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Life is hard. The only place to soothe the roughness is home. Home is where you find your smile and where you are understood. Welcome! @Burningwords The writer. 👆
What a beautiful warm Sunday it is.
Take a few hours to do absolutely nothing today, if that's possible.
A break from work. A break from arguments. A break from noise. A break even from this damned smartphone.
A long quietness. Let your spirit recover through silence, and silent appreciation of your being.
It is the perfect day to pay compliments for those you love as well.
I wish you a beautiful day.
The more exes you have, the more exes you'll have.
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Kiss the middle of my chest and trail south slowly
I've chosen to feel you, and it's gonna be you only
Mean your kisses, as if every kiss is special on its own
Make me forget horrors that the weekdays have thrown
Your presence tends to the wounds in the soul
Not one other woman can carry out your role
Be generous with your kisses, for Sunday has arrived
I've been craving all week, desperately deprived
The melody of your moans are better than of singers
Calm me with delicate touches from your loving fingers
Trap me in your gaze as you uncover your breasts
How healing you make it be, Sunday in our nest
#rhyme
#small_words
The Hours Before Dawn
A tortured heart is living right under my chest
It beats,
It beats,
It beats on me hard, so that I figure out what's next
When I figure it out, there arise seven more issues,
Demanding more sweat and blood from my tissues.
It's starting to get under my skin, like a parasite
It's always when I'm completely unprepared to fight
When I'm at peace, resting in my secluded lair,
That the snakes begin setting elusive snares
They're so ignorant
Insomuch as they don't know what is going to awaken
As soon as my peace and my solitude has been taken
Their dream is to fill their red cups with my blood
And drink from my vitality, saying, "In the mud,
"Yes, deep in the mud we buried him alive.
"Let us fuck and rejoice, for he no longer thrives."
This is all but a dream that'll drown, along with their wives.
And their sons and daughters, their hearts will be staved.
It'll be with an enormous smile that I'll pile earth on their graves—
My heart fat with gladness, pushing in my spade.
After they fall in the pit, all their names will fade.
#rhyme
Lock the door after you
And lock your thighs after me
With a soft moan, hand over the keys
We'll remain locked in this room
Locked out of the world's doom
Swinging and singing to the peaceful silent songs,
Long gone are the memories of our past rights and wrongs
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Empty people tend to call people empty.
Hurt people tend to hurt people.
Thankfully, there are enough cheerful people to restore faith in humanity.
A woman's demand is complex and yet simple.
Lead and dominate her, but at the same time she's your queen.
I feel tension between men and women.
I feel as if they have started worrying too much about being equal, or who's better, or whose problems are worse, that they have forgotten to dance as one.
If I utter anything bad a woman did, I'm "mansplaining".
If I utter anything bad a man did, I'm "simping" for women.
And if I point to these retards that they need to relax, they show me how right they are to be mad at me.
They act as if there is a side to take. The prime concern is being proven right. These people are blind to the fact, which is that there are no winners in arguments.
And they're angry, so angry; they even popularized phrases like "triggered" and "raging", which point to their lack in stability, but they seem to exhibit pride in losing control.
I have been wondering what this divide is about, and one Greek word appears to mind:
Diabolos (sound familiar?), and it's interesting, because the word comes from the verb diabolain.
Diabolain - to tear apart
I do what I hate
I ignore what I love
I embrace the toxic
And I repel the healing
You can insult me for thinking Islam is wrong.
Suit yourself, but pause and consider this for a moment:
Wouldn't it be better if you taught me, and if you present strong answers to my questions?
Because if you're right as you believe that you are, with patience and good answers, you can win me over. Truth always wins.
But with insults and mockery? Unlikely.
You knew me before I knew what I wanted,
And you drew me close to yourself,
With just being over there...
Then there grew in me this urge to please you,
To worship the craftsmanship of God's hands.
And I loved you the poor way,
The boys' way,
The way we boys thought women wanted,
That rubbish seductive dismissive way,
Filled with thirst and arrogance and impatience,
So impatient,
And yet you willed me into your realm with open arms.
And when you enclosed your arms around my waist,
Warmth girded the whole of my body.
I had been seeking for orgasms— pathetic spasms that last but seconds—
And you were pure:
You gifted me your untouched womb,
But you packaged it with a loving heart,
Something I never knew I needed.
Tell me, baby,
In a throng of women who worship mammon,
Who taught your pretty heart to die for love?
#small_words
I'm no longer interested in the songs I used to listen to.
Damn.
Self-love is a cute little substitute term for selfish.
