The Hypocrisy…(Poem) Description In this poem, I’m reflecting on my own journey with a mix of confidence and self-awareness. I start by admitting that I’ve got a clear grasp of who I am—plenty of understanding about myself—and I’m upfront about the fact that I don’t see myself as the best-looking guy you’d spot wandering around
Fiend…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels
Ignite…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels
The Sixth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Virginity as a Gift: Building Integrity for My Future Wife” “One DM from a girl resembling Vanity… My sex drive is packaged as a gift for my future wifey.” That’s the line I walk—a fleeting temptation in my inbox, a spark that could ignite my sex drive, yet a
The Fifth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“How Wisdom Keeps Lust at Bay” “I’m one swipe away from fulfilling my sexual appetite, but letting God take control keeps my soul from going wild.” That’s the edge I live on every day—a single flick of my finger could unravel everything I’ve built, yet I choose to hold
The Fourth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“How Wisdom Keeps Lust at Bay” “Day and night, listening to the words of the wise keeps my lust deprived.” That’s my shield, my rhythm, my way of holding steady in a world that’s always trying to pull me off course. Lust isn’t just a fleeting urge—it’s a force
The third Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Battling Lust: Protecting My Eternal Sunshine in a Lustful World “ “Each day, I battle this lustful world, keeping it from blinding my eternal sunshine.” That’s the rhythm of my life—a constant push and pull against a tide of temptation that threatens to dim what matters most. This isn’t
The Second Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Purpose Over Pleasure: How I Stay Focused on Life’s Court Like A.C. Green” “Call me A.C. Green—I’m focused on the court of life, avoiding distractions and pleasures that give birth to strife.” That’s my mantra, my way of navigating a world that constantly pulls me in a hundred directions.
The First Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Why I’m Still a Virgin: The Journey of Self-Refinement in a Tempting World” In a world saturated with temptation, the decision to remain a virgin isn’t a simple checkbox on life’s to-do list—it’s a journey, a deliberate choice that evolves with every passing day. “Day by day, I grow
The Fifth Tread from “Deceptive Art Of War : Israel – Palestine (Poem)”:is “A Flood of Fiery Lies” “Deceptive information flooding my timeline looks like a flooded fiery hell.” Open my phone, and it’s ablaze—a torrent of deceptive information Israel-Palestine pours through my timeline, a deluge that scorches and drowns in equal measure. Posts flare
Even though the image of Jesus commonly portrayed in the Western world is historically inaccurate, mockery only carries power when it is directed at the true God—the One who holds authority over the world and the universe. Wearing that specific figure around the neck is not random; it targets the real authority behind the symbol, not merely the image itself.
The core idea here is that symbols transcend their physical or visual form. In semiotics (the study of signs and symbols), a symbol like the cross or an image of Jesus isn’t just an object—it’s a signifier pointing to a deeper signified reality. For Christians, the “true God” referenced is the triune God of the Bible: Father, Son (Jesus as the incarnate Word), and Holy Spirit, who is omnipotent and sovereign over creation (as described in passages like Psalm 115:3 or Colossians 1:16-17).
This hinges on a theological assertion: mockery has no inherent power unless it confronts something real and authoritative. In Christian thought, false gods or idols are powerless (e.g., Isaiah 44:9-20 mocks wooden idols as lifeless), so ridiculing them is futile—like punching a shadow. But targeting the “true God” (Yahweh, as revealed in Jesus) invites real consequences because He is the ultimate reality, not a human invention.
