You lead your life watching
For that day just waiting
Perservere you know you must
Grinding earth and stone to dust
A sad path it is to take
To walk the road in Devil's wake
Wear it down you must do
Bear the miles till all's run through
Witness you do the passing of night
Under the gleam of pale moonlight
Touring the city of the dead
In boots of steel and cloak of lead
Until it comes the day awaited
When soul's unclung and body remitted
With smile or frown you whisk away
Unburdened of judgement delayed
My principles are dying.
The whole world is breaking apart. Rather, my whole world is breaking.
Who's to blame for this?
What's there to blame?
Circumstances? Principles ought to be the guiding light through the maze of life's circumstances. They should never be snuffed out by situations faced along the way. If they do, it's all my fault for letting it happen.
People? Have the people around me contributed to the bending of my principles? All of them saying "it's alright." Their incessant proddings nad suggestions. Their guidance. Well, had I stood by my principles, and never wavered, it would still hold firm. That still makes it my fault.
Perhaps it's fear? Fear of being ostracised or punished. Fear of being judged may have been what shattered the foothold of my principles on my life. If that were the case, then it is the fault of the coward that my principles are gone. My fault.
Temptations break me too easily. I can barely hold on to my principles perhaps. Still my fault.
No matter what the reason, it's all my fault. That much is established.
What are principles?
Conditions. Rules to live by. Principles are my purpose for existing.
My purpose for existing...
And I have let my purpose die. My principles in life are gone thanks to me. My principles are dead. And so am I.
Sunrise on pale blue sea
Dress the clouds in vermillion gleam
Denote the passing of twilight
At the edge of orange seams
The call of waking morning
Utters out a name
Whose smile clear as day
Puts nature's light to shame
In the chill of morning's air
Drifting close to leafy dew
The smell of warmth penetrates
Exotic heat and cold eschewed
The touch of warmth you exhude
Blankets me in radiant cold
Fluctuating between the two
Keeping me constantly on my toes
To the lapping of the waves
Morning seagulls sing
Swaying past incoming breeze
Songs fading in the wind
Your voice I hear in my wake
Sends tingles all through me
Drowning out all else to date
Setting my trembling soul at ease
Day's beginning holds me high
Lighting the way for the rest
Under the shimmering orange
I felt my very best
But oh to hold you near
Hear your heart beat after beat
It's all I'll ever need my dear
To taste the joy heaven's kiss
Between two moments can exist a million thoughts.
What are thoughts? What generates them? Do they have any physical signs of existence?
Electrical pulses within the brain generates information and coagulates them; storing memories and thoughts for later reference. A process ultimately named intelligence. Hardwired neurons transfer thoughts and communicate ideas in the brain. A complex circuitry much like the computer. How much of it is similar?
If the brain were as said to be a mere organic computer, would that not mean that thoughts function as per programs and softwares? Mere computations derived of electrical pulses.
Neurons bursting with energies tell our bodies how to react and what to think. How much control do we really have over what we think or do or even feel?
Millions of cells make up our earthen bodies. Do we really exert any control off these microorganisms or are they the ones really in control of what we do and how we think?
We are like kings ruling over a single country with millions of microorganisms at our bidding. Yet a king isn't always the lord of his followers. There have been tales of kings who were mere puppets set upon the throne as dolls to be controlled by their advisors and such.
Advisors who whispered ideas and suggestions. Ideas and suggestions that at the end of the day become known as the king's own.
Do neurons do that to us? Are our thoughts manifestations of millions of tiny little single-celled organisms?
Each mental picture we generate and every single brain activity recorded is set in motion by electrical pulses. Pulses made by different neurons. Neurons that react to conditions. Neurons that seem to know when to do what they do. Neurons that are perhaps independent of our control.
Picture these neurons as our advisors; flaring up to tell us when we're being hurt or tickled or caressed. Our main source of information and knowledge. What can we do without our neurons?
Can we possibly have any thoughts without them flaring up?
Are any of our thoughts really our own? Satan threatened to lure man away from the straight path through whispers of temptations from every side. Could he have meant the neurons and nervous systems of our body? Did he mean our thoughts?
Between two moments can exist millions of thoughts. How many of those are truly the thoughts of you as a sole spiritual being? How many of them are electrical pulses generated without your conscious consent by those neurons beyond your control?
Thoughts anyone?
I could whisper to you my love
Words flowery and sweet
I could tell you tales
Of how you make my heart skip a beat
I would shower you with kisses
Drop down on my knees for you my dearest
If that were all it takes to prove your worth
Then a million more I would do my love
Shower you with passion and longing
Embrace you with care deserving of a queen
Give to you all that I can
You will be my everything
But of course you already are
My sun and star
My food and air
You my love are my life
These words I utter come from the heart
Not a single syllable's a lie
Believe you me when I say
These feelings grow stronger with each passing day
Each thump of my aching heart
With breath accompanying
Screams out with passion
Calling out your name
Thoughts of you flood my mind
Close to the point of bursting
You whom I cannot leave behind
You who I am still here loving
Years may go on by
Still my heart will stay true
Be my emotions accepted or returned
My love will always be for you
Even if I should see you go
Watch my heart shatter without your glow
And drown as I may without your presence
You will always be to me my love
My one and only
My queen of hearts
And above all
My everything
:::amid the shadows of trancendence:::
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