Dissected Threads
Tread One : Poetry as a Katana: The Philosophy Quest To Cleanse And Illuminate Society.
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IntroHit The Gas… is a vivid meditation on impatience, desire, and the fragile illusion of escaping time. Through striking imagery of shattered hourglasses, blood-soaked moons, and frozen skies, the poem captures a desperate attempt to outrun mortality in pursuit of love. In that suspended moment, time bends and intimacy feels infinite—but reality inevitably restores its…
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We live in a time where love is labelled toxic while lust is celebrated as liberation, and that contradiction should trouble us. Love asks for discipline, sacrifice, and commitment — qualities that build stability — yet it is side-lined and neglected, waiting on the bench of modern culture. Lust, on the other hand, is praised,…
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Mechanical Love explores the haunting idea of love stripped of free will. The poem imagines a world where human agency is buried “six feet deep,” replaced by chemical impulses and mechanical repetition. Joseph Le Artist presents love not as a conscious choice, but as a programmed reaction—driven by dopamine rather than desire. The transformation into…
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Power no longer hides in shadows it flickers on our screens, injected into daily life while we run the wheels built for someone else’s amusement. Eyes open, minds on cruise, we mistake repetition for truth and noise for freedom. Epstein becomes a symbol of the rot behind the curtain, where influence circulates quietly, systems feed…
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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…
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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…
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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,…
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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…
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IntroHit The Gas… is a vivid meditation on impatience, desire, and the fragile illusion of escaping time. Through striking imagery of shattered hourglasses, blood-soaked moons, and frozen skies, the poem captures a desperate attempt to outrun mortality in pursuit of love. In that suspended moment, time bends and intimacy feels infinite—but reality inevitably restores its…
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We live in a time where love is labelled toxic while lust is celebrated as liberation, and that contradiction should trouble us. Love asks for discipline, sacrifice, and commitment — qualities that build stability — yet it is side-lined and neglected, waiting on the bench of modern culture. Lust, on the other hand, is praised,…
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Mechanical Love explores the haunting idea of love stripped of free will. The poem imagines a world where human agency is buried “six feet deep,” replaced by chemical impulses and mechanical repetition. Joseph Le Artist presents love not as a conscious choice, but as a programmed reaction—driven by dopamine rather than desire. The transformation into…
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Power no longer hides in shadows it flickers on our screens, injected into daily life while we run the wheels built for someone else’s amusement. Eyes open, minds on cruise, we mistake repetition for truth and noise for freedom. Epstein becomes a symbol of the rot behind the curtain, where influence circulates quietly, systems feed…
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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…
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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…
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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,…
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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 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.
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IntroHit The Gas… is a vivid meditation on impatience, desire, and the fragile illusion of escaping time. Through striking imagery of shattered hourglasses, blood-soaked moons, and frozen skies, the poem captures a desperate attempt to outrun mortality in pursuit of love. In that suspended moment, time bends and intimacy feels infinite—but reality inevitably restores its…
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We live in a time where love is labelled toxic while lust is celebrated as liberation, and that contradiction should trouble us. Love asks for discipline, sacrifice, and commitment — qualities that build stability — yet it is side-lined and neglected, waiting on the bench of modern culture. Lust, on the other hand, is praised,…
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Mechanical Love explores the haunting idea of love stripped of free will. The poem imagines a world where human agency is buried “six feet deep,” replaced by chemical impulses and mechanical repetition. Joseph Le Artist presents love not as a conscious choice, but as a programmed reaction—driven by dopamine rather than desire. The transformation into…
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Power no longer hides in shadows it flickers on our screens, injected into daily life while we run the wheels built for someone else’s amusement. Eyes open, minds on cruise, we mistake repetition for truth and noise for freedom. Epstein becomes a symbol of the rot behind the curtain, where influence circulates quietly, systems feed…
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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…
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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…
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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,…
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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…
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“
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IntroHit The Gas… is a vivid meditation on impatience, desire, and the fragile illusion of escaping time. Through striking imagery of shattered hourglasses, blood-soaked moons, and frozen skies, the poem captures a desperate attempt to outrun mortality in pursuit of love. In that suspended moment, time bends and intimacy feels infinite—but reality inevitably restores its…
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We live in a time where love is labelled toxic while lust is celebrated as liberation, and that contradiction should trouble us. Love asks for discipline, sacrifice, and commitment — qualities that build stability — yet it is side-lined and neglected, waiting on the bench of modern culture. Lust, on the other hand, is praised,…
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Mechanical Love explores the haunting idea of love stripped of free will. The poem imagines a world where human agency is buried “six feet deep,” replaced by chemical impulses and mechanical repetition. Joseph Le Artist presents love not as a conscious choice, but as a programmed reaction—driven by dopamine rather than desire. The transformation into…
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Power no longer hides in shadows it flickers on our screens, injected into daily life while we run the wheels built for someone else’s amusement. Eyes open, minds on cruise, we mistake repetition for truth and noise for freedom. Epstein becomes a symbol of the rot behind the curtain, where influence circulates quietly, systems feed…
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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…
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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…
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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,…
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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…
Dissected Threads
Tread One : The Cycle of Lust as Existential Entrapment
Tread Two : Broken Soul Ties And the Problem Of Trust -
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IntroHit The Gas… is a vivid meditation on impatience, desire, and the fragile illusion of escaping time. Through striking imagery of shattered hourglasses, blood-soaked moons, and frozen skies, the poem captures a desperate attempt to outrun mortality in pursuit of love. In that suspended moment, time bends and intimacy feels infinite—but reality inevitably restores its…
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We live in a time where love is labelled toxic while lust is celebrated as liberation, and that contradiction should trouble us. Love asks for discipline, sacrifice, and commitment — qualities that build stability — yet it is side-lined and neglected, waiting on the bench of modern culture. Lust, on the other hand, is praised,…
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Mechanical Love explores the haunting idea of love stripped of free will. The poem imagines a world where human agency is buried “six feet deep,” replaced by chemical impulses and mechanical repetition. Joseph Le Artist presents love not as a conscious choice, but as a programmed reaction—driven by dopamine rather than desire. The transformation into…
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Power no longer hides in shadows it flickers on our screens, injected into daily life while we run the wheels built for someone else’s amusement. Eyes open, minds on cruise, we mistake repetition for truth and noise for freedom. Epstein becomes a symbol of the rot behind the curtain, where influence circulates quietly, systems feed…
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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…
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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…
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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,…
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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…
I’m constantly inspired by Daniel 1:20, where one man’s wisdom shone ten times brighter than his peers, as I strive to grow 10x better every single day. This isn’t just about sharpening my skills or building mental resilience—it’s about carving my own path to personal growth and self-discovery. Is it wrong, as Sade might sing, to pursue individuality while others follow the Pied Piper’s tune, marching toward their downfall? I refuse to blend into that crowd. Instead, I embrace a daily journey of self-improvement, questioning norms, learning relentlessly, and crafting a life that’s authentically mine in a world that often demands conformity.
This commitment to becoming my best self draws people to me, especially women who see me as a unique catch, like a bouquet snatched from life’s fleeting moments. They say my presence is sharp, cutting like a blade through the chaos, offering clarity and charisma. When the world leaves them with emotional pain, they’re drawn to me, hoping to ease their soul’s ache through connection. It’s not just charm—it’s the magnetic allure of living with purpose and authenticity. By focusing on personal development, I become a beacon for others seeking meaning, inviting them to join me in a life of growth and genuine connection.
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