Tнε Path of Faith

I want to hurt you just to hear you screeeeam my name... I want to love you but I better not touch I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop I want to kiss you but I want it too much I want to taste you, but your lips are venomous poison you're poison running through my veins I don't want to break these chains your mouth, so.. hot your web, I'm caught your skin, so moist Black leather , on sweat My cruel device Blood like ice One look could kill your pain, my thrill I hear you calling and it's needles and pins I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name Don't want to touch you, my fingers are singed .. but you're under my skin Burnin' deep inside my brain Flowing  deeeeeep inSide my veins. ⇉   Eternally Alice.

I crave a utopian society.  A dream, I know. As I cannot  imagine any aspect of this world ever achieving that ideal, considering its appalling state of dystopian realities. I crave a utopian existence.  Unfortunately, absolutely unrealisable as one still has to co-exist with the external dsytopian and uber dysfunctional society. Perhaps, someDay I might create one. A society of pure constructive freedom. Constructive, because freedom without boundaries will result in anarchy. Paradox? Nay. Contradictory? Nay. Nay. Absolute freedom is a (realistic) myth same way a utopian society is. So, I will continuue to trudge through the murky waters of everyDay realties; and perhaps, someDay: I may be able to run stark naked into the ocean and swim to the ficticious island withOut having to reTurn to the human cesspool. Till then, I can only dream... Our world.

What is life about? The search for truth? The pursuit of freedom? The continuous state of hope? Attaining the pinnacle of contentment? What is it, really? Is it about the  Rituals of EXISTence ? White picket fences and well trimmed lawns? Keeping up with the joneses? Really? Attending high society functions wearing lace and diamonds? What is it all about? (A) There is a beginning - Birth.   (B) There is a middle - Life.   (C) There is an end - Death. If we are aware of the above, this then implies that life is about B -  the (not so) straight line between A and C. If this is the case, then why waste the precious currency called Time on nonsensities? Live well. Live free. Peace to all. ~FIN~

"Death like birth is the secret of nature". Marcus  Aurelius  Antoninus (2nd century AD).   Imagine the words of a man living after him HUNDREDS of centuries later.   C'est un incredible...