"Boreas" by John William Waterhouse: This picture is so named after the Greek "god" of the North Wind. Despite the name and meaning of the name, I always found this picture striking because she seems as if she is deep in thought, though the wind of the world is raging all around her, like she is realizing some truth. "A Stream of Thought" I. I do not wish to weave worlds. For The worlds I weave, Are the Fabric of mere cobwebs, That Sway in the breeze: Fragile, frail, and faint of heart. II. When carnal desires, Shred us hollow, from the inside, out, How much more fragile, Our Ideas of the same ilk become, And more pathetic the façade, the image, Renders under the light of truth, But when comforts are stripped, From this mortal vehicle, The cruelty of carnality, Rears its ugly head, In the nature of our drive, Not the supernatural spirituality, But that visceral, mercenary nature, Of our vehicle's insatiable need for comfort, That sweet escapist's comfort, And of course, The pull of our skin must boast brightly, As we assume such a desire is fulfilled. However, just as every high fades, This one fades into chaotic insatiability, A completely unstable desire, Not for an act of a comfort, but its result; The desire is to hurt less, And the how-to guide in our DNA, Is more viciously animal than the animal, Who's emotional capacity is human than the human, Who would raise themselves above the animal. III. It is not all together bad, To deeply desire, But the matter of "why?", How such came into one's heart, Is just as relevant as the sincerity of a deed. If the desire for love is born out of escapism, It is a shadow, not love, If the desire for love is as winning a prize, It is control, not love desired, But an earnest yearning, Etched in the very core of your being, Since before you can remember, A soul's song sung hopefully yet sadly, To it's Gracious Creator, It must be real. However the trap comes in when, The capacity for every negative desire, Is written in the library of your DNA, Whilst the earnest, honest longing, Sounds from a place, never so frail, And breathes entirely of meaningful purpose. IV. Nothing is ever so hid, From the all-seeing eyes, Those of He whom made ours to perceive. ©Mary Spotted Eagle Woman Roberts In between every stanza of this poem was questions and prayers against habits that are all too often encouraged in the minds of people, from when they where younger to their adulthood. How does one fight against that deep indoctrination that caters to our most based weaknesses? The answer is that no one can do that for themselves, save the hand of God works such an tremendously freeing act in their life as giving them clarity & giving them the ability to coach their mind; even then, that is not entirely themselves.
We are told that we can do all, that the book that is our DNA, created itself, though somehow, we have managed to forget it. But, don't worry, you have the capability to control anything you want in this life right? You can be your own "god" and recreate yourself. *rolls eyes* It sounds very much to my ears that such an idea is meant to piggy-back off of the creation of The Creator, whilst simultaneously worshiping the creation, and saying The Creator is not only fallible, but not really, really The Creator. The promised splendors of Vanity and Selfishness, pale in comparison in terms of intensity, to the direct consequences of their lordship over a person's life, because it will always be incomplete, lacking, found wanting, an unanswered question that is just being ran around like a politician trying to come up with a good reason why his party needs more money. They never want to acknowledge the beginning, for the beginning they didn't have mastery over, so their foundation is deceit, and upon such they build buildings destined to crumble; all because they don't want to recognize the truth, the beginning that invalidates their lies, but validates their end. The beginning: (I like how John says it) "1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 The same was in the beginning with God. 3 All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. 4 In him was life; and the life was the light of men. 5 And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not." ~John 1:5 ~Mary S.E.W. Roberts
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AuthorMary Spotted Eagle Woman Roberts has love for God, family, artistic crafts, and the written word. She has published a few articles, a few anthologies and still finds it hilarious that to sound official, one merely has to talk about one's self in the third person. Archives
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"Cabaret" from his album "Satin" "Floret" from his album "Chapter Two: Mild" |