The Hypocrisy…(Poem) Description In this poem, I’m reflecting on my own journey with a mix of confidence and self-awareness. I start by admitting that I’ve got a clear grasp of who I am—plenty of understanding about myself—and I’m upfront about the fact that I don’t see myself as the best-looking guy you’d spot wandering around
Fiend…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels
Ignite…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels
The Sixth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Virginity as a Gift: Building Integrity for My Future Wife” “One DM from a girl resembling Vanity… My sex drive is packaged as a gift for my future wifey.” That’s the line I walk—a fleeting temptation in my inbox, a spark that could ignite my sex drive, yet a
The Fifth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“How Wisdom Keeps Lust at Bay” “I’m one swipe away from fulfilling my sexual appetite, but letting God take control keeps my soul from going wild.” That’s the edge I live on every day—a single flick of my finger could unravel everything I’ve built, yet I choose to hold
The Fourth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“How Wisdom Keeps Lust at Bay” “Day and night, listening to the words of the wise keeps my lust deprived.” That’s my shield, my rhythm, my way of holding steady in a world that’s always trying to pull me off course. Lust isn’t just a fleeting urge—it’s a force
The third Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Battling Lust: Protecting My Eternal Sunshine in a Lustful World “ “Each day, I battle this lustful world, keeping it from blinding my eternal sunshine.” That’s the rhythm of my life—a constant push and pull against a tide of temptation that threatens to dim what matters most. This isn’t
The Second Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Purpose Over Pleasure: How I Stay Focused on Life’s Court Like A.C. Green” “Call me A.C. Green—I’m focused on the court of life, avoiding distractions and pleasures that give birth to strife.” That’s my mantra, my way of navigating a world that constantly pulls me in a hundred directions.
The First Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Why I’m Still a Virgin: The Journey of Self-Refinement in a Tempting World” In a world saturated with temptation, the decision to remain a virgin isn’t a simple checkbox on life’s to-do list—it’s a journey, a deliberate choice that evolves with every passing day. “Day by day, I grow
The Fifth Tread from “Deceptive Art Of War : Israel – Palestine (Poem)”:is “A Flood of Fiery Lies” “Deceptive information flooding my timeline looks like a flooded fiery hell.” Open my phone, and it’s ablaze—a torrent of deceptive information Israel-Palestine pours through my timeline, a deluge that scorches and drowns in equal measure. Posts flare
The Hypocrisy…(Poem) Description In this poem, I’m reflecting on my own journey with a mix of confidence and self-awareness. I start by admitting that I’ve got a clear grasp of who I am—plenty of understanding about myself—and I’m upfront about the fact that I don’t see myself as the best-looking guy you’d spot wandering around
Fiend…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels
Ignite…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels
The Sixth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Virginity as a Gift: Building Integrity for My Future Wife” “One DM from a girl resembling Vanity… My sex drive is packaged as a gift for my future wifey.” That’s the line I walk—a fleeting temptation in my inbox, a spark that could ignite my sex drive, yet a
The Fifth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“How Wisdom Keeps Lust at Bay” “I’m one swipe away from fulfilling my sexual appetite, but letting God take control keeps my soul from going wild.” That’s the edge I live on every day—a single flick of my finger could unravel everything I’ve built, yet I choose to hold
The Fourth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“How Wisdom Keeps Lust at Bay” “Day and night, listening to the words of the wise keeps my lust deprived.” That’s my shield, my rhythm, my way of holding steady in a world that’s always trying to pull me off course. Lust isn’t just a fleeting urge—it’s a force
The third Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Battling Lust: Protecting My Eternal Sunshine in a Lustful World “ “Each day, I battle this lustful world, keeping it from blinding my eternal sunshine.” That’s the rhythm of my life—a constant push and pull against a tide of temptation that threatens to dim what matters most. This isn’t
The Second Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Purpose Over Pleasure: How I Stay Focused on Life’s Court Like A.C. Green” “Call me A.C. Green—I’m focused on the court of life, avoiding distractions and pleasures that give birth to strife.” That’s my mantra, my way of navigating a world that constantly pulls me in a hundred directions.
