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Thread One : Jungle Fever Vs Caramel Fever : Soulful Layers (Blog)

Introduction: A Love Beyond the Veil of Time In a world captivated by fleeting appearances and societal norms, the poem Her Mature and Seasoned Soul unveils a love that transcends age, judgment, and time itself. With vivid imagery of a woman’s radiant soul and a youthful speaker’s boundless spirit, the poem captures a connection that

The poem “A Tool of Lucy” presents a chilling narrative of a soul ensnared by sin, embodying the archetype of a cold-hearted predator who spiritually and emotionally devastates others. Through its vivid imagery and raw confession, the poem invites exploration of profound philosophical and biblical themes: the nature of evil, the consequences of free will,

“At a young age, he was forced to prevail through hell, throwing pennies into the wishing well, hoping the wishes would heal the scars on his fleshy shell…” “At a young age, he was forced to prevail through hell, throwing pennies into the wishing well, hoping the wishes would heal the scars on his fleshy

Introduction I am joseph le artist, an artist unravelling the depths of human existence, yet I find myself haunted by a poem that paints the streets in blood and despair. The “roadmen” it describes—lost youths shaped by violence and fatherless homes—are more than figures in an urban tragedy. They are a mirror to a world

The poet’s words—“The weight of God’s glory / leaves me hunchbacked, like Notre-Dame. / Still, I am capable of withstanding / and bearing the glorious pain / from the colossal weight in my mind”—strike at the heart of a profound philosophical tension: the encounter between the finite human self and the infinite divine. This brief

Introduction: A Love Beyond the Veil of Time In a world captivated by fleeting appearances and societal norms, the poem Her Mature and Seasoned Soul unveils a love that transcends age, judgment, and time itself. With vivid imagery of a woman’s radiant soul and a youthful speaker’s boundless spirit, the poem captures a connection that

The poem “A Tool of Lucy” presents a chilling narrative of a soul ensnared by sin, embodying the archetype of a cold-hearted predator who spiritually and emotionally devastates others. Through its vivid imagery and raw confession, the poem invites exploration of profound philosophical and biblical themes: the nature of evil, the consequences of free will,

“At a young age, he was forced to prevail through hell, throwing pennies into the wishing well, hoping the wishes would heal the scars on his fleshy shell…” “At a young age, he was forced to prevail through hell, throwing pennies into the wishing well, hoping the wishes would heal the scars on his fleshy

Introduction I am joseph le artist, an artist unravelling the depths of human existence, yet I find myself haunted by a poem that paints the streets in blood and despair. The “roadmen” it describes—lost youths shaped by violence and fatherless homes—are more than figures in an urban tragedy. They are a mirror to a world

The poet’s words—“The weight of God’s glory / leaves me hunchbacked, like Notre-Dame. / Still, I am capable of withstanding / and bearing the glorious pain / from the colossal weight in my mind”—strike at the heart of a profound philosophical tension: the encounter between the finite human self and the infinite divine. This brief

“The Aesthetic Of Decay“
When I see “a gruesome suicide, painted in front of my eyes,” the image hits me with a visceral force, its vividness carving a scene of raw, unfiltered horror into my mind. The word “gruesome” doesn’t just suggest death—it drags me into a decay so deep it repulses and fascinates me all at once, an aesthetic that somehow makes the grotesque beautiful. I can’t help but think of Schopenhauer’s bleak view: life as a ceaseless churn of suffering, a canvas I’m forced to stare at, smeared with despair’s dark shades. For me, this suicide isn’t just an end—it’s a desperate claim to power in a world that offers nothing but pain, the last stroke I imagine on a portrait of collapse.
But the fact that I see it “painted” shifts everything—it’s not just happening; I’m making it art. I’m the one holding the brush, turning chaos into something deliberate. I stand back, not caught up in the mess but watching it unfold, a chronicler of ruin. It feels like Schopenhauer’s resignation creeping in—I know the will to live is a sham, yet here I am, still compelled to look, to record. Whether it’s “Kali” or some suffocating system I’ve conjured, its end isn’t a victory—it’s a self-inflicted fall, and I’m the one staring at it, unflinching.

There’s a strange calm in that distance, a Buddhist echo whispering that nothing lasts—not Kali, not the systems I’ve built in my head, nothing. They crumble, their power fading into a smudge of paint I’ve left on the canvas. Nietzsche’s words hit me here: “What does not kill me makes me stronger” (Twilight of the Idols), but I wonder—maybe it’s not strength I gain, just the grit to keep watching as it all unravels. That gruesome suicide I’ve painted isn’t just a finish line; it’s a truth I can’t escape: everything mighty—gods, rules, me—rots away, and I’m left holding the brush, tracing the outlines of impermanence.
So I find myself caught in this aesthetic of decay, a twisted kind of freedom in the wreckage I’ve imagined. That suicide I see isn’t only suffering—it’s my quiet rebellion against anything lasting too long, against the lie of forever. The Bible’s voice cuts through: “For dust you are, and to dust you shall return” (Genesis 3:19), and I feel it in my bones, a truth that ties me to the dirt and the divine all at once. Schopenhauer’s gloom, Buddhism’s letting go, Nietzsche’s defiance—they mix in me, and I turn the horror into something I can hold, something almost beautiful. What’s left is an image I can’t shake—not a scream, but a proof of everything falling apart, and me, still here, watching it fade.

