Purity Of Heart Is To Will One Thing

by Honeycomb

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Purity Of Heart Is To Will One Thing
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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.