Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

This relates to me perfectly. In some situations I am the sane one, or logical one, leading others to believe I am some sort of madness incarnate. Other times I see so-called sane behaviour and feel ‘OMG what is going.’ And then the last part is what I constantly relate to. Which may or may not always be a good thing. I don’t want to always see the world as it is. I want to see it multidimensionally. I want to see it as the length and breadth of a body I chose to have coffee with, cook with, kiss with, make love to and watch the green grass facing caifun by the wind and the stars and the oceans and brown earth with. I want the world to be an intimate star that makes the sun envious and the moon happy to embrace.

Captain Q


“Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.”

-Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

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Neko Atsume

I have been playing this game for almost a year now and I really love it! It’s actually requires some smarts as each cat is different and each situation yields different results. I even consulted a walkthrough after playing it for more than 6 months to learn more on what I can do to acquire more cats. It’s a good, fun game to play. Not to mention cute animations and all that!

The Anny Blog

Do you love cats? Do you just love watching them sleep or play? Is your life-long dream to collect them? Dream no further, as this can be reality today! And better yet, it’s safe for everyone!*Screenshot_2016-01-01-20-53-53*Those allergic to cute might experience shortness of breath, moments of rage, rash or severe headaches. The writer of this post is not responsible for any harm cutesy have done to someone playing this game after reading this post.

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Don’t Love Me Because I’m Beautiful

Nowadays, we usually contrast beauty and faith. As in what we consider attractive or sensual as something more corporeal than spiritual. The complex web of beauty, attraction and love is not always categorisable. And in this poem, whether it was intentional or not, CaptainQ shows how beautiful can also be someone’s vulnerable hand clutched around a rosary 🙂

Captain Q

 

Don’t love me because I’m beautiful

Love me in spite of the darkness of my soul’s shade

I’m trying to outlast the setting sun

To still be relevant after your attention begins to fade

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Tosha Michelle

Reminds me of Marianne Williamson’s “Our Greatest Fear” especially the last part where she says when we light our own lights we unconsciously give permission for others to do so. That poem makes me cry and this poem made me marvel at Tosha’s soul and intelligence. I wish one day I can come up with something like these too 😀

Captain Q

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“It is only through love, tolerance, humility and the understanding of our own fragility that we can begin to find our humanity and, in turn, extend that humanity to others.”
― Tosha Michelle

Please visit Tosha Michelle’s site to more beautiful content.

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constellate cogitate

 

I was a star caught in the slight tears
of a mourning universe
no one liked his black face
they adored him only when they could see
his nipples and his waist
to the question of his phallus
they conspired to constellate it within some bondage
and when he became a woman
his breast planets were made to fulfill jiggle fetish
and from this tear I flung out as a generous comet
who mated with a planet
and became a moon on some distant galaxy

and what planet did I orbit you ask?
the soul-cognito of my own birth.—

breakdowns to newer hope

 

leave me in this androgyne fever; your normalcy is a cool plated castration
wearing the dials of the sun and attempting to slice the moon from its cresecnce
to a glossy enamel clip — I am but wasted on the youth of futility and destruction
— my ancient soul is not superior yet mistake it not as an inferior: the psalms in my palms
in the fibrous iron of my blood is the alchemist who knew the myogenic heart and soul
with the stamina thunder as the ultimate reaction. Your song is a syllable; a vacuum imitating a sound. My song is cosmic; still under the tutelage of lives waiting to cocoon and pupate into genesis.—

test me at your own risk

 

I am tired getting crap and stings and slings and blows
from the bad moods of other people
they can do what they want
who rename carpe diem to crap-on them?

I am not your bodily bag to punch
know that I am more volcanic than a meteor
I will push you to extinction

don’ t test me