not our times. In a time when all the arts are abandoned, and we have turned away from nature. Humanity continued its journey, never quite reaching it; but diverged before it realises. Away we have turned from the gates of the gardens, toward a self-governed world of artefacts, of both nature and man. Perhaps too much understanding for my own good, but never was knowing existence my intention. I love mysteries. I fell into this existential angst only due to its necessity. It is a sin. My exercising of this overly human will, the freedom that I have embraced and acted upon. Humans do not exist, only lesser beings do. We all walk our paths towards being human, but we never quite reach it.

‘Music has arrived too early, and too late. Too early for her long fermata; too late for its possibility.’

8 October 2014

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Shall I entice you with my letter of a fragrance most tender?

Shall the stars sing in harmony for a most delightful quaver?

A poet shall free his verses, soon the birds must fly. 

In the garden of moon dust, the flowers shall not hide.

What is a man but the power of the will?

What good is a man save the beauty of a quill?

Such sweet sweet dreams in the heart of a book.

My most majestical mystery in memories I look.

Dwelling in our story of colourful blooms.

O! My dear darling. May I be your groom?

Published in: on 07/10/2014 at 7:27 PM  Leave a Comment