Man is his own star; and the soul that can
Render an honest and perfect man,
commands all light, all influence,all fate;
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

"Ne te qaesiveris extra"

Epilogue to beaumont and fletcher's honest man's fortune

I'm at fault, and its visible in her blank stare in the lack of concern when I walk in the room. I remain silent on an almost sterile couch. Doors locked behind us. Its impossible to accept the situation. Lost in luck, alone on a gold couch in the city of bridges, the city of obsticles...

Actions hold a common reaction. Why do we so swiftly forget the cruelty within us that we let our selfishness overtake or compassion? How quickly we forget our own scars our past battles inflicted by people we once thought we trusted, we once thought loved us with such devotion. Yet now here I lay on the other side of the spectrum. And I am failing ( Read more... )

Entrapment in the in between of you and I. this ebbing void. this subtle yet harsh rarity found in your ignored gaze. An intensity that intrudes this tranquil fight. Within, I am yours. beyond what circumstances have made us ( Read more... )

its the immediacy and accuracy within your tone that stops me in retreat, waiting to hear the next syllables between each word rolling of that tongue ( Read more... )

It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult. That something is difficult must be one more reason for us to do it. It is also good to love: because love is difficult. (Rainer Maria Rilke ( Read more... )

You who never arrived ( Read more... )

and his voice, ringing thru my head a torturous peace ( Read more... )

Can you sense it? Stillness this serene ferocity? Destruction brings self worth, reasoning and a perpendicular atmosphere of adoration. Breath it in. hesitation in understanding, closed eyes and clinched fists, can one be any more apparent in their resistance for what is good ( Read more... )

It’s a terrible thing, to be amidst something you yourself find to be a myth, a man created theology only to preoccupy himself, to feel there is more importance to words swiftly orchestrated to sway another into a manipulated state so many of us call destiny ( Read more... )