Fate III

Far too often I find myself contemplating the simplistic yet ever reoccurring act, a almost daily occurrence due to the frailty of will, frailty of my mind.

That caustic fact of life, LIFE! The acceptance of life.

Concluding my previous posts and based on the conclusions therein I beg caution before one simply alludes that I am merely a fatalistic raving lunatic struck by the palls of a time lonesome and forgotten. For it is not!

Though a fatalist I am in belief, in concept you may discover differs. For the predetermination of life, of death has caused me to vault from the pathos normally attributed to such fatalistic ones.

Thus I have embraced life in its highest form, the true purity of life. And viewing the acceptance of death as the embracing of life, for only when one is fully aware of the reality of life, then and only then can one live with a befitting passion. A Passionate embrace to that of owed time, of a precarious life! A life subjected to a preordained will, a premeditated grand conclusion known not when.

For the seconds tick, time alone will answer my questions. Fate alone HAS decided.

Yet clouded by depressive ideals this is not, for I have been pacified, for the foundation is sound, and unassailable fate is.

Therefore needless time and attention need not be given to assault such precepts for they are sound, absolute in all form. Unshakable…

Therefore I seek and MUST endeavor to live, to live a life so mad, so grand in all it’s actions that the very foundations of time, or fate are shaken.

To defy the power fate holds above my frailty, defy that which I fear! Live, love and embrace all that may so be embraced and relish these moments, for this time is mine alone! For one masters the moment, you alone are the sole god of your present time.

When fate thus concludes the chosen time upon my soul, observe then what path chosen by I; that of a forlorn subdued fatalist or one of passion likened to a fantasizing frenzied fanatic? One who made use of all that Fate thus endowed, and warred with unrelenting passion against that which seeks to repress the soul!

For the soul of man spans all the divides, bridging the barriers of time alas so fated is the soul…

Fated the soul, soul the Fated!

FATE II

For when the sun is not yet risen, a lone moon casts pale shadows on the rise and drenched in putrid, baking sweat for alas my dreams and nightmares are but a mirror to my life. Yet fully cognizant I am not that those two are singly wed, wed in misery and joy, wed.
Though this lingers on the fringes of all my thoughts I will vainly search for sanity in a sacred madness, alas I Will seek to save wounds that will never heal. I must tamper within the madness, and search within that unreal.
For long my life is merely a phantom, fluttering it has passed. Alas, alas how can one so frail reaching within a madness thus illusive, thus destined seek one to hold? Seek one save? For alas never can one lay hold, never can one still the illusive ghouls of fate always one serves their will.
Frailty long has been my epitome, nulled to the sufferings of this present life. We’ve ignored the sacred principles and warred with the divine…
Warred long in forlorn desolation, combatant the Fated Divine. Those cherished sacred breath of passion denied to one so cursed in life, yes cursed in life.
For thou cannot quench the flow of time, through an mere expenditure of your will, passion, or love for we are a fated race… time commands our destiny though I am deluded to believe that one alone is given power over ones frail will, the power of will.
Not frail in all ability to resist and command against innumerable foes, but frail in comparison for never, never will the will vanquish the timings of time and the destiny of divine fate… long has the will warred in empty struggle alas we will acquit of the stuggle and accept those things claimed absolute, as of now
I serve your will…

FATE I

To the one I love

I would fight the coming of the dawn, the very elements of time.
The said condemned destiny of two souls, the very embodiment of pain.
Those things once said undeniable I now deny, for I taste and feel the passage of a condemned fate, a fate predestined and a life prelived.
These things chiseled and cold, as carved into stone, so large looming above those thing that were, that I wish are.
Those my trembling dreams and ever fading hope…
For watched by the watches of death and guarded by long forgotten dark foes my life, my time has been. But yet I would chisel that stone, yet chisel a mountain and fight those foes, yet to relive, yet to live.

Introduction to Fate

Fate, the driving force of destiny... we who are chosen to live a life prelived, to merely perform the oral, existiting, triumphing and failings of life...
Yes those chosen to live, blessed are few and cursed is humanity! Fate drives us all, none can escape her clutches, nor can any escape her path...
In the proceeding postings named Fate I will venture to describe those things credited to Fate in my life, and in my intermediate surroundings and illuminate the odd, joyful and yet painful…
Fate drives us all….

In Defence

I am sure I will and have illicited the odd and adverse opinions of many to the above and previous postings….
One will be the strange occurrence of repetition upon repetition, my defense... please bear in mind the large percent of these posts take place at a despicable hour where I am intoxicated or suffering from sleep deprivation.
The second will be perhaps skewed logic and intelligible sentences, again I plead the previous, but I will venture futher to claim that while yet held high aloft by many those things logical are oft not, for logic is held flawed and strongly influenced at all levels of understanding, barring the exception of the very few and is still largely claimed logic ...
Thirdly I exhibit habits and may resembles to one mad(mental) this I do not refute or deny. For are we all not mad? That is why we yet strive to live.
Fourthly I may bear a depressive spirit, for this I will knowingly, wrongly attempt to place the blame on my rather moody behavior and damaging mood swings.
Fifth and last, these postings while advocating a try then judge approach have not all been tried by me, and I do not deny mild to extreme cases of baisesness and bigotry.
These I have attempted to avoid but as this is my blog, these are my personal conclusions and opinions.

