The Lack Of Evidence, Evidently, Isn’t the Evidence of Absence

Wonderful! Mindless YouTube searching has resulted once again in an amazing waste of time and has proved to be an invaluable asset to my modest corner of a blog site! So l, as I have been raving about in my last several blog post that I stumbled across another online sensation ilikejaoqin and to say the least he has some really valid points that I find to be quite intriguing. Purpose of today, I watched some videos that ended up paralleling an previous post I had written almost verbatim — I’m not sure the date of each occurrence but it’s amazing nonetheless that it exists!– so as my English teachers say use evidence!  So I’m going to reblog one post in particular so post with video will be my new spread!

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Someone Like You? Hell No!

Recently I restarted blogging and at this time I truly believe it is in the prime or at least the start of the prime of my online “life”.

And to continue some of you may have read my freshest blog “Recházame” which love is presented as a duality of good and malignancy and how to ultimately refresh oneself from the chains of love and live in harmony with the beauties of love.

Quite frankly this is quite a hard skill to harness and something which I am first hand dealing with first hand which is not one-hundred per cent my forte like poetry is like I’m sure harnessing half a situation isn’t your especial strong suit either. So what this is about is how or ways to harness lovely love alongside how you might change your perspective of love!

Then, question one, how are you going to go about changing your perspective of love since I can assume just a 16 year old kid telling you this won’t completely do the work for you! So what exactly can you do to you yourself go about love in a light anew? Think first about what do you channel the most of your energy into? Energy, not time. What is it that makes you separate yourself from the universe and completely immerse yourself in? For instance, I am redefining my perception of love through poetry in my Time collection, and for some it may be sports or music, or even cooking, but whatever it is you have to begin almost loving that energy in your channel and then it will most likely become your idea of love instead of the guy the you used to sit next to in geometry class!

Point two, after the process of healing has begun, how are you going to see moving on? Many people assume this is a bad notion but the infrastructure is amazing! Don’t move on until you are completely healed, but if you at least start lightly picturing what you want while the pain is fresh, you can definitely cross of your lust what you don’t want. With that being said, I still agree that you shouldn’t have a “type” since it does narrow horizons, but don’t go LOOKING for your next potential boyfriend or girlfriend. But here’s a new twist, if you are familiar with my work, you know my opinions that love is an uncontrollable entity and we can’t help who we love but! we can redefine how we do that, and with ideas based on mistakes you’ll sure learn how to handle on-the-spot situations AND when you redefine self-perception of love you will also subconsciously redefine what you will love about someone. Next step may seem counterproductive but everything I post on this blog serves a purpose and this next tip is to form your dream or ideal girl or guy from physique to IQ. This serves to kind of trick yourself, that while you have dream guy who you know doesn’t to the T exist you start to be more open to options that were there all along who meet your criteria and are even more unique based on their flaws! After all flaws make the person!

Start to think about these things! Later I will post MY ideal person *o lord…* and then continue with the tips and tricks I’m slowly discovering!

 

The Serenity Series, Letter 2: Love Is

Love, the question of all man’s existence: the indescribable thing that no one knows what it is. Why does one love? How does one love? If there is in this modern-day crisis such a thing, what the hell is it? Can it be found if sought out by the best of excursions? Can it be unearthed by a woman’s affection? Or is it a feeling of a moment that is result of a benevolent deed?

In all these things it is unknown to any man unknown to any woman; unfelt by any human and unfathomable by any mind. It cannot be labeled for it is not a thing [although every connotation of reference defines it as such] that is tangible or perceptible. Nothing upon this given  earth is accurately analyzed so therefore how is it even quite possible to apply ones inhibitions to something that cannot even be identified, classified, or neatly distributed? There are many philosophies and cynicisms to arrive in the ballpark of what this “existence” is. There are ideas that state that love is a feeling that comes by the affection of others. There are philosophies that relate love to the inhibitions of the God-given soul, and even spew that love doesn’t even exist –the thoughts that of a cynic­–however, nobody has yet to be able to answer the questions “Why” and “how” genuinely without referring to it as some sort of reaction to human libido. Those references demonstrate shallow thought and are more describing sexual attraction than that of a “pure love” that may or may not(yet according to them, does) exist.

