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My Life

Her empty loneliness, like gears rubbing without oil. The pain, the tears, the constant masturbation, All leave her with a self that is no self. Walking down the street she feels a shell, A shell that can be seen and felt, but not known. The grit of concrete under her feet feels closest to the soul...

I wish I could put my finger on the deep feeling I experience when I think of love and truth.  I have been thinking of Christianity a lot again lately, but not in the traditional sense with which I grew up.  In a more dirty, death oriented version; a version...

Knowingness rises up from below, from within.  Movement and energy and feeling all come from a deep place within.  Pure rational thought can only work as Data from Star Trek.  It cannot handle the complexity of life.  Or I should say it does not give evidence for the complexity of...

As I grow older I feel as though I am being chiseled away at.  I feel that as I continue moving through life, trying to figure things out, it’s happening the other way around.  It can feel as though something is happening to me, that I am learning, being challenged,...

If you walked down the woods at night, it was easier to see.   When the moonlight would shine, it glared and it screamed.   It was haunting and peaceful and strange all the same.   Its reflection was speaking - of what tis no name.  My obsession would follow me into the day. While...

“Excuse me sir, got any change?” “No.” “Excuse me sir, got any change?” “No.” “Excuse me ma’am, got any change?” “No.” “Excuse me folks, got any change?” “No.” “Excuse me little boy, got any change?” “Sure. Here.”...

Running up the grassy hill and rolling down full of shrill, We loved our time together. Playing in the mud of streams and ripping off our clothes at the seams, We loved our time together. Break dancing after school, we were anything but cool, We loved our time together. College came, and then came change, nothing...

Morning has broken without any sun, Grey over grey and the dullness is one. Life seems to move but inside it’s cold, everyone shouting to get on and be bold. Death has become us in darkness and light, I’m scared it’s all over, my footing not right....