Poets-and-Warriors

Dear Mind, You have been in pain. You cannot seem to make a decision on your next steps. I've been frustrated by your inability to let go of the past. I'll admit I've played my part in harming you with pressure and put downs. Please forgive me for I truly want our peace, I am guilty of losing my patience. I will work harder at understanding your process. At listening to your plans and executing them accordingly. I trust in your ability to make logical decisions. Sincerely yours, heart Dear Heart, You are reckless, irrational, ridiculous and dramatic. I can't seem to find the logic in your whims. However, your choices are exciting and memorable. Your passion puts me in awe. It still unsettles me; I can't seem to follow how you have come up with your decisions. I am lost and unsure. I would politely request for your comfort and reassurance. Sincerely yours, Mind Dear Mind, Of course, I would give you comfort and reassurance. I care for you even when I am antsy about where we are

The fading Fae wanted one last dance; Spying her was the Will o’ the Wisp, Floating by, luminous in the distance. The Fae was given new life and new light, But the price… She’s more damned Than those in these mangroves at night. The Siren Fae sways, and helpless feet follow Down to The Beacon of the Bayou Where everyone may come, but none may go. “Finders Keepers” is his motto, his due; He’s The Puppet-master, The Illusionist, The Will o’ the Wisp, The Beacon of the Bayou.

She was supposed to be right; love was supposed to win, and the world was supposed to be a loving, kind place. That's what she was told; that's what she told herself. That's what she believed. I write because I was wrong, but mostly because love and kindness isn't. I write because I still have hope, and hope does something. When I've been in so much pain, when I write this poem in pain, Hope looks me in the eyes and says "do something." Hope can't fix everything, but when hope inspires to do something... And I see I wasn't supposed to be right, I was just supposed to do something after I was wrong.

Darling, Read my sleeve, Writ bold and beating, Plain to see: I love you. I love you. I am in love with you! Vertiginous, Fearful and giddy, My past never prepared me For these foreign hallowed heights Your very presence takes me to. If I fall, Fall with me. Wordless, Out of breath and begging, Read my sleeve, Writ bold and beating, Plain to see: I love you! I love you! Darling, Read my sleeve, These living words are shorn Of all but hope and pure sincerity, Writ bold and beating; Do you see? I am falling; As I fall, fall with me. I love you. I love you. I am in love with you! —————————————————

“Beautiful,” proclaim others of our blazing inner light. “What beauty?” We wonder, as it burns down our fragile house of pride. Casting shadows in our minds — forever noontime small — pinned in the cracks on the well-worn sidewalk that others tread upon, but none so heavily, carelessly, or so often as ourselves. The shadows change and shift — distorted images in the mind — a Funhouse inferno of broken bulbs and melting mirrors. We believe in what we see, giving power to Truth or to Illusion. This is the pitfall of Perfectionism, the danger of Doubt, and the reality of the hidden depths of the unreal world of Self-esteem.

Name your wait I don't want to talk about it we shouldn't have to feel this way I've said it before still don't feel like I'm being genuine make it easy for wanting more you have to get your sentence in

Wer glaubt, etwas sei nicht nur böse gegenüber jemandem, sondern böse in sich selbst: ist böse. Alle sozialen Normen auszublenden, wäre das Beste, was gegen das Böse unternommen werden könnte. Argumente sind vom Teufel. Man kann entweder nach Macht streben, oder man kann nach Macht streben, indem man nach den Herzen der Menschen strebt. Die größten Fehler erschließen sich immer erst, nachdem es schon längst zu spät ist. Es ist mir unbegreiflich, wie intelligente, erwachsene Leute imaginäre Freunde haben können. Ich hoffe aber: dass diese imaginären Freunde einfach nur etwas sind, das sie sich „gönnen.“ Wie sie sich alles andere: auch schon „gegönnt“ haben. So lange es Menschen gibt, wird es niemals Humanität geben. Wohl aber: dieses Wort. Religion und Obskurantismus ist ein und dasselbe. Oder wäre das zumindest, wäre letzteres kein Fachausdruck des ersteren. (Nämlich einer, der immer nur andere Religionen beschreibt.) Der Grad, in dem westliche Länder vielfältiger werden, ist