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NOTE
Apparently, some people find it offensive, uncomfortable, irritating, or wrong when I post about Jesus Christ, or when I talk about ladies and guys, or when I criticize religious entities like Orthodox and Protestants, or when I write on certain trends and behaviors I notice.
I don't set out to annoy, irritate, or offend. I set out to write something good.
But if you end up annoyed, just know that there are others who are deeply engaged in the posts, wanting more of it.
The world doesn't revolve around you, or around what you want.
So if you're so upset that you can't stand it, you're welcome to leave.
Words Burn
I've heard this week, and I'm paraphrasing, "Self control is a better gift to give to your children than self-esteem."
In most cases, I think this is true. A person is better off knowing how to battle lust, porn, masturbation, self-pleasure, than having a confident smile, which has no real value to it other than looking good.
A person who can control his impulses and work diligently, walking the extra mile, is far more reliable than somebody who feels happy and satisfied and enough.
Self-control is the ability to tell yourself no, when whims and desires try to overwhelm and wash you away.
Aside from being immeasurably useful, self-control looks sexy too. How blessed is the woman who marries a man with a great level of self-control.
He who can preserve his special love only for her. Who can look at other gorgeous women and keep a level head. She looks at him and she sees how all whims and desires bow at his feet, how all tremble at his presence, because he is the one in charge. He decides what happens and when.
Then look at the man who is not in control. He is under the control of whims. He is in pain, and he doesn't have the power to say no. He does what the whims and desires tell him to. He drowns in regret, and then go after it again.
If only parents worked hard to plant self-control in their children's hearts, instead of trying to make them feel enough...
I bet that would make a difference.
#small_words
A veil has been lifted from my eyes,
And now I can see how I was blind.
Bottomless was the pond in which I drowned,
I was lost within myself never to be found
I want to blame those who were around me
Those who stayed quiet as I sunk in a dark sea
To the one who spent his life where light was absent,
Describing light would require more than just talent
How would you teach vision to a blind man?
No, somethings cannot be taught...
Somethings are given, gifted, revealed,
A veil has been lifted, and my ill has been healed.
Now I can see,
And I see petals and leaves clothing vast fields
And over there is the good tree, with all the fruit that it yields
I see sun rays kiss your oiled thighs to glitsen
Your red lips dance with flair,
And then warm voice fills the air,
Which stills my heart, and I'm in awe as I listen
I see reflections and sparkles playing in your eyes,
Pearls so great in their depth, greater than the skies
I see your cheeks ripen into a soulful smile
Forgive my staring, darling, I've been blind for a while
#rhyme
#excerpt
He's absolutely right. Nobody is good. Every single one of us are sinners—that's to say, there's something wrong with us.
The argument atheists make (If somebody needs a god to be good, then that person wasn't good all along) is absolutely right, but not in the sense atheists mean it.
When atheists use that line, what they're really saying, or at least what I used to mean is, "You're [the believer in question] worshipping God because you're so pathetic and evil that you need some god to babysit you." It's a line meant to belittle a believer for his belief.
The believer, if proper Christian, should not feel insulted. Instead she should respond to this by admitting that she's flawed beyond belief with no problem at all.
In the times I used that line, little did I know that I too am indeed pathetic, in the sense that I have too many insufficiencies to put forth a line like that against anybody.
And because everybody lives in darkness, caused by their own insufficiencies, anybody who claims, If somebody needs a god to be good, then that person wasn't good all along, is blind to his own pathetic nature.
Hence, he himself is in obvious and desperate need of God.
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Smell of your scent and
Silence in our room, on a Sunday morning
Small smile lingering on our faces
As if we're monks in deep meditation
Scribbling my heart out on my custom-folded pages
Songs of praise in my heart,
Sorrow of the week replaced by a beautiful start
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Demons and angels have been used too metaphorically in our age that they're no longer thought of as individual spiritual entities, but let's do a thought experiment.
Assume these things to be true for a moment:
* That angels and demons exist and many of them are here
* That they are watching us at all times
* The more bad you do, the more you're giving the demons permission to influence (or enter into) you and do more bad
* The more good you do, the more you're giving permission God, the Lord of angels, to work through you to do more good
Assuming the above statements to be true, would you keep masturbating, or lying, or fornicating, or killing, or envying, or gossiping, or puffing up your chest? It's very hard to keep watching porn when you know an angel is towering over you, seeing what you're doing, or when you are sure that a demon is smiling when you're quarreling and losing temper.
What the watchful and all-seeing eye of God is capable of when you believe in Him is MAGICAL.
Now one of my belief in the past, which I've changed, was this. If somebody needs a god to be good, then they weren't a good person to begin with.