Introduction: A Love Beyond the Veil of Time In a world captivated by fleeting appearances and societal norms, the poem Her Mature and Seasoned Soul unveils a love that transcends age, judgment, and time itself. With vivid imagery of a woman’s radiant soul and a youthful speaker’s boundless spirit, the poem captures a connection that

The poem “A Tool of Lucy” presents a chilling narrative of a soul ensnared by sin, embodying the archetype of a cold-hearted predator who spiritually and emotionally devastates others. Through its vivid imagery and raw confession, the poem invites exploration of profound philosophical and biblical themes: the nature of evil, the consequences of free will,

“At a young age, he was forced to prevail through hell, throwing pennies into the wishing well, hoping the wishes would heal the scars on his fleshy shell…” “At a young age, he was forced to prevail through hell, throwing pennies into the wishing well, hoping the wishes would heal the scars on his fleshy

Introduction I am joseph le artist, an artist unravelling the depths of human existence, yet I find myself haunted by a poem that paints the streets in blood and despair. The “roadmen” it describes—lost youths shaped by violence and fatherless homes—are more than figures in an urban tragedy. They are a mirror to a world

The poet’s words—“The weight of God’s glory / leaves me hunchbacked, like Notre-Dame. / Still, I am capable of withstanding / and bearing the glorious pain / from the colossal weight in my mind”—strike at the heart of a profound philosophical tension: the encounter between the finite human self and the infinite divine. This brief



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Follow my poetic and art skills and glorious might,
The two are pumped by my own pride.
I know the fans are obsessed with the art, with delight,
They follow me like the pied piper into the forest,
Blinded by the poetic notes, lovely and gorgeous.
Seeing my artistry at the peak of the pyramids,
All the praises and adoration sparked a flame
In my heart, causing arson and decay,
From lacking character and integrity, at bay.
The fame and praises are the diesel, and my heart is the flame,
Out of nowhere, my body explodes like a suicide bomber,
Me, along with my fans, body parts imploded
into a bloodbath in the forest. If only I had mastered character and integrity
before the artistry became potent,
and the fame and praise came to me,
Down this narrow path with ease.

Introduction: A Love Beyond the Veil of Time In a world captivated by fleeting appearances and societal norms, the poem Her Mature and Seasoned Soul unveils a love that transcends age, judgment, and time itself. With vivid imagery of a woman’s radiant soul and a youthful speaker’s boundless spirit, the poem captures a connection that

The poem “A Tool of Lucy” presents a chilling narrative of a soul ensnared by sin, embodying the archetype of a cold-hearted predator who spiritually and emotionally devastates others. Through its vivid imagery and raw confession, the poem invites exploration of profound philosophical and biblical themes: the nature of evil, the consequences of free will,

“At a young age, he was forced to prevail through hell, throwing pennies into the wishing well, hoping the wishes would heal the scars on his fleshy shell…” “At a young age, he was forced to prevail through hell, throwing pennies into the wishing well, hoping the wishes would heal the scars on his fleshy

Introduction I am joseph le artist, an artist unravelling the depths of human existence, yet I find myself haunted by a poem that paints the streets in blood and despair. The “roadmen” it describes—lost youths shaped by violence and fatherless homes—are more than figures in an urban tragedy. They are a mirror to a world

The poet’s words—“The weight of God’s glory / leaves me hunchbacked, like Notre-Dame. / Still, I am capable of withstanding / and bearing the glorious pain / from the colossal weight in my mind”—strike at the heart of a profound philosophical tension: the encounter between the finite human self and the infinite divine. This brief



Description
This poem explores the theme of emotional turmoil and the destructive nature of addiction and vice. The speaker compares their experiences with romantic relationships to being wounded by bullets, emphasizing the pain and fragmentation caused by failed connections.
The opening line, “Never had my heart broken by dozen women,” suggests a history of failed relationships, but with a twist—instead of traditional romantic heartbreak, the speaker has been hurt by their own vices and addictions. These vices are personified as “ex’s” who “formed like women bodily flesh,” indicating their seductive and consuming nature.
The reference to the “Darkside” suggests a descent into a morally compromised state, where the speaker’s actions and judgment are clouded by their addictions. This journey is described as a “wild ride,” implying a lack of control and direction.
The line “Having them taking over my mind felt worse than Micheal Myers stabbing my heart with a knife” vividly depicts the agony of being consumed by addiction. The comparison to the infamous horror character Michael Myers suggests a relentless and horrifying assault on the speaker’s psyche.
The poem concludes with the haunting image of these vices as “violent ex’s” who wanted to be the speaker’s “wife,” indicating a possessive and destructive relationship. The phrase “Until death do us apart with strife” suggests that these addictions are intertwined with the speaker’s existence, leading to inevitable suffering and struggle.
Overall, the poem delves into the darkness of addiction and its profound impact on the individual, portraying a visceral and deeply personal journey of pain and self-destruction.
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