identity

funny. 
there's a subtle, unnoticed, delicate, perfectly and botheringly carefully stringed web of intertwined matter simply called nature.
one cant say what flowers are made from, of where the winds come from, or how the ocean stays put. 

one can however choose to stand in a position that permits the penetrating of one's intelligence, a craving of one's indulgence, a christening of one's understanding, a corroding of one's folly to the point where you discover the negligence you've suffered as a result of your unwillingness to comprehend the fact that the power of identity lies in the discovery of identity and the depth of understanding one has pertaining to your purpose and mission as regards this phase of your transition.

i suggest you get off your back and into your zone. affect your generation a little.

hatred is so . . . pure!

lately discovered sumfn that upsets my serenity.
the greatest peace in the world comes from sleep, 
the greatest satisfaion comes from a full belly, 
the deepest romance is when a woman says "yes", 
and the purest of emotions are negative. 

love is frail, unbalanced, volatile 
but hatred is so . . . pure!
it's a cause worth dying for, 
and it's soldiers tend to move faster by drawing energy from a source 
that depletes in no immediate hurry, 
but refills quicker
by a little bit of sumfn you cant explain 
hatred justifies your every move with ready evidence 
it gives you reason to keep going 
it overwhelms you to a point where you forget your cause 
and focus on your objective 
all you wish for is nothing 
and nothing in the world makes sense anymore 
somehow you cant blame those who love to hate 
you can only pity their rendezvous with fate 
and hope your love fuels your faith
to erase every atom of hate

"envy of the gods"

delve into this realm of delusive understanding, 
this realm of absolute paradox 
the fabled beings (feared for an ability we would kill for)
live in envy of a demeaned species like ours
for our possession of the one thing they would die for.

the immortals envy man by reason of his mortality.

they envy us for the one thing that makes every moment worth living
the idea that drives you further 
the knowledge that curses your extremes
they envy us for the one statement that runs through our minds, whilst evading their wildest imaginations

"this moment . . . it just might be my last" 

they envy us because we have the ability to build memories, recall moments
and harness the energy from these moments when need be
they envy us because we are unique in our lifetimes
they envy us because we have life
they envy us because we . . .LIVE, and will someday DIE

they envy us for our lack of understanding
that demigods like ourselves need to die to be of relevance
the gods envy you my friend, 
feel good about it!