Now as seen from all religious aspects and the zany idea of billion upon billions of people that populate the planet Earth, love, exist whether we as stubborn individuals like to accept it or not. It is something, rather tangible or not. It is something rather visible or not. It is something and what exactly is that something?

Love, is nothing that is tangible, it is none of these things yet it is all of these things. It is nothing. It is something. It exists to that exists it is unsearchable, unfathomable, indescribable. Love…love…love exist from no man. Love exists from no woman. God is Love, and love is given not taken, not abused. Love is not a kiss in the rain. Love is not a word to name ones feelings. Love is forgiving after he/she has hurt you over and over and you do not know why. Love is accepting the pain and torture you receive. Love is keeping that person in your thought ever hour upon minute upon second of each day. Love is not saying it, love is not doing, not feeling. Love is ‘loving’. It is nothing that can be described as “something”. It is something that is obtained by nothing. Love is no one but God, but love is given to us as a precious gift in which we as a whole afflict. So I tell you the truth, do not feel, do not lie. Do not search; do not abide by the creed which is mandated by your accustomed mind. Love as love is planted in your heart, do not force it; do not wonder. It will come to you if you take a gamble, and believe in love’s purity and wholesomeness.

Love is a binding death in the abyss of ever. Never to be lost, never to be scorned, never to be forgotten, but always…”is”.

Related articles

• The Revelation Series, Letter 1: The Revelation (onemillioninone.wordpress.com)
• To Love or not to Love. That is the Question (onemillioninone.wordpress.com)

 

A Poem Again

Last poem I have about Sampson, maybe not my last one but this one is la fin of being the old-me and moving on slowly, and just being honest to be real.

Not a poem, not a ring

Not a cost, nor a thing

May profess my love for you.

Not a song—

It’s not a game—

Nor a lyric shall be sang

For  nothing speaks ‘I love you’

Than what three words from voice can do—

I loved you well,

I love  you still,

A hallowed hall shall forever be a place for you.

There, in my heart is this place

A special home of yours

An abode, held near and close to my soul

Not time, not distance

Not height, nor depth

Ever’ll sep’rate you from me

Yet in theory you shall be gone—

In my heart still are you strong!

Your mem’ry and eyes stay absolute

Never earth, nor air

Never love, or care

Never hate, or pardon

Lies, nor truth…

Never a poem nor a song….

Never height nor depth

Never distance, near or far

Forever nothing to steal you from my heart

 

Silver Bracelet

Now THIS is my favorite poem. Yet again it is about Sampson and this holds in 4 stanzas not my entire emotions but it’s pretty damn close to how I felt–or rather feel– about him. Trust me you’ll love it.

From the very first time that you I saw—

From your glor’ous eyes and blessed arms—

Have I been in love with you

A holiness about your smile

And an innocence in your heart;

I have ever so longed to dwell in companion

To the guiltless nature born you within.

Years have gone and days to follow

Yea have I spoken a lovely word

From afar I have you admired,

And from off have I cried this solemn tear.

Strong have I failed to stay;

To weakness and its depths have I fallen!

But know it do I, I am still in love with you

A token of my heart I did give to you

A silver piece from me to you

Does it glimmer as do your pure, sweet eyes

Its gleam to make my heart beat free—

Yet of this trinket wrapped still ‘round your wrist

I can only feel there is still a chance;

A chance that I can still love you

Tears have I fought

Lies have I silently told!

Days and years from me have fled!

Life of mine it wanes

Near’r my death arise

Aye, be there still that silver bracelet

With your name embossed forever there …

And my heartbeat in its core…

Whispering my zealous love for you…

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