
Dissected Threads
Tread One : How Hook up and Porn Culture Destroys Sacred Intimacy
Thread Two : Hedonism vs Virtue Ethics.

Intro:This poem descends into the moment betrayal is no longer hidden and rage learns to speak. What begins as loyalty rots into illusion, and from that fracture, wrath is born—not as chaos, but as intention. Read with caution: this is the anatomy of a soul pushed past forgiveness. Outro:And when the echoes fade, what remains

In the relentless tick of the wristwatch, time reveals its cruel indifference—Father Time eroding youth, flesh, and fragile hopes into dust, while death lingers like an inevitable embrace. This piece confronts the quiet terror of running out of moments for authentic love, crushed instead by the heavy, hollow weight of lust and repeated defeats. What

This poem is for people haunted by eyes that once sparkled with wonder, now overflowing with ruin. She chose and obsessed—to go to the soul cage.I wrote this once I saw: love without real caution is just code waiting to flood.Faith sank deeper when pretence ended and her obsession met my disarray.No sermon here just

The poem “Eminently…” by Joseph Le Artist captures the double-edged nature of ecstasy: an overwhelming force that initially electrifies the soul and psychology but ultimately acts as a curse, pinning the speaker down like a fallen angel chained to earth. This intoxicating high feeds vices, nightmares, and a once-heartless existence, revealing itself as bondage rather

The strangest thing about human desire is its capacity to clothe illusion in the radiance of truth. We behold the caramel glow of skin, the flowing mane of hair, the whispered “Papi” that promises to uproot mountains, and we name it beauty—perhaps even salvation. Yet beneath the sunlit surface lies an upside-down dimension, a realm

Dissected Threads
Tread One : How Hook up and Porn Culture Destroys Sacred Intimacy
Thread Two : Hedonism vs Virtue Ethics.

Intro:This poem descends into the moment betrayal is no longer hidden and rage learns to speak. What begins as loyalty rots into illusion, and from that fracture, wrath is born—not as chaos, but as intention. Read with caution: this is the anatomy of a soul pushed past forgiveness. Outro:And when the echoes fade, what remains

In the relentless tick of the wristwatch, time reveals its cruel indifference—Father Time eroding youth, flesh, and fragile hopes into dust, while death lingers like an inevitable embrace. This piece confronts the quiet terror of running out of moments for authentic love, crushed instead by the heavy, hollow weight of lust and repeated defeats. What

This poem is for people haunted by eyes that once sparkled with wonder, now overflowing with ruin. She chose and obsessed—to go to the soul cage.I wrote this once I saw: love without real caution is just code waiting to flood.Faith sank deeper when pretence ended and her obsession met my disarray.No sermon here just

The poem “Eminently…” by Joseph Le Artist captures the double-edged nature of ecstasy: an overwhelming force that initially electrifies the soul and psychology but ultimately acts as a curse, pinning the speaker down like a fallen angel chained to earth. This intoxicating high feeds vices, nightmares, and a once-heartless existence, revealing itself as bondage rather

The strangest thing about human desire is its capacity to clothe illusion in the radiance of truth. We behold the caramel glow of skin, the flowing mane of hair, the whispered “Papi” that promises to uproot mountains, and we name it beauty—perhaps even salvation. Yet beneath the sunlit surface lies an upside-down dimension, a realm


Dissected Threads
Tread One : Poetry as a Katana: The Philosophy Quest To Cleanse And Illuminate Society.

