About ddavidd

I am like a fishing rod; wherever I pop, or THEY, through me
I catch evils.
They all come for me.


We have lost our ability to learn from one another, that is why we crave only like-minded people. Because instinctively we only survive in such environments which are sterile and unable to change' therefore we are condemned to extinction by our own volitions, for progress does not correspond to those attributes ( being sterile and unable to change).


Behold there are so many called, but just a few are chosen. And why are they not chosen?
Because their hearts are set so much upon the means of this world, and aspire to the honour of men, that they do not learn this one lesson:
That the rights of the priesthood are inseparably connected with the power of heaven, and that the power of heaven neither can be controlled nor handled unless upon the principles of righteousness.
(D&C 121:34-36)


Those fakes are correspondent to that realness. They are the counterpart. The semantic antinomy is the demonstration of prove by "reductio ad absurdum".


The Trump mentality ( likeminded-craving bruts):
They call themselves the superior race, though nothing is superior about them, except they want privileges because of the shade of their skins. They are not fair or justified in their aggression against the other races. They're actually barbarians who cannot tolerate others and differences. Like any other brute, they always need to put themselves above others. Exactly