The First Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Why I’m Still a Virgin: The Journey of Self-Refinement in a Tempting World” In a world saturated with temptation, the decision to remain a virgin isn’t a simple checkbox on life’s to-do list—it’s a journey, a deliberate choice that evolves with every passing day. “Day by day, I grow
The Fifth Tread from “Deceptive Art Of War : Israel – Palestine (Poem)”:is “A Flood of Fiery Lies” “Deceptive information flooding my timeline looks like a flooded fiery hell.” Open my phone, and it’s ablaze—a torrent of deceptive information Israel-Palestine pours through my timeline, a deluge that scorches and drowns in equal measure. Posts flare
The Hypocrisy…(Poem) Description In this poem, I’m reflecting on my own journey with a mix of confidence and self-awareness. I start by admitting that I’ve got a clear grasp of who I am—plenty of understanding about myself—and I’m upfront about the fact that I don’t see myself as the best-looking guy you’d spot wandering around
Fiend…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels
Ignite…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels
The Sixth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Virginity as a Gift: Building Integrity for My Future Wife” “One DM from a girl resembling Vanity… My sex drive is packaged as a gift for my future wifey.” That’s the line I walk—a fleeting temptation in my inbox, a spark that could ignite my sex drive, yet a
The Fifth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“How Wisdom Keeps Lust at Bay” “I’m one swipe away from fulfilling my sexual appetite, but letting God take control keeps my soul from going wild.” That’s the edge I live on every day—a single flick of my finger could unravel everything I’ve built, yet I choose to hold
The Fourth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“How Wisdom Keeps Lust at Bay” “Day and night, listening to the words of the wise keeps my lust deprived.” That’s my shield, my rhythm, my way of holding steady in a world that’s always trying to pull me off course. Lust isn’t just a fleeting urge—it’s a force
The third Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Battling Lust: Protecting My Eternal Sunshine in a Lustful World “ “Each day, I battle this lustful world, keeping it from blinding my eternal sunshine.” That’s the rhythm of my life—a constant push and pull against a tide of temptation that threatens to dim what matters most. This isn’t
The Second Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Purpose Over Pleasure: How I Stay Focused on Life’s Court Like A.C. Green” “Call me A.C. Green—I’m focused on the court of life, avoiding distractions and pleasures that give birth to strife.” That’s my mantra, my way of navigating a world that constantly pulls me in a hundred directions.
The First Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Why I’m Still a Virgin: The Journey of Self-Refinement in a Tempting World” In a world saturated with temptation, the decision to remain a virgin isn’t a simple checkbox on life’s to-do list—it’s a journey, a deliberate choice that evolves with every passing day. “Day by day, I grow
The Fifth Tread from “Deceptive Art Of War : Israel – Palestine (Poem)”:is “A Flood of Fiery Lies” “Deceptive information flooding my timeline looks like a flooded fiery hell.” Open my phone, and it’s ablaze—a torrent of deceptive information Israel-Palestine pours through my timeline, a deluge that scorches and drowns in equal measure. Posts flare
This poem offers a contemplative glimpse into the poet’s mind as they engage in everyday activities. The poem begins with the poet reflecting deeply while eating a slice of pizza, contemplating their spiritual fate. They reject the idea of going to hell and express a preference for going to heaven, demonstrating reverence and seeking forgiveness for past disobedience.
The poem then shifts to a modern scene of scrolling on a mobile device, which leaves the poet feeling mentally numb and paralyzed. This contrast between spiritual contemplation and digital distraction highlights the poet’s struggle to balance the two.
In the midst of this mental chaos, the poet reaffirms their faith, declaring that their devotion to Allah will never lead them to commit acts of terror in the name of religion. They speak of women in heaven as a divine surprise, indicating their respect for the spiritual rewards promised by their faith.
The poem concludes with the poet seeking solitude, sipping grape juice and reflecting on life. This final image ties together the themes of contemplation, spirituality, and the search for personal peace amid the distractions of modern life.
The Hypocrisy…(Poem) Description In this poem, I’m reflecting on my own journey with a mix of confidence and self-awareness. I start by admitting that I’ve got a clear grasp of who I am—plenty of understanding about myself—and I’m upfront about the fact that I don’t see myself as the best-looking guy you’d spot wandering around
Fiend…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels
Ignite…(Poem) Description I find myself drawn to this blazing force within me—my “fiery fire”—a restless, burning energy that I crave to awaken fully. It’s as if I’m seeking to dissolve the frost encasing my heart, a coldness I’ve carried too long, tucked away in a place I call the “void less dark.” That phrase feels
The Sixth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Virginity as a Gift: Building Integrity for My Future Wife” “One DM from a girl resembling Vanity… My sex drive is packaged as a gift for my future wifey.” That’s the line I walk—a fleeting temptation in my inbox, a spark that could ignite my sex drive, yet a
The Fifth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“How Wisdom Keeps Lust at Bay” “I’m one swipe away from fulfilling my sexual appetite, but letting God take control keeps my soul from going wild.” That’s the edge I live on every day—a single flick of my finger could unravel everything I’ve built, yet I choose to hold
The Fourth Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“How Wisdom Keeps Lust at Bay” “Day and night, listening to the words of the wise keeps my lust deprived.” That’s my shield, my rhythm, my way of holding steady in a world that’s always trying to pull me off course. Lust isn’t just a fleeting urge—it’s a force
The third Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Battling Lust: Protecting My Eternal Sunshine in a Lustful World “ “Each day, I battle this lustful world, keeping it from blinding my eternal sunshine.” That’s the rhythm of my life—a constant push and pull against a tide of temptation that threatens to dim what matters most. This isn’t
The Second Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Purpose Over Pleasure: How I Stay Focused on Life’s Court Like A.C. Green” “Call me A.C. Green—I’m focused on the court of life, avoiding distractions and pleasures that give birth to strife.” That’s my mantra, my way of navigating a world that constantly pulls me in a hundred directions.
