Notes from an old journal:
Os iusi meditabitur sapientiam
The mouth of the just shall meditate wisdom
Et lingua eius loquetur indicium
And his tongue shall speak judgment
Beatus vin qui suffert tentationem
Blessed is the man who endures temptation
Quoniam cum probatus fuerit
For, once he has been tried
Accipict coronam vitae
He shall receive the crown of life
Kyrie. Ignis divine, eleison
Oh Lord, oh Holy Fire, have mercy
Oh quam sancta, quam serena
Oh how sacred, how serene
Quam benigna, quam amoena
How benevolent, how lovely
Oh castitatis lilium
Oh Lily of Purity
Any authority is rendered null and void insomuch as it demands subordination on the basis of error.
Another morning of cheep sunlight
Falling on forgotten dreams
Another afternoon of careworn hands
Clutching at dying things
I rolled a cigarette out of words
And smoked it to the butt
The devil within you
Is empty words
"More strictly, however, it [murder] denoted secret murder, which in Germanic antiquity was alone regarded as (in the modern sense) a crime, open homicide being considered a private wrong calling for blood-revenge or compensation." -excerpt from OED on 'Murder'
Pages and ink to lock away my hopes and fears and dreams and tears, to relegate these aspects of my humanity to nothingness, to leave me as I in resignation have determined to become, empty and waste.
Passion is the bitch that reason sometimes falls for.
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