Is There Beauty in Sodom? by Jonothing, literature
Literature
Is There Beauty in Sodom?
"Is there beauty in Sodom? Believe me, that for the immense mass of mankind beauty is found in Sodom. Did you know that secret? The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man."
To be in love with someone, that you are not allowed to love,
is the most blissful torture, and results in a diluted soul.
To fall in love with her ideal, is the fantasy,
that you never want to wake up from,
that you want to leave behind.
The love for her is for the love of a goddess,
and as you wake, she becomes as a laceration in your heartstrings.
Yet you still fi
To be a master of love,
Is to be a liar,
For there are no masters of love,
There are masters of the self, others,
Even masters of God.
Humanity's biggest crime it is said,
Is that we do not believe in love, even less
Than we believe in God.
This is a mystery.
Love is infinitely more available, tangible,
And altogether more noticeable than God.
If God is the air, then Love is a rock.
Unless you were told, you'd never know God was all around you.
The lumps and bruises upon my head alone should prove as to the existence of Love
With the effects of Love so plainly visible,
One must fear what God will to do the Earth,
For h
The canvas is white,
with winter snow.
A lone mountain,
too tall to climb.
Crawling on hands and knees,
too much weight on one back.
The lake is dry,
and the sun is hot.
The canvas is still white,
Bleached in the sun.
Parched,
he sets down his paint brush.
And the maggots feed...
I would like to reach out my hand,
I may see you, I may tell you to run
You know what they say about the young.
Well pick me up with golden hands
Oh may see you, Oh may tell you to run.
You know what they say about the young
Well I would like to hold my little, hand
I will run I will. I will cry I will.
I would like to hold my little, hand.
I will run I will. I will cry.
Send me on my way, on my way
On December 29, 2008 at 2:02 AM Cathie Drakulich said:
> Hey Baby love. If you have a problem with me you need to say it to my face. Instead of putting thigs on pages were i wouldn't see it. But i will. So if you have a problem about my personality message me directley. That just shows that you're a Fucking coward like the rest of these brain washed fags. So i wouldn't talk if i were you. Get a life looser.
Sorry about the long reply, I was having a life. I really don't even know or care what you were getting your panties into a bunch about when you wrote your 'angry letter' like it's supposed to mean something. You should take up a hobby t
Jbism is a dying faith.
he's forsaken himself time and time again.
When the times in a person's life change
so must the people change to the times
Jesus gave.
Jesus was the whore of the world.
Jesus's religion was redeeming mankind.
So please be sure to tip him with your sins on your way out.
To devote yourself entirely
is to have religion
This is the only thing I want to believe
This is a new religion to me
Give me all of your sins
So that I may find heaven
in you,
with you
You didn't create the universe
You did something so much more impossible
You flipped a universe already flawed and made it perfect
You made my universe
In the land of the blind
the one eyed
six inch snake spewer
rapes supreme
In the eyes of 'they'
we will cum
in appreciation
for all the good they've done
When you gain the wisdom
that those with authority over you
need their superiority to sustain life in them
You begin to realize...
...that rebelling only
reminds them of their place
right on top of you
and it's just another undeserved lungfull of air born out of satisfaction
Rebel against your rebellion
Create your own societal sandbox
where your beliefs and technicalities reign supreme
and they aren't allowed access
Crush the bully at his own game
Jump from a bridge to
Not yet
I need my rest
for the journey ahead;
thank god at least you'll be there.
We are both armored from head to toe
there's no need to hinder ourselves so.
I've got your back
if you've got mine.
Now I'm dreamin'
of the road ahead
are we taking the right turn?
or are we setting ourselves to burn?
My engine's not broken
I'm just driving on 'E'
My friend, will you fill 'er up?
My love, will you take me along for the ride?
Here's the money, and keep the change
now maybe my life will still be the same
Here's my love, but keep the pain...
in MY pocket, because for you...
I'll take the blame.
He sits alone and rubs on his face
the expressions go numb
He's running out of ways
ways to say, ways to express
All these words don't mean a thing
He's looking at the ocean
it's staring back at him
All these memories have gone
lost in the sand
Everything I hold dear, everything I am
all just washes away, cleanses my hands
Gonna wait and watch the sunset
watch it with you
Gonna wait while the world turns
til darkness consumes
I'm gonna wait until you realize
there's nobody there
I'm gonna wait until its too late
but you didn't care
As I sit and watch you leave me
I wonder why
and as I stand to leave this twilight
I feel
Is There Beauty in Sodom? by Jonothing, literature
Literature
Is There Beauty in Sodom?
"Is there beauty in Sodom? Believe me, that for the immense mass of mankind beauty is found in Sodom. Did you know that secret? The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man."
To be in love with someone, that you are not allowed to love,
is the most blissful torture, and results in a diluted soul.
To fall in love with her ideal, is the fantasy,
that you never want to wake up from,
that you want to leave behind.
The love for her is for the love of a goddess,
and as you wake, she becomes as a laceration in your heartstrings.
Yet you still fi
To be a master of love,
Is to be a liar,
For there are no masters of love,
There are masters of the self, others,
Even masters of God.
Humanity's biggest crime it is said,
Is that we do not believe in love, even less
Than we believe in God.
This is a mystery.
Love is infinitely more available, tangible,
And altogether more noticeable than God.
If God is the air, then Love is a rock.
Unless you were told, you'd never know God was all around you.
The lumps and bruises upon my head alone should prove as to the existence of Love
With the effects of Love so plainly visible,
One must fear what God will to do the Earth,
For h
The canvas is white,
with winter snow.
