Poetry Romance Pt lll. A Self Portrait
So freedom is actually LIVING in each moment, the depths of the imagination. So that the inner, creative centre can be shown. That is God on earth. And it takes an incredible amount of courage every second of the day. We blame and shame because we don't know this and because when we do, it is too hard to do. Courage, courage and courage. Courage is the soul. Courage is God. Courage is us.
Temujin © 2011
I woke up one day and realised I had finally become present on earth. That I had finally arrived. I was no longer inhibited, shy, envious, wooden, holding back or trying to be invisible. The negative ego was dead, self esteem was mine and I had entered the magical world of mystery and courage, called Soul. I had died and been born again.
I woke up one day and realised I had finally become present on earth. That I had finally arrived. I was no longer inhibited, shy, envious, wooden, holding back or trying to be invisible. The negative ego was dead, self esteem was mine and I had entered the magical world of mystery and courage, called Soul. I had died and been born again.
Temujin © 2011
Misogyny, being the utter hatred of women. Boys brought up to kill their sisters. All in the name of the tribe. A man, not being able to get a hard on, unless he beats, shames and hurts his woman. Male sexuality is about as erotic as a cold gun. That is what the tribe has taught its sons and why women like me are left out in the cold. And I am glad in my sorrow, that I never had to get close up to a woman killer of the tribe. A henchman of the forefathers. A high priestess killer. A simple soldier of war. Simple, being the operative word. Ego is simple. And the ego of a tribe son is the most simple of all. Bred like a pig, reared like a mono dimensional moron. All in the name of what is called love. That is not love.
Love is the mastery of love and hate to create the greatest and most sensual sexuality of the heart and loins on earth. The sexuality of passion and rage and kindness and respect, wrapped up all in one. That is love and that is sexuality. Anything else, you can shove it up your tribal behinds. You are not sexy. You are rape.
Love is the mastery of love and hate to create the greatest and most sensual sexuality of the heart and loins on earth. The sexuality of passion and rage and kindness and respect, wrapped up all in one. That is love and that is sexuality. Anything else, you can shove it up your tribal behinds. You are not sexy. You are rape.
Temujin © 2011
I came here to find out why men don't love women like me. WHY they won't love me. I found out and now I am free. Free to live in hell. But free at least, from their hell.
Temujin © 2011