We are retards

The Men I love

A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe


Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —

Edgar Allan Poe

How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Each pray’r accepted and each wish resign’d;

Alexander Pope

Moonsetter

(Him:)

Lend me your dirt-stained hand,
And embrace my frail figure.
The bells are ringing deathly;
In your kiss I taste the Winter.
Relinquish your Pride to my Passion -
The Love I am dying to give.
The Lunatick desires his Lady,
And this life I cannot live

(Her:)

Lend me your blood-stained hand,
And whisper your 7th Secret.
The heavens are guiding your way,
And I weep in the Icy season.
The dagger is glinting and eager -
Pleasant Death will greet us soon.
Die with me on this starlit night -
For your love I set the moon

Richard D. Gannon

Fear Not

The underlying fear of what we do not know, fear of the unknown…

This is a permeating fear running deep within the veins of numerous individuals who while claiming to be living, are but ancient artifacts, saved relics of sorts. Solely a recollection of an existence long past.
Numerous are they which seek to imply by their mere existence that they know what it means to live, breath , and see! How amiss in their thinking, skewed in their mortal bound logic! For they have not yet begun to embrace, and unmitigatedly take hold of LIFE!

This is US, those who fall far below those supra-mortals…. Yet we can and hold I the firm belief; we SHOULD, attempt to achieve that denied to us in our mortality…
For too often I shun those who are closed to the world around them, who are caged in by their fears, and thus I shun the whole(humanity) and I am frequented with feelings of loathing nausea and abhorrence of the soul indoctrinated purblind individuals, though I find myself frequently among them.
But yet apart, for while many simply fear that depicted as odd, abstract, abnormal, and apart from the long accustomed norms. I attempt, yes often vainly but I do attempt a different path. For in all sincerity of heart I earnestly believe in so doing (one) limits the chance and all but narrows the probability of progress.
And in so fearing I feel they shows a deep ignorance, for while the new should not be embraced and explored until proven hazardous, to completely shun the new without foreknowledge is both dangerous and blind.
Such people enter a self-imposed “dark age” not as dark as the Medieval Dark Ages where all knowledge was shunned. But the aforementioned are in their own age of anopsia where the acceptance of ones knowledge, ideas and opinions are the only absolute, accepted truths. Thus severely limiting the flow of information, knowledge and understanding gained through the admittance of that which we do not know.
For to allow oneself to cower and seek to flee mentally from what we do not know, shows ignorance to the extreme…. Knowledge in question, questions in doubt, refusing to question the obvious, preferring to be blinded, drugged by the mainstream what you have always been told is right, and abide by thus regardless of right or wrong.
What is the right, what is the wrong? Who decides, who do you give the freedom of your decisions to? Who lives your life for you, dictating not only what you do, but worse yet, far worse yet what you permit yourself to feel and think! What you are solely entrusted with, the executive decision you are empowered with, that which you decide within the innermost portions of your mortal bound, finite bound brain who do you yield this ownership of your soul to? Who owns you?
You are all owned, none are free! Choose ye, set your path of bondage, for there is no freedom, no true free choice. Serve the greater or the minor but you will serve!
Alas I fear we are entering into a dark age, a new age of self imposed darkness where
enlightenment is shrouded, where mere knowledge is forbidden and wisdom unattained.
For when we fear what we do not know, fear of the unknown this is the beginning of darkness.
For why do we fear the unknown? For is it all to be feared? Are we ignorant to the extant that we have garnered but no knowledge since our very beginnings? All that we know was once unknown to us. Therefore that which we are afraid of we should embrace it, shed light upon the yet unknown, seeking cautiously yet openly the knowledge we have as of yet not gained. And then so judge, be it truth, edifying, strengthening or otherwise.
For knowledge is what we (humanity) based upon, once knowledge is eradicated from our society so is the ability to discover the new and use our wisdom to the full.
I hate(strong wording, yes hate) those who fear what they do not know(me included), for in them I see a deep ignorance and lack of understanding, for it is the age old fear of those who do not know, the fear they hold of the new, the encroaching advance of humanity as a whole, those who move forward seeking for progress yet are stumped and hindered by those they seek to assist, by the mere illogical arguments, wasting valuable time, energy and denting the will and courage of those few brave ones.
Is it is not said we are free of will? Therefore free the will of another to their own preordained destined fate, however diabolical they have chosen.
Yet we must seek and acknowledge, and even embrace the new! Let the new thrive in all our hearts, least the darkness overtake us.
Revenged those I love will be from the darkness that seeks to cast it’s dark pall upon them…
FEAR NOT, fear not to the extent that fear blinds all judgment, but judge righteous judgment viewing and living in that you wish to judge, judge not that ye may not be judged. Judge not that ye know not for in so is deep ignorance, judge not what ye know not, judge not …