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“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven… For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”— Matthew 6:19-21 (NIV)As I reflect on the words of my own heart poured into verse,…
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I woke to a shadow in my room, my own face staring back, twisted with a grin that wasn’t mine. It held my gun, accusing me: “You thought you could embody the essence of wrath’s?” Its words cut deep, naming “friends” I’d killed—lives I’d ended or betrayed in moments I can’t unmake. Jean-Paul Sartre’s words…
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Some moments in life feel like they’ve been woven into the fabric of the universe, perfectly timed and undeniably sacred. I stumbled into one such moment not long ago, when the winding grapevine of life—those serendipitous threads of chance—led me to her. Her name is Halle, and from the instant I met her, I knew…
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In my youth, a seed was planted, cold and unrelenting, deep within my heart. It grew as I did, twisting me into a figure I liken to Michael Myers—a silent, unyielding archetype of destruction. I didn’t fight it; I let it consume me. That seed bloomed into a lascivious hunger, a monstrous drive that’s left…
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As I sit here, pen in hand, my thoughts drift to the electric pulse of the club, a place where the world blurs into a haze of lights and rhythm. It’s a space where I find myself searching, chasing something fleeting—a spark, a connection, a moment of lust that feels like it could ignite my…
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Dissected Tread I was bored one day and i was amazed by @jid feature on a track called fried rice by @bas and I thought let me write something over @jid flow just for fun. #LATA Treads : Inspired By :
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“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven… For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”— Matthew 6:19-21 (NIV)As I reflect on the words of my own heart poured into verse,…
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I woke to a shadow in my room, my own face staring back, twisted with a grin that wasn’t mine. It held my gun, accusing me: “You thought you could embody the essence of wrath’s?” Its words cut deep, naming “friends” I’d killed—lives I’d ended or betrayed in moments I can’t unmake. Jean-Paul Sartre’s words…
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Some moments in life feel like they’ve been woven into the fabric of the universe, perfectly timed and undeniably sacred. I stumbled into one such moment not long ago, when the winding grapevine of life—those serendipitous threads of chance—led me to her. Her name is Halle, and from the instant I met her, I knew…
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In my youth, a seed was planted, cold and unrelenting, deep within my heart. It grew as I did, twisting me into a figure I liken to Michael Myers—a silent, unyielding archetype of destruction. I didn’t fight it; I let it consume me. That seed bloomed into a lascivious hunger, a monstrous drive that’s left…
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As I sit here, pen in hand, my thoughts drift to the electric pulse of the club, a place where the world blurs into a haze of lights and rhythm. It’s a space where I find myself searching, chasing something fleeting—a spark, a connection, a moment of lust that feels like it could ignite my…
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Dissected Tread I was bored one day and i was amazed by @jid feature on a track called fried rice by @bas and I thought let me write something over @jid flow just for fun. #LATA Treads : Inspired By :
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Dissected Tread Tread One : Inspired By :
Poem Fragment
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“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven… For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”— Matthew 6:19-21 (NIV)As I reflect on the words of my own heart poured into verse,…
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I woke to a shadow in my room, my own face staring back, twisted with a grin that wasn’t mine. It held my gun, accusing me: “You thought you could embody the essence of wrath’s?” Its words cut deep, naming “friends” I’d killed—lives I’d ended or betrayed in moments I can’t unmake. Jean-Paul Sartre’s words…
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Some moments in life feel like they’ve been woven into the fabric of the universe, perfectly timed and undeniably sacred. I stumbled into one such moment not long ago, when the winding grapevine of life—those serendipitous threads of chance—led me to her. Her name is Halle, and from the instant I met her, I knew…
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In my youth, a seed was planted, cold and unrelenting, deep within my heart. It grew as I did, twisting me into a figure I liken to Michael Myers—a silent, unyielding archetype of destruction. I didn’t fight it; I let it consume me. That seed bloomed into a lascivious hunger, a monstrous drive that’s left…
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As I sit here, pen in hand, my thoughts drift to the electric pulse of the club, a place where the world blurs into a haze of lights and rhythm. It’s a space where I find myself searching, chasing something fleeting—a spark, a connection, a moment of lust that feels like it could ignite my…
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Dissected Tread I was bored one day and i was amazed by @jid feature on a track called fried rice by @bas and I thought let me write something over @jid flow just for fun. #LATA Treads : Inspired By :
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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.
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“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven… For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”— Matthew 6:19-21 (NIV)As I reflect on the words of my own heart poured into verse,…
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I woke to a shadow in my room, my own face staring back, twisted with a grin that wasn’t mine. It held my gun, accusing me: “You thought you could embody the essence of wrath’s?” Its words cut deep, naming “friends” I’d killed—lives I’d ended or betrayed in moments I can’t unmake. Jean-Paul Sartre’s words…
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Some moments in life feel like they’ve been woven into the fabric of the universe, perfectly timed and undeniably sacred. I stumbled into one such moment not long ago, when the winding grapevine of life—those serendipitous threads of chance—led me to her. Her name is Halle, and from the instant I met her, I knew…
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In my youth, a seed was planted, cold and unrelenting, deep within my heart. It grew as I did, twisting me into a figure I liken to Michael Myers—a silent, unyielding archetype of destruction. I didn’t fight it; I let it consume me. That seed bloomed into a lascivious hunger, a monstrous drive that’s left…
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As I sit here, pen in hand, my thoughts drift to the electric pulse of the club, a place where the world blurs into a haze of lights and rhythm. It’s a space where I find myself searching, chasing something fleeting—a spark, a connection, a moment of lust that feels like it could ignite my…
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Dissected Tread I was bored one day and i was amazed by @jid feature on a track called fried rice by @bas and I thought let me write something over @jid flow just for fun. #LATA Treads : Inspired By :
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The Enigmatic Allure of Malèna: A Philosophical Reflection on Beauty, Isolation, and the Human Soul.
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?
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“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven… For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”— Matthew 6:19-21 (NIV)As I reflect on the words of my own heart poured into verse,…
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I woke to a shadow in my room, my own face staring back, twisted with a grin that wasn’t mine. It held my gun, accusing me: “You thought you could embody the essence of wrath’s?” Its words cut deep, naming “friends” I’d killed—lives I’d ended or betrayed in moments I can’t unmake. Jean-Paul Sartre’s words…
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Some moments in life feel like they’ve been woven into the fabric of the universe, perfectly timed and undeniably sacred. I stumbled into one such moment not long ago, when the winding grapevine of life—those serendipitous threads of chance—led me to her. Her name is Halle, and from the instant I met her, I knew…
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In my youth, a seed was planted, cold and unrelenting, deep within my heart. It grew as I did, twisting me into a figure I liken to Michael Myers—a silent, unyielding archetype of destruction. I didn’t fight it; I let it consume me. That seed bloomed into a lascivious hunger, a monstrous drive that’s left…
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As I sit here, pen in hand, my thoughts drift to the electric pulse of the club, a place where the world blurs into a haze of lights and rhythm. It’s a space where I find myself searching, chasing something fleeting—a spark, a connection, a moment of lust that feels like it could ignite my…
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Dissected Tread I was bored one day and i was amazed by @jid feature on a track called fried rice by @bas and I thought let me write something over @jid flow just for fun. #LATA Treads : Inspired By :
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