Patterns repeat. Business. Economies. Empires. Relationships. They all recycle habits and events. Unless the fundamentals change.
Endless Destructive Cycles
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Patterns repeat. Business. Economies. Empires. Relationships. They all recycle habits and events. Unless the fundamentals change.
We are all broken. Yet in kinstugi I have filled my cracks not with silver nor gold, but something more precious. Purpose.
If I could have helped you avoid this pain I would have. But it was inevitable and so I try to help you hold it all together.
Separate the merely physical, the only temporal from the eternal. Separate physical lust short term dust from lasting trust. Separate earthy pleasure timely measure from unending treasure. Separate. Fly like a dove to Heaven above to my Infinite Love.
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Today may not be the day I win. But today is not the day I give in.
1001 Arabian nights Scheherazade spun tales. 1000 days I write poems for your love. Her life was spared.
Lifeguards are taught to save the drowning, but if they are flailing and harming the savior we kick back in self-protection, allowing you to fail before we save you from yourself.
You are a liar and a user. You lie to everyone, yourself most of all. And you use anything and anyone to try and fill your voids. Insatiably hiding from yourself.
The bright blue eyes of the Irish are darkened like the sky over the sea as the storm rolls in. For my soul is roiled and lashed by pain and destroyed by your lies.