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The Potential of Your Internal Nature
The dead always wonder what happened to their life. Where did it go? How did they get here? Why do I feel numb? Some of the living ask themselves the same questions. It is said the most important part of living, is the way you lived your life, the quality of one’s character, or if they found true love or not. Non of this is true. In this reality, none of this matters. The only thing that matters, is your internal nature. If one lives their life in accordance to their inner nature, then one has lived throughout the potential of their existence within this mortal realm. If you think or feel my claim is false; ask anyone who has crossed-over and came back, or any entity who has crossed over and didn’t come back. They will most certainly back me up on this.
Fully. Completely. Thoroughly.
The deep chasms keep burning their thoughts into my soul. Another leftover for a new remembrance. They are always the same. Bitter. Bloody. Breakable. Gnawing deeply into the marrow. Drink of the sweet juices contained within their thoughts. I enjoy feasting upon their forgotten memories. Their old remembrances. My new pleasure. A toy to break at my convenience. A life to take to the grave. A secret to nourish into extinction. The slopes of the female form. The devastation I can provide for them. Traumatizing their embodiment. Fully. Completely. Thoroughly.
A Sorrowful Regret
A memory of lost regret/ her hands were filled/ her hands and needs were not met/ a sorrowful regret/ chains are the veins of the soul/ regarded less than what we can hold/ cute little blonde-haired boy/ a new present for me/ my toy/ I did not leave out the mother/ a daughter to you/ cries with no goodbyes/ hopeless sighs/ within her thighs/ I will treasure both of them/ as they were my own/ I will show them true love/ a love they have never known/ desire/ creation/ pain/ the Expression/ all is filled within the light/ the
darkness knows not/ the horror which will be within your sight/ a love poem/ from me/ to you/ the one and only true love/ your family ever knew…
BIRTH LIFE MURDER
BIRTH LIFE MURDER, is an invocation of poetry, philosophies, and short stories, which pertain to the unfolding circumstances within our lives. We are born into this world, we live through our life, and sometimes we murder parts of ourselves in the process. All men are created equal, but not all men live equally. Staying true to one’s own ideals and life’s purpose, will be violently ripped away, if an unrelenting hold to them is not maintained. Do you remember who you really are? Did you lose your identity meandering down your life’s path? In order to understand life, you must first understand its language. How long can you live not knowing who or what you are? How long can you meander through your life until you realize your truth? What will it take for you to become your truth?
G.G. Kalfas 