The First Tread from “Call Me A.C Green..(Poem):“Why I’m Still a Virgin: The Journey of Self-Refinement in a Tempting World” In a world saturated with temptation, the decision to remain a virgin isn’t a simple checkbox on life’s to-do list—it’s a journey, a deliberate choice that evolves with every passing day. “Day by day, I grow
The Fifth Tread from “Deceptive Art Of War : Israel – Palestine (Poem)”:is “A Flood of Fiery Lies” “Deceptive information flooding my timeline looks like a flooded fiery hell.” Open my phone, and it’s ablaze—a torrent of deceptive information Israel-Palestine pours through my timeline, a deluge that scorches and drowns in equal measure. Posts flare
The cinematic portrayal of Malèna, in Giuseppe Tornatore’s 2000 film Malèna, serves as a profound allegory for the human condition, where beauty becomes both a divine gift and a crucible of existential isolation. Malèna, a woman of striking physical allure, navigates a Sicilian town steeped in patriarchal desire and judgment, her aura radiating a spiritual depth that transcends the superficial. Philosophically, her presence evokes Plato’s concept of the Ideal Form—beauty as a reflection of the divine, yet perpetually misunderstood by those bound to the material world. Her seashore solitude, as depicted in the film, mirrors the Stoic ideal of inner fortitude, where true strength lies in embracing one’s essence despite external clamor. Malèna’s beauty, like the poem’s “aura off the seashore,” invites us to question: Is beauty a bridge to the divine, or a veil that obscures the soul’s deeper truth?
The poem’s imagery of Malèna’s soul, trusted only by “a few friends and family,” and her body as “earthly dust,” resonates with the dualism of body and soul found in Augustine’s theology. Malèna knows her physical form is transient, a mere vessel subject to the lustful projections of others, yet her soul remains inviolable, a sacred enclave. This dichotomy mirrors the film’s portrayal of her as both idolized and ostracized, a paradox that echoes Heidegger’s concept of Geworfenheit—being “thrown” into a world that misunderstands one’s essence. Her choice to seek solace alone, “home all alone seeking solace,” aligns with the existentialist embrace of angst as a path to self-discovery. Malèna’s solitude is not mere withdrawal but a deliberate act of reclaiming her being, prompting us to ask: Is solitude the price of preserving one’s soul, or is it the only space where true communion with the divine occurs?
Ultimately, Malèna’s story, interwoven with the poem’s lyrical reverence, challenges us to confront the ephemeral nature of desire and the eternal quest for meaning. Her blush, yearned for by men “dying of lust,” symbolizes the fleeting nature of earthly passions, which crumble like dust against the timelessness of her spiritual allure. This evokes Spinoza’s pantheistic view of God as immanent in all things—Malèna’s beauty is not hers alone but a manifestation of the universal divine, misunderstood by those who see only the surface. Her journey, like the poem’s speaker observing her mind “like a wristwatch,” suggests a temporal struggle to grasp the eternal within the finite. Philosophically, Malèna becomes a cipher for the human soul’s paradox: to be seen yet unseen, to be desired yet unknowable. In her, we glimpse the eternal question: How do we reconcile the world’s gaze with the soul’s silent truth?
LifeandTimelessart 