Filosofia

Don't choke the love out of me prodding incessantly for words and expressions; I know you hoped my love for you would move me to speak in gushes of verse, but if the river were to dry neither you nor I could force it to do otherwise; your frantic pales of spilling water, your harrowing spades would only deepen the wound in the earth. Lifeless it will flow still it will die. If gravity should command a different course who are we to argue with the earth? In vain, they hurl their should's and should-not's wrapping their minds in shroud upon shroud of lies their hearts, pulverized - cast in casts of error the fear infests the

Speed is distance over time. Distance is separation the crack, the void, a pain to be savored. Time is passing there's not enough to waste in circular definitions; time is a line, without a curve. speed is the wind blowing through your hair not the numbers you stare at as the world passes by.

Your warm hair's a sonnet, Your scent is a song Your smile is a painting Of where I belong. Your voice is my prayer Your lips are my wine Your heartbeat, my temple; Pristine and divine. Your eyes a deep well A sweet ode to glee Your confident gait; A soliloquy… Yet these words are naught But insult to Time For you are a poem In no need of rhyme.

Maybe her voice Whispered through your ears (in your mind) Feels like her silky wisps of hair At your fingertips… Maybe her smile Brighter than the sun Reflected in her eyes Melts the world Into the palm of your hand Leaving you lost In a space-less void Star-dazed And sun-stroked. Sweet as honey, intoxicating as wine To you she's all that is pure and divine… But I swear by the star where our fates intertwine, No heart could ever love you as mine. Therefore is winged cupid painted blind…

Autumn heaves a sigh of brood blowing dead leaves, shrivelled. shaking off the calm of fall Earth gives in to struggle. Heavy winds blow from her lungs- the rocks: silent, solemn. The trees too weak to face the storm; their branches bare with tension. She takes a long, deep breath of pain - a shrill, yet silent whimper Her womb bleeds white upon the lands as Earth gives in to Winter. Her face goes blue, her hands go cold her weary eyes surrender and with a sigh she lies to death... till Spring comes with redemption.

Since the first definition of morality: relying on our own abilities to differentiate between "good" and "evil", seem to give rise to a myriad of different "moralities" that cannot coexist peacefully and preserve everybody's rights, let us proceed to the second definition of morality. 2. Motivation based on ideas of right and wrong. The key phrase in this definition is "ideas of right and wrong". Two things remain unclear: how do we know what's "right" and "wrong", and who's ideas are these motivations based on? "Right" and "wrong" are as problematic to define as "good" and "evil", although an additional obstacle arises when we discover th

Let us begin our humble investigation by examining the first definition of morality. 1. The ability to distinguish good and evil or right and wrong. According to this definition, morality is an ability; a skill we must develop with time. The ability we must develop is the skill to differentiate between a) good and evil, or b) right and wrong. Let's take this step by step. According to our first definition of morality, we must be able to define what's good and what's evil. So let's start by defining what's "good". 'Good' is defined as... 1. Having desirable or positive qualities. 2. Morally admirable. 3. Beneficial; promoting or enhanci

Throughout our lives, we've been taught to do what's "good" and avoid what's "bad". Live right. Be honest. Don't steal. Don't curse. The list goes on and on and on and it all boils down to one, single word: morality. Morality. This is the word we are all constantly tortured by; the fence that surrounds our actions and often blocks the way between us and our deepest desires. Surprisingly, a quick definition of terms will show that this word is not as fortified and water-tight as we may think it is. By definition, morality is one, or more, or all, or possibly none of the following... 1. The ability to distinguish good and evil or right and w

What is Art? Art is the balance between pure goodness and pure evil; between the heights of aesthetic beauty and the lingering depths of revolting brutality. It's the contrast between positive & negative forces, and the ripples they create in the vast waters of existence, where the only reality worthy of dominance is meaning. Whatever its emphasis may be: that is the scale alongside which we measure the welfare of humanity; the various forms of transcendence existent in the hidden abysses of the human soul. It's the harmony between the inspirational, the pleasurable, and the meaningful; all thriving in close proximity, and often all one and t

All life's a stage But who writes the play? Actors improvise Worlds materialize... Or are they puppets in disguise? Gestalt shifting between scenes Confusing camouflaged ends and means Until you discover: they're all just words - Words that shape our worlds.