Intro:This poem descends into the moment betrayal is no longer hidden and rage learns to speak. What begins as loyalty rots into illusion, and from that fracture, wrath is born—not as chaos, but as intention. Read with caution: this is the anatomy of a soul pushed past forgiveness. Outro:And when the echoes fade, what remains

In the relentless tick of the wristwatch, time reveals its cruel indifference—Father Time eroding youth, flesh, and fragile hopes into dust, while death lingers like an inevitable embrace. This piece confronts the quiet terror of running out of moments for authentic love, crushed instead by the heavy, hollow weight of lust and repeated defeats. What

This poem is for people haunted by eyes that once sparkled with wonder, now overflowing with ruin. She chose and obsessed—to go to the soul cage.I wrote this once I saw: love without real caution is just code waiting to flood.Faith sank deeper when pretence ended and her obsession met my disarray.No sermon here just

The poem “Eminently…” by Joseph Le Artist captures the double-edged nature of ecstasy: an overwhelming force that initially electrifies the soul and psychology but ultimately acts as a curse, pinning the speaker down like a fallen angel chained to earth. This intoxicating high feeds vices, nightmares, and a once-heartless existence, revealing itself as bondage rather

The strangest thing about human desire is its capacity to clothe illusion in the radiance of truth. We behold the caramel glow of skin, the flowing mane of hair, the whispered “Papi” that promises to uproot mountains, and we name it beauty—perhaps even salvation. Yet beneath the sunlit surface lies an upside-down dimension, a realm
The concept of “broken soul ties” in the poem resonates with Martin Buber’s I-Thou philosophy, which champions authentic, mutual relationships where individuals encounter each other as sacred subjects. When soul ties break, it signals a collapse of this I-Thou dynamic, reducing others to mere objects (I-It), fostering isolation and distrust. This erosion of trust, as the poem suggests, extends beyond human connections to a profound alienation from “God up above,” reflecting an existential crisis where both human and divine relationships are fractured, leaving the self disconnected and wary.
Biblical Take: The poem’s portrayal of broken trust echoes Psalm 55:12-14, where David grieves the betrayal of a trusted companion, capturing the deep wound of severed soul ties—intimate emotional or spiritual bonds. Biblically, such ties can turn destructive when rooted in sin, as seen in 1 Corinthians 6:16, which warns against unholy unions. The poem’s distrust in God mirrors a spiritual rupture, yet scriptures like Proverbs 3:5-6 offer hope, urging reliance on the Lord to mend brokenness and restore trust in both divine and human relationships through faith and healing.
The Problem of Trust: Broken soul ties, whether philosophical or biblical, create a pervasive trust deficit that destabilizes relationships and spiritual grounding. Philosophically, the shift from I-Thou to I-It dehumanizes connections, breeding suspicion and disconnection. Biblically, betrayal and sinful bonds deepen this wound, challenging faith in God and others. The poem’s lament of distrust reflects this dual alienation, yet both perspectives suggest a path forward: Buber’s call to re-engage authentically and scripture’s promise of divine restoration point to rebuilding trust through intentional, faithful reconnection with the human and the divine.


Intro:This poem descends into the moment betrayal is no longer hidden and rage learns to speak. What begins as loyalty rots into illusion, and from that fracture, wrath is born—not as chaos, but as intention. Read with caution: this is the anatomy of a soul pushed past forgiveness. Outro:And when the echoes fade, what remains

In the relentless tick of the wristwatch, time reveals its cruel indifference—Father Time eroding youth, flesh, and fragile hopes into dust, while death lingers like an inevitable embrace. This piece confronts the quiet terror of running out of moments for authentic love, crushed instead by the heavy, hollow weight of lust and repeated defeats. What

This poem is for people haunted by eyes that once sparkled with wonder, now overflowing with ruin. She chose and obsessed—to go to the soul cage.I wrote this once I saw: love without real caution is just code waiting to flood.Faith sank deeper when pretence ended and her obsession met my disarray.No sermon here just

The poem “Eminently…” by Joseph Le Artist captures the double-edged nature of ecstasy: an overwhelming force that initially electrifies the soul and psychology but ultimately acts as a curse, pinning the speaker down like a fallen angel chained to earth. This intoxicating high feeds vices, nightmares, and a once-heartless existence, revealing itself as bondage rather

