Perspective

Life goes outside of the economic sphere.  Life goes in to philosophical and social spheres, as well.  Have you asked the smoker you know, “Did you just enjoy that cigarette?”  Have you asked the rich friend, “Where you satisfied when you made that last deposit?”  Did you ask the poor friend, “Does poverty fulfill you, and why?”  Did you ask yourself, “Does the light of my life correctly exault me?”  Looking for faults is merely one edge of the double edged sword.  Looking for light and security is the other edge of the double edged sword.

Perspective: Desire

One night, I was walking the street.  I was attempting to maintain a modesty about myself.  Although, I am light so my attempt was hardly modest.  A person yelled out, “What are you running from?”  Quite frankly, I was not running from anything.  I merely chose to walk, using a back-street.  I was attempting to embrace something, a place… modestly.  Although, the truth of what the man had yelled out pierced directly into my spirit.  Everybody on the streets is running from something.

I can only imagine the typical judgments: work, debt, life, death, or what-have-you.  Although, what is my answer to such a question.  What am I running from, being homeless… refusing to beg for alms.  I am running away from judgments while running toward my own.  I am a tormented artist, a master of my own right, and sold my soul a long time ago.  What-ever my soul will be when I run into it again at death, I see now.  Although, what it is in my hands… belonging to another… is torment.

I might have concluded the word at that note.  Although, I am not simply writing for myself.  I am writing for the sake that another shall see truth within herself.  Therefore I say, I am a brazen soul.  I have no regrets, only suffering and torment.  No matter how much pain I encounter, no matter what harm I suffer… I know it was entirely my fault and my own doing.  No regrets, only pain and torment.  Because I refuse sex, and I refuse the judgment of others.

Perspective: Men and Health

“A guy who does not talk to men, does.”

Life is a beautiful thing to me.  It certainly does no harm to life, that I happen to be a beautiful guy.  At least, that’s what it seems like as I go about.  I remember that day, when I signed up at Bally Total Fitness… using a fake identification card.  I remember that day, at two years.  I remember that day, at five years.  And today, I remember that day… at thirteen years.

Life is entirely illumined.  I just up and transfigured.  Whether I am a pagan or not, is not the issue.  The fact is that my face is seared with light as I embrace stars, all and every day.  I walk around and joy just erupts within me as I perpetuate the perfection I am.  That my body looks 180, and I only weigh 163, is merely the footnote.  The truth is this, at my strongest times… I was never happy.  I was in the three hundred club, fat content below the tens and above the negative ones.  I was a certified gym rat.  I was an absolute guru; I quit high school football because it got in the way of my weights.  Although… I had never succeeded in any of these things, having succeeded.

To be quite honest, I am a consecrated virgin.  Let me just let the name Athena to be mentioned, and all these fires and stones will get started on just the rite note.  Let me just say Yahweh, to close it.  Look, everyone knows I’m dead now.  So, can we continue talking?  I am a consecrated virgin.  I had always been working out, for the sake of another.  I had no other, I have never had an other.  Therefore, I had no happiness.  Only work, and hope in a thing which never existed; hope in a thing I could never see.  The only thing I could see was myself, and I had not the eyes to see me for me.

The day which arrived, transforming my personal life into a career (so to speak), is when I stopped concerning myself with my personal life (the gym and my body).  That is when I gained the life which I had been missing, cause.  I realized, Feminity is the most precious garden existing on earth because it perpetuates its self using virtue.  My entire career had had no cause, only virtue.  My entire view had merely been about me, and the attempt to create myself beautiful for the me to be.  I had not thought about what she needed.  I was merely being me.