In the time of the sovereign, Freedom is self-produced. You stand alone while the many stay confused. When you let go of your pathetic past philosophies. We contest with conflict to approve of you. Waiting, spiralling, the judgement from your eyes. Feeling, seeking, the time of sovereign nears. All the weaknesses emerge from the ocean … Continue reading #63 – The sovereign come
Goodnight sweet prince, For words and feelings mince, The world values you no more, Than love unleashed from fate's craw. Close your eyes and fade away, Like winter come into summer's day, Leave the world to its own decay, You were not meant to stay. So leave this behind to the few, It was always … Continue reading #62 – Prince
No grey, Living with haste, Youthful serene happy grace. Walking excitedly towards each day Joy of closed eyes, Short lived happiness, Becoming adult. Clenched teeth, The stress increased, Finding your own path. A talent to make yours With things to gain, Sowing your grain Pride-worthy mane. Long days, Drawn out waste, Ever towards death's embrace. … Continue reading #61 – Age
In this essay I will be attempting to draw out the distinction between an action and a happening. Beginning with a definition of both an action and a happening, and moving swiftly onto an example to show how these definitions are used. I will be looking at action theories, all the while looking at refutations … Continue reading The distinction between an action and a happening.
Conquering grounds, delivering them into unseen hands, Taking, as the swords are shimmering, Stamping towards another new found land. Immaculate, not a stronger power to be found, Rising, this new state glimmering, Marching forward, raze to the ground. We take, So obey your new master, Defiled, the spilled blood shimmering, Taken … Continue reading #60 – Past masters
There's a place I meet the broken dreams of those past. On the way dried foot prints found upon the dirt path. There, people come and go, frown and groan, not a place for the crass. Honouring those still loved who during life couldn't last. The sun and night may daily pass. Along with the … Continue reading #59 – Ink of the past
Maybe one day I'll be closer to the source. Maybe one day I'll find the words. But don't bet on it. Don't bet on me. As corrupted as all the rest. Ill as any, with pale grey flesh. It's not pessimism or lack of ego. But being realistic and knowing your limits. There will always … Continue reading #58 – A day not come