…Selfie…

It becomes urgent for the soul to escape.

You leave it to prosper in the clammy palms of destiny. The destiny that is spoon fed to you as a child.

It becomes urgent for the soul to escape.

You roll it up in silk leaves and sniff, in hope for happiness.

It becomes urgent for the soul to escape

from your blindness.

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(Thierry Le Gous, Soul Photography)

The soul worships your existence. It hopes and dreams that you will touch it. It cannot be seen. It lives inside of you, waiting to be understood. You spend hours worshiping the beauty of the physical. You spend hours painting your face, in hope you will uphold some source of beauty.

And the beauty of the mind is forgotten.

There is no mind when the only thing you read is the advert on the billboard or your pay check. How can you expect successes in life when you do nothing to feed your soul?

And the only thing on your mind is…

‘Selfie!’

Signed Arouge

It’s Only Life….

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I’m tired of searching the blank faces,

Trying to read foreign flesh, It isn’t me,

It never was and never will be.

Signed Arouge

Hate

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Your words fail to evoke any emotion.

Your dark camouflaged skin wriggles

With the snakes,

              Hissing and slithering over my brain,

           But, you mean nothing.

Signed Arouge  

Lonely

You are not alone. I am.


 We all walk different paths, but sometimes we happen to collide. Each human has a different perspective of life. Some may deem it necessary to eat a healthy diet, others think we’re all going to die one day so there is no need to poster the issue around and try fad diets.

This is the dilemma today. We all have things to say, but it may result in not having anything nice to say at all. Our opinions are the latex of our human mind and create up to 99% of us. The only way to change it is to integrate all our opinions and come up with a solution that restores peace and harmony.

So all of us think we are lone wanderers, but ideally we are all in the same group; searching for meaning.

Signed Arouge

What is Love?

What makes us love so uncontrollably?

Is it the need to feel satisfied, or is it the need to belong? 


Love softens the heart. It pumps the blood red warmth of feeling content through the body. It keeps the blood flowing in the veins. It keeps everything in check.

 

So do we really need to love? As humans are we conditioned to love, if so, why?

These are the questions that linger in the average person’s mind but are stifled by the everyday tasks that seem a burden to us; day in, day out.

 

Loving only makes us weak. So people say. But, does it not make us strong to emotionally and physically attach ourselves to another and prepared to risk everything for the longevity of the relations?

 

Is it weak to love, or is it weak to give up on the idea because you deem it doesn’t exist?

 

Signed Arouge