That statement isn't really as smart as it sounds like.
In one scene, there was this man, and he approached Jesus, saying, "Good Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?"
Instead of answering directly, Jesus said, "Why do you call me good? Nobody is good, save one, that is God."
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I can't believe this needs to be said, but saying hello upon entering a room is sort of mandatory.
You're just gonna sit and begin laughing at the jokes as if you were here all along? Are you mad?
We think light and darkness as opposites, but that's not a good way of seeing it.
Light and darkness are not opposing forces.
Rather darkness is the non-existence of light.
Darkness is something that waits for light to be no more.
Light has a real substance to it, while darkness is just whatever is when light is not.
Light's existence in no way depends on darkness, but for darkness to exist, there must be no light.
So light doesn't require the permission of darkness to exist. It can penetrate and reign over a place that's been dark for a while with no issue.
Same cannot be said for darkness, for darkness is at the mercy of light.
Now why does this matter to me at all?
In the same way I used to think that light and darkness are equal opposing forces, I also used to think the same about good and evil.
And my mind couldn't handle it the first time I realized the real nature of good and evil.
To be continued...
#small_words
Progressive means to progress. To change. To adapt. To allow and entertain more.
Conservative means to conserve. To protect. To keep. To stabilize and hold on to.
Now these two cannot function without the other. You should wanna keep traditions in your household, and at the same instance, allow the traditions to grow and transform. You should wanna progress to the betterment of yourself, but couldn't forget to hold on to your ever present great qualities.
Summer is going to happen next year, and the year after, so it's conservative by nature, as are the rest of the seasons, but the trees affected by the seasons will progress to grow into fruitful and beautiful living bodies, so they are progressive by nature.
Not everything changes, and not everything stays the same.
Energy cannot be created, nor destroyed, and in that sense, it's conservative, for at it's core it is what it has always been.
It, however, changes forms due to a list of reasons, and in that sense, it's progressive, for it adapts to a given set of factors.
I have never seen a conservative who doesn't wanna progress.
I have never seen a progressive who doesn't wanna conserve.
But something in their hearts (likely Diabolos) makes these two individuals think they're at the opposite ends, and so they scream and scrap to show how right they are.
When I was a teenager, I knew this young woman who felt so empty. She's a daughter to my mother's friend.
She felt so empty because she had everything she could ask for: luxurious meals, quality cloths, latest electronics.
And I felt so overwhelmed, because I had so little. Low quality meals, getting skinny, barely wearable shoes, and electronics that were enough to use what I needed at the time.
It's ironic how that works.
Christ lived the perfect life (never falling victim to a single temptation, ever victorious). And He was poor, so to speak.
This life is too crazy and too confusing to be real.
I don't like talking about Islam with my good Muslim friends, because they think it's a religion of peace, but even their own holy book don't advocate for peace.
OR I don't know what they mean when they say peace.
And here, notice that I'm not comparing Islam to any other religion. I can, but it won't be fair to the Islamic view.
Don't mock your woman to make your friends laugh.
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So this guy thinks my comment was an AI.
I know it shouldn't, but it bothered me, because I have this stance on AI, and even on people who use it to write.
But the more I thought about it, the more it felt like it's a good chance to see what's human and what's AI and if it can be differentiated.
Let me know if you think I used AI to write it (or not), but give me real good reasoning.
I'm beginning to think the idea of equality stemmed from, or at least prevailed through, Christianity.
Before Christ, whether in the Bible, or history outside of the Bible, people didn't view others as equals.
Jesus came to save everybody (if you indeed believe in that silly story), and not just the Jews.
It's Him who invited the outcasts, and clearly stated that he's not here for the saints, or the chosen ones, but for those struggling and falling. The Jews always believed that they are the chosen race, and if I'm not mistaken, most of them still do.
St. Paul clearly states that Christ didn't come for the sake of Jews, but for all race, and for that very reason, one of the first gifts the apostles received after resurrection was the ability to speak many languages.
The intention is so that everybody could learn in their own language and become brothers and sisters in Christ. That is an astounding effort to unite, instead of divide.
Now it's very hard to say that Christ is the one who invented equality, when supposed followers of Christ slayed and chained the innocent in His name. So I'm hoping that I'm not confusing Christ with bad Christians who wrongly used His name.
Other than Jesus, I have not seen somebody who advocated for freedom of speech, at least not to the degree that it made a lasting impact. He was questioned publicly, and he actually answered eloquently, as opposed to killing those who questioned him.
He didn't raise an army to challenge those who opposed Him, unlike many religious figures (I'll refrain from naming here).
To be continued...