When the brush is stroked across the canvas; lifetimes of pain will wipe themselves off, along with the paint. One has always existed within the other. Like will sometimes attract like, or it will attract its exact opposite. Undefined pain; this is the most lethal type of Death one could ever endure. There are many distinct modes, within the abstract of painting; none such as the brush Death paints you with. This is the creation process within pain; just as this is the creation process within healing. There are no other confines such as the permanent kind within your mind. Your mind can sometimes be a maximum-security prison for your thoughts; especially for the thoughts containing many distinct colors and shades of Death. These confines within your mind, are also painted within the shades of Death‘s expressions. This is when you will know you are home; the sanctuary within one’s own Death phase. The sanctuary within one’s own modes and expressions. The final sanctuary for one’s healing to begin. There are many undefinable pains within the expressions and modes; bringing forth the unknowable within you. There are many distinct colors within the many different shades of Death. These colors are nondiscriminatory within their methodology of expressing Death within the lives of those who choose to paint within their shades. One does not necessarily have to use their shades within a painting; one could use their shades within many facets within their life. These shades could be expressed within a thought, within the spoken word, and also within the action towards themselves or another person. The colors of Death are extraordinarily versatile; blending throughout and within all matters of the human expression. One may not even know they are using one of the many colors of the expression within Death’s shades; as this beauty is translucent within the thoughts, words, and actions of the humans. The expression of the many types of undefinable colors within the unknowable shades of Death, is worth dying for. You might think it is all the same, but it never was. This is your rational mind starting to play tricks on you once again. When you are expressed through Deaths colors; this is when you become undefinable, only because Death‘s sweet expression is undefinable.
Author: ggkalfas
G.G. Kalfas is an American born author and publisher. He is also the noted author of many books, which encompass his experiences within life and death, as these experiences are displayed through the subject matter of his short stories. His intention for writing these books, is to display the importance of philosophy and psychology, as they play an integral part of the development contained within the experience of the human condition. Within his development, G.G. was compelled towards music, poetry, art, philosophy, and psychology. He was also the lead guitarist in a Houston based metal band, as well as the owner of an underground art gallery. He now spends his time writing about the darkness within the human expression, while exploring the hidden knowledge contained within the depths of life, death, and what may or may not exist beyond human consciousness.
The Universe Inside of You
My delicate sacred heart. We will never be apart. Gleaming skies. Will hear your cries. Eternity fulfilled within our hearts. We dreamed ourselves to sleep within one another. Recognizing the unknown name of father and mother. I see my myself within your eyes. No more longing for my soul. No more empty tries. No longer seeking any type of control. The tragedies and the memories will always remain. The pains of past lives are never to blame. We can drag our damaged past lives around. This is certainly no way to be found. Take in the Now. Forevermore. It is for you my longing soul. Breathe me in now. It is you I adore. It is for you my longing of no control. Withering winds. Distantly glance. Defecated away sins. Within our circumstance. There is no more to think about. There is no more to do. All I want for you is to bring about. The love I have for you. Distance is fleeting away. As the Now is eternal. Our souls long to stay. As our love is maternal. There is no use in hiding. What you feel is true within your heart. The Universe is abiding. Our souls from the start. You were hidden from me. In plain sight. Now you and I can see. There never was a wrong or a right. Only a soul’s love. A Universal eternity. The kind of tether which is unbreakable. The type of love which is makeable. Pulling and pushing. One death after the other. All the crossroads in the world lead to you and I. There was never a way around it. Our design was for the other. Our tragedies and maladies allowed you and I to fly. Our tragedies and maladies allowed you and I to die. Breaking away from the past’s grasp. Clasped hands never ask why. Divided minds will never try. A deep ocean. Sounding the drowning. Feeding our souls. Starvation’s control. A deep longing. Found us whole. Two within one. Eternal soul manifestation. Eternal soul devastation. In and within the Sun. We have become undone. Our rivers flow within one another. Sounding the drowning. Never dividing. Never ending. Never alive. Dead from the beginning. A life lived. In and through eternal sinning.
A Sadist, a Masochist, or Simply an Observer
The treatment for life, is the ability to understand life itself. There is no other way around it. Today will be the same day as yesterday, and the same day as tomorrow; the only difference will be the circumstances which pertain to those specific days. It is up for you to decide if you will be a sadist, a masochist, or simply an observer. These are the three categories we all live within at one point or another within our lives. There is no other way to get around it, this is just how it is. I know you may disagree with me; if this is the case, simply take a real look at your life, and within your life, then tell me what you truly see. You will see life experiences which brought you pain, life experiences which you brought pain onto others, or life experiences in which you did absolutely nothing, when in fact you should have done something. Non-action, is the hallmark of an observer. So, you see; there are only three ways, three forms of treatment within this life; sadism, masochism, and observation. You can mix and match, and have something here or there; but the treatment remains the same.
Never Judge
You claim to know me? My type? On what grounds? Some bullshit that happened in your past, in your childhood? Get the fuck away from me. How can you claim to know anything about me, when you do not have the ability to know yourself? My suggestion would be for you to reevaluate your life, beliefs, and stigmas from within your past. Once you have made peace with everything and everyone who has ever fucked you up, then I would like for you to go fuck yourself; all the way, a nice, slow, deep, then hard fucking of yourself. I want to watch as you fuck yourself. I like watching dumb, fucking idiots like yourself fuck themselves; it is a secret obsession of mine. It is a lifelong obsession, you might say. I may even videotape it, and add it to my fuck yourself collection. This will keep you busy enough to mind your own business; allowing you to stop thinking you know who and how someone is at first sight. Never judge that in which you know absofuckinglutely nothing about. You do not know shit about anything or anyone, let alone yourself.
Never Interfere
Everything Which Comes With It
There are false narratives we create within our insecure thought patterns, which do not, and never will benefit our well-being. These false narratives are birthed and given breath by paranoia, fear, anxiety, distrust, and other previous false narratives we believed in to be a way of truth. Ourselves, along with many of the others; have created false narratives within our lives, as we have come into the belief of what is not genuine, over that which is in fact truth. These false narratives will wipe-up, absorb, and twist up your truths right over you; leaving your mind fumbled and disheveled, as you try to piece back together the fragments of your life which no longer make any sense to you. This can be a most painful process; piecing together fragments of your past life, which make as much sense to you now, as they once did when they broke away from you. This process is an ill-equipped endeavor, forever changing you into a whirlpool of confusion. You will quietly and constantly ask yourself within your thoughts, “Why? Why is it like this? What happened to my life? Where did I do wrong?” At first, others will be to blame concerning these cyclical questions, which haphazardly use your mind as their personal playground. Over the course of time, as these questions run riot within your mind; you will eventually begin to acknowledge that you yourself- you were the only one responsible for everything which has happened to you in your life. The fragments, which are the catalysts for these questions swimming around within your mind; were simply part of your life, and everything which comes with it. In life; there is no reverse, just as there is no fast forward. In life; there is simply: now. You must accept this as truth; simply move beyond the limitations of your weaknesses, and especially the weaknesses of your own mind. These ill-manipulated energies within your mind, will eventually wreak havoc upon the outer energies of your material world.