The strangest thing about human desire is its capacity to clothe illusion in the radiance of truth. We behold the caramel glow of skin, the flowing mane of hair, the whispered “Papi” that promises to uproot mountains, and we name it beauty—perhaps even salvation. Yet beneath the sunlit surface lies an upside-down dimension, a realm
From an existentialist perspective, the “perfect cycle of lust” encapsulates humanity’s entanglement with inauthentic desires, a concept deeply explored by philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre. Lust, as depicted in the poem, emerges as a repetitive and ultimately hollow pursuit that diverts individuals from a meaningful existence. Rather than fostering genuine connection or love, it ensnares the speaker in a loop of fleeting gratification, devoid of deeper purpose. This cycle mirrors Sartre’s notion of “bad faith,” where individuals evade their inherent freedom and responsibility by surrendering to base impulses, thus forsaking authentic selfhood.
The poem’s speaker grapples with a profound sense of entrapment, caught in the relentless rhythm of desire that promises fulfillment but delivers only temporary satisfaction. This struggle reflects the existential tension between the pursuit of immediate pleasures and the search for enduring meaning. Sartre argues that humans are condemned to be free, yet the speaker’s immersion in lust represents a flight from this freedom, a refusal to confront the anxiety of crafting a purposeful life. The cycle of lust becomes a distraction, a way to avoid the daunting task of defining one’s essence in an indifferent universe.
This entrapment is further compounded by the speaker’s awareness of their predicament, yet their inability to break free. The “perfect cycle” suggests a self-perpetuating system, seductive in its predictability, that lulls the individual into complacency. Sartre’s concept of bad faith is evident here, as the speaker chooses the comfort of repetition over the uncertainty of authentic existence. The poem illustrates how lust, while momentarily exhilarating, becomes a form of existential stagnation, chaining the individual to a life of superficiality rather than one of self-determined purpose or genuine human connection.
Ultimately, the poem serves as a poignant critique of the human condition, highlighting the seductive yet destructive nature of inauthentic desires. The cycle of lust, as an existential trap, underscores the challenge of transcending base impulses to pursue a life of meaning and authenticity. Sartre’s philosophy reminds us that breaking free requires embracing freedom and responsibility, a daunting but necessary step toward true connection and purpose. The speaker’s plight resonates as a universal warning: to remain ensnared in lust is to risk a life unexamined, forever circling but never arriving at the core of what it means to be human.

The Second Tread From “No One Else“
is The Cycle of Lust As Existential Entrapment (Blog)…

Intro:This poem descends into the moment betrayal is no longer hidden and rage learns to speak. What begins as loyalty rots into illusion, and from that fracture, wrath is born—not as chaos, but as intention. Read with caution: this is the anatomy of a soul pushed past forgiveness. Outro:And when the echoes fade, what remains

In the relentless tick of the wristwatch, time reveals its cruel indifference—Father Time eroding youth, flesh, and fragile hopes into dust, while death lingers like an inevitable embrace. This piece confronts the quiet terror of running out of moments for authentic love, crushed instead by the heavy, hollow weight of lust and repeated defeats. What

This poem is for people haunted by eyes that once sparkled with wonder, now overflowing with ruin. She chose and obsessed—to go to the soul cage.I wrote this once I saw: love without real caution is just code waiting to flood.Faith sank deeper when pretence ended and her obsession met my disarray.No sermon here just

The poem “Eminently…” by Joseph Le Artist captures the double-edged nature of ecstasy: an overwhelming force that initially electrifies the soul and psychology but ultimately acts as a curse, pinning the speaker down like a fallen angel chained to earth. This intoxicating high feeds vices, nightmares, and a once-heartless existence, revealing itself as bondage rather

The strangest thing about human desire is its capacity to clothe illusion in the radiance of truth. We behold the caramel glow of skin, the flowing mane of hair, the whispered “Papi” that promises to uproot mountains, and we name it beauty—perhaps even salvation. Yet beneath the sunlit surface lies an upside-down dimension, a realm


Dissected Threads
Tread One : The Cycle of Lust as Existential Entrapment
Tread Two : Broken Soul Ties And the Problem Of Trust