A lone mountain,
too tall to climb.
Crawling on hands and knees,
too much weight on one back.
The lake is dry,
and the sun is hot.
The canvas is still white,
Bleached in the sun.
Parched,
he sets down his paint brush.
And the maggots feed...
I would like to reach out my hand,
I may see you, I may tell you to run
You know what they say about the young.
Well pick me up with golden hands
Oh may see you, Oh may tell you to run.
You know what they say about the young
Well I would like to hold my little, hand
I will run I will. I will cry I will.
I would like to hold my little, hand.
I will run I will. I will cry.
Send me on my way, on my way
On December 29, 2008 at 2:02 AM Cathie Drakulich said:
> Hey Baby love. If you have a problem with me you need to say it to my face. Instead of putting thigs on pages were i wouldn't see it. But i will. So if you have a problem about my personality message me directley. That just shows that you're a Fucking coward like the rest of these brain washed fags. So i wouldn't talk if i were you. Get a life looser.
Sorry about the long reply, I was having a life. I really don't even know or care what you were getting your panties into a bunch about when you wrote your 'angry letter' like it's supposed to mean something. You should take up a hobby t
Jbism is a dying faith.
he's forsaken himself time and time again.
When the times in a person's life change
so must the people change to the times
Jesus gave.
Jesus was the whore of the world.
Jesus's religion was redeeming mankind.
So please be sure to tip him with your sins on your way out.
To devote yourself entirely
is to have religion
This is the only thing I want to believe
This is a new religion to me
Give me all of your sins
So that I may find heaven
in you,
with you
You didn't create the universe
You did something so much more impossible
You flipped a universe already flawed and made it perfect
You made my universe
In the land of the blind
the one eyed
six inch snake spewer
rapes supreme
In the eyes of 'they'
we will cum
in appreciation
for all the good they've done
When you gain the wisdom
that those with authority over you
need their superiority to sustain life in them
You begin to realize...
...that rebelling only
reminds them of their place
right on top of you
and it's just another undeserved lungfull of air born out of satisfaction
Rebel against your rebellion
Create your own societal sandbox
where your beliefs and technicalities reign supreme
and they aren't allowed access
Crush the bully at his own game
Jump from a bridge to
Not yet
I need my rest
for the journey ahead;
thank god at least you'll be there.
We are both armored from head to toe
there's no need to hinder ourselves so.
I've got your back
if you've got mine.
Now I'm dreamin'
of the road ahead
are we taking the right turn?
or are we setting ourselves to burn?
My engine's not broken
I'm just driving on 'E'
My friend, will you fill 'er up?
My love, will you take me along for the ride?
Here's the money, and keep the change
now maybe my life will still be the same
Here's my love, but keep the pain...
in MY pocket, because for you...
I'll take the blame.
He sits alone and rubs on his face
the expressions go numb
He's running out of ways
ways to say, ways to express
All these words don't mean a thing
He's looking at the ocean
it's staring back at him
All these memories have gone
lost in the sand
Everything I hold dear, everything I am
all just washes away, cleanses my hands
Gonna wait and watch the sunset
watch it with you
Gonna wait while the world turns
til darkness consumes
I'm gonna wait until you realize
there's nobody there
I'm gonna wait until its too late
but you didn't care
As I sit and watch you leave me
I wonder why
and as I stand to leave this twilight
I feel
Like silly scarecrows, we decided that maybe hearts weren't such bad things, after all, and perhaps, we might try to have one. Some weeks, years, texts, or phone calls later, we have decided that hearts were a bad idea, and put our particles into Swiss vaults for safe-keeping, because they are exactly the sort of things that people love to steal.
For a time afterward, it's always the smells that catch you off-guard. You can look away from their face, you can walk out of range of their voice, you can block them online, only think of the bad times, and delete their number from your phone to keep you from anything desperate, but you can't stop
He watched her dancing to his song, her small, slender form no longer the graceful child-ballerina he had fallen in love with in their college years, when he aspired to philharmonic fame, and she to the world's brightest stages. It was this woman-child he had envisioned while writing the joyful piece, so many years ago, when the very air surrounding them had tasted of spring and innocence, when there had been no patches of needle-scars to mar her skin, no brokenness to halt her movements. When her lips had still held their secret kiss and her smile lacked the sad knowing that leaked from her eyes every now and again when he held her.
She dan
a whore to the muse by oracle-of-nonsense, literature
Literature
a whore to the muse
"let's get two bottles of good champagne,
drink one,
make love,
then drink the other."
she's a classy
drinker (meaning wino, not
alcoholic) with a craving for champagne
and the taste of skin.
she's a classy
lover (meaning silk scarves, not
handcuffs) with her secrets
stashed beneath A-lines and sweaters.
"do you ever wish you could be
like me?"
"where sex came naturally
and meant nothing?
Sometimes."
"why?"
"inspiration, mostly."
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Favourite Visual Artist
other than myself (conceited) probably Leonardo DaVinci, Michealangelo, Trent Reznor...one of those.
Favourite Movies
The Dark Knight, a few others with some more depth.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Tie b/w Nine Inch Nails and Pearl Jam
Favourite Writers
Trent Reznor, Eddie Vedder, e e cummings
Favourite Games
probably Oblivion.
Favourite Gaming Platform
XBOX 360
Tools of the Trade
uhhhhh I like to think that artists need hands so lets go with that.
Other Interests
Fantasy like Lord of the Rings, Eldar Scrolls IV: Oblivion, The Matrix, Star Wars, etc.
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