Elaboration on previous post “Dirty Hands” check it out
The morning sun breaks through the density of the dark forest night, signaling to me that another day dawned. A day like the many that preceded, one of ceaseless search and hopeless attempts of finding my out of this lonely nightmarish forest, to the Promised Land. The map I acquired was insufficient for it was written in old letters and the diagrams seemed outdated. So I decided to find the path on my own, Continue reading “My Dilemma”
“A heart that never doubted. A field unplowed. Peaceful. Undisturbed. Fruitless. Barren.”
“Clean hands are pleasant. Make you feel pure. They smell good.
But you can’t find gold if you won’t get your hands muddy…”
In the conflict of identity wrong from right
for each a case made with good sources to cite
My soul, once peaceful, and Eden-like site
was so very alive but suffered fatal smite
Destroyed and consumed smoke rising to height
my blood drenches the soil like sacrificial rite
Weary of endless battle tired of eternal fight Continue reading “To be or not to be”
“Scepticism is not about identifying the lies of this world.
Doubting is not about faithlessness.
It is the lonely quest for truth.
The love for the one spark of truth in a world of falsehood.
Scepticism is the path to genuine faith”