Where Angels Wade

Beyond words

In a world full of words, their purpose is clear,

to describe all we see, hold, and revere;

Yet when I tried to mantle you in written attire,

words could not fathom the love you inspire.

For you, my dear, defy all description,

a realm beyond words, a unique prescription;

In silence, your essence found its way,

where words, in wonder, still fail to portray.

by Weltenasche.

Was bedeutet für dich Schmerz?

Schmerz verdeutlicht mir am Leben zu sein.

Ich sehe in seiner Existenz nichts unliebsames, vielmehr setzen mir die langen Zeiträume der Gleichgültigkeit zu, wenn ich zu lange nicht von ihr ablassen kann; Oder will. Die wortkargen Versprechen von Apathie und Lethargie können anfangs betörend wirken, aber alles hat seinen Preis.

Tränen

Leicht gedrungene Röte im Gesicht

Alkohol, der durch warme Wangen spricht

Kleinste Tränen - so schwer im Gewicht,

dass selbst der kalte Boden unter ihrem 

Aufprall bricht. 

- by Weltenasche.

You haven't posted in a while so I'm hoping you finally gathered a bit of courage and offed yourself 😏

Sorry to disappoint you again, but I'm still here. And to keep your hopes low, sometimes I don't post for weeks or months, that's completely normal for me.

But thanks for apparently caring enough about me to bother posting a message like this in my absence.

Your Words

Recently you wrote to me and said:

„Your words aren't what they used to be. You wrote of love and so naive; Now all I read is full of grief.

Was it me who left you scarred; Who made your words and heart so hard? If so; it was never my intent I hope some day you'll understand.“

by Weltenasche.

Doesn't it piss you off that a random woman can just post a picture of her tits/ass without any effort and get ten times as many likes and attention for it as you will ever get for one of your poems? Then why post poems at all? But this blog is dead anyway - no interaction - no posting - nothing 🤣

No, it doesn't, and honestly, I've never really thought about that before. I don't measure my blog and its value by trivial things like attention or likes.

But from a logical standpoint, it only makes sense, as poetry is more of a niche interest, while something like sexual desire, which is amplified/triggered by the visual impressions you mentioned, certainly appeals to a broader audience.

And I post my poems because I enjoy reading the associations they evoke in people who read them, the ways in which they are interpreted, the memories, impressions, and feelings that people associate with them.

Not everything in the world we call ours should be solely tied to attention, although certainly too much already is.

If you could change a thing on your body what would that be?

Arising from my perfectionism, I would probably want to change many things. But if I could change one thing in the short term, then I'd adjust the ratio between my forearms and biceps/triceps. It's not that my biceps/triceps are small but my forearms genetically seem to just grow at a much faster rate.

So what is the vegan solution? Should we treat animals like humans and humans like animals in every regard to make it fair and equal?

In this regard, I think one must recognize that equality, in its truest sense, is not about sameness but about acknowledging the inherent dignity of all beings in their distinctiveness. To treat humans and animals as equals in every regard would be to overlook the profound differences that define us - our capacity for reason, our self-awareness, our ability to shape and reflect upon the world in ways that transcend mere survival. Yet, in other ways, we are kin, sharing this earth and its fragile beauty, bound by the same breath of life, vulnerable to the same forces of nature.

To say that humans and animals should be treated identically is to misunderstand the nature of equality itself. Animals, by their very being, cannot be held to the same moral standards, nor can they bear the same responsibilities that humanity shoulders. Our power to quite literally rule over everything in this world places us in a different role; not one of dominance, but of stewardship.

For me the question was never about elevating animals to human standards or reducing humans to mere creatures, but about finding harmony in the difference, recognizing that we are not separate from the natural world, but a part of it and therefore responsible for it.

Trauer

Und gerade schmerzen die Gedanken sehr,

weil sie wieder in mir keimt

und sich im Innern eint

Zusammenschließt aus Angst und Frust

entgegen aller Liebeslust.

Weil Tränen salzig und auch kalt

ganz ungebremst und ohne Halt

die Wangen längst ihr Eigen nennen

und sie sogleich hinunter rennen;

Immer wachsend in der Zahl

als hätten sie gar keine Wahl

fallen sie - zum Boden tiefer

springen ab - von meinem Kiefer.

Um dort leise zu zerspringen

in das eigen Meer zu dringen

das nun wächst auf lange Dauer

unterstützt durch meine Trauer.

- by Weltenasche.