1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)

Magnanimity

I keep to myself,

If I speak, then,

I will crumble,

Though I harbor inside a wellspring of knowledge.

I am the hush beneath the calm,

I am nothing, but I am something,

More than less,

Less than more,

We are capable of a great kindness, but

Towards me have they or have I made it yet?

No, Have we made it yet?

We are all deserving of this chivalry within the physical and mental hindsights

of our vision given to us

by these two eyes that speak,

babbling like water

in the wake of something new.

We criticise,

We pity,

We fear,

We loathe,

all of these things for the ones we decide not to know,

and,

If you can teach math,

then you can teach code,

but none of this will bind the soul,

from philosophy and epitome,

of human debt that we owe,

If you can preach from rash

assumptions that,

break flow and time,

release the mind,

but never free the soul,

Religion and hypocrisy,

Living and just being

anywhere including here will

bind and weep in mourning

of blinded sheep shelled and shielded

with hate and empathy

given up to humanity,

that which neither nor none of us

know or touch the face that thereof,

Life and Death,

Love and War,

Solitude and Belonging,

True heaven and true Hell.

Though kindness will always be forgiving.

Give,

Given,

Gave,

To us, To we, To me,

Ideas and answers of everything we do and want to know

yet never truly bludgeon to bare our will from or,

inwards towards the within we seek to grasp so fondly,

Life, Death, the Soul, being Human,

with religion we find a hush to the bickering,

with religion we find blindness where there was once vision,