Purity Of Heart Is To Will One Thingby Kierkegaard
Chapters
Purity Of Heart Is To Will One Thing
Purity Of Heart Is To Will One Thing
by Nietzsche
-Red&White-
Pain
Imprisoned in a thorn,
By barb of sanity unleashed,
Impales a self out of its self
Who, setting pain upon its shelf,
Proceeds in peace to live a life.
-Mortal Danger-
Laughter?
But if I laugh, I'll cry.
Honesty?
All I can do is lie.
Loyalty?
Everyone runs away.
Kindness?
Everyone dies someday.
Generosity?
Better is self-reliance.
Magic?
Ours is a world of science.
Harmony—
If it was real,
And if I knew that it was real,
And if I could see it
Clearly, not as in a fog, but up close,
And if it were here, right here in front of me,
And if I looked deep into it and saw it and it peered back at me
Curious, like a wide-eyed foal—
It would kill me.
-Drawfriend-
Figure and expression,
Flowing manes.
Color and impression:
Growing pains.
Movement without motion:
Living lines.
Love without emotion—
Sacred signs.
-Trapped!-
Here I am, inside this bag of marshmallows—yes,
I am quickly suffocating. Send help.
Besides the jet-puffed dementors in this plastic Azkaban,
I see other prisoners: one of them a fool
with a wild, desperate glint in his eyes,
trying to eat his way out.
He looks a bit like me...
-The Shyster-
dull yellow
flickering dangerously like
a damaged light bulb
in&out of consciousness
phantasmagoric
the shape-shifting shyster approaches
shuffling her
hooves
in a semblance of modesty
she sizes you up
guessing your entire life story, etc.
—that keen eye!
breathing a single word she asks
you
to her cottage for coffee or tea and insinuates
the universe
you’ll do better to turn & run sprinting away for the rest of your natural
life (it's only a few
decades)
-Mortal Sin-
Hurry up and sleep
Dream a little longer
There's not enough time
You'll never grow stronger
Give up the fight now
Don't struggle so much
Death's on his way
Embrace his touch
Sink down into the darkness
Black hours drift past
In complete solitude
It'll only last
Forever
-Cagefight; or, Red&Black-
I watch a pony show, you know,
I bought this shirt with all my dough.
I barely make a living wage.
The cage, the cage, the cage.
Jokes and whispers target me,
But all I hear's a symphony
Of classic strings and static rage.
The cage, the cage, the cage.
A seraph bathed in violet light,
I'll sit awhile in her sight
Till I believe myself a mage.
The cage, the cage, the cage.
Chaos, disorder,
I am a savior.
My wise behavior
Belies my age.
Hand me the night and grant me the light.
(I can direct them, I'll do it right.)
Here are my Elements, here is my might
Set with the stars on a universe stage, for all to see—
The cage.
-Sun Of Light-
She—
Bright, fierce, piercing,
Power beyond power, life beyond life,
Magic—but what can you say about the sun that hasn't been said already?
Better to be still,
Better to stay silent,
Better to lay quiet.
Life
Has never been captured by philosophers, painters, or poets.
The wind
Blows where it pleases.
Light
Is very hard to see.
-Equestria-
A way along the riverside
In plaintive sighs
And in a nightingale whose cries
Ring through the skies so far above
Ablaze with stars
I find my love
My love.
And in that day past winter’s creep
When sleep departs and bullfrogs leap
From thawing earth to birth their young
I see what love
What love is worth.
And when a laugh allays a fear
When little jumps cross frightful gaps
When dancing devils disappear
And sincere hearts break evil's traps
I know that love
That love is near.
But on that day when laughter ends
In mournful notes
When death's dream kingdom visits friends
With lucid dreams
And melodies no more can pour
From out their throats
When stillness overtakes the mind
And chaos, chaos comes to bear
Upon this mortal flesh
Ripping in
Without regard to rhyme or reason
Or decency
when no mere verse can hold the weight
but it slips, it pulls the rug out from under itself
falling in on its meanings
fighting a shadow
struggling to remain what it is
and to know that life
is always life and always lives
no matter what the end or meaning is
Reforming from the fallen ashes of
Its former self, arisen all aglow—
I learn what love
What love is made out of.
-The Dark Sun-
Darkness and light
In a serpentine dance
Matter and form
Rending concepts apart
Silence and sound all around.
Delicate flight
Of the temporal chance
Unyielding storm
Of a terrible art
Silence and sound all around.
Passion and fright
Singing spiritual chants
Blind to the worm
Nested deep in the heart
Silence and sound all around.
Poetry, O poetry,
Why have you forsaken me?
-Purity Of Heart Is To Will One Thing-
Fluttershy, kindness
flows from your heart
destroying your enemies—
hatred, vice, and greed—
turning ill will to good
making friends
of all.
Applejack, honesty
lives in your mind
revealing the pure spark
of truth
to the eyes of the blind
conquering darkness
with light.
Rainbow Dash, loyalty
burns in your blood
staining irrevocably
red as life itself
the bones of the dead
arousing to beating life
sleeping hearts.
Rarity, generosity
dances on your aura
infusing the wavering wills
of the double-minded
with freedom and power
to live
true lives.
Pinkie Pie, laughter
glows in your eyes
turning the selfish
hopeless
inside out with joy
laying low the proud and
melting hearts.
Twilight Sparkle, magic
fills your spirit
living and breathing in your heart
its home
bringing harmony to the world and
destroying death
through love.
-The Moon Cannot Be Stolen-
Emblems of emerald, sapphire, jade
Evanesce, fade,
E'en though by masters of high art arrayed.
Glittering diamonds deceive, and the wise
Gladly despise
Gemstones that dazzle the shallow man’s eyes.
Better in silence at nighttime to seek
Beauty, mystique
By the reflections of light on a creek.
Additions
-Ekstasis (Nightmare)-
In unreal void dimensions, in a sea
Of living colors cast in subtle shades,
More varied than the boils of light which burst
To soak night streets in sickly liquid hues,
Lit by no earthly halogen, but by
The nervous, lonely minds of those they seek:
A formless form—does that make sense?—was I,
Bounded by the inertia of my will,
Determined by the space I chose to hold,
Which was not space but some quite other thing
Ideal, indifferent, immaterial,
Surrounding me not as a prison, nor
Quite as a presence, but in thought alone,
As if one wore a chain of magic steel
Which loosened as its limit was approached
And weighed as much as fear and hope combined.
You would not recognize me in this state.
But in that world of pure emotion, where
Thoughts dart through frozen fog like sullen moths
And float toward angry neon lights of heart,
Brave lights of light, electric-passioned souls,
I think that even you would feel at home:
There is, in each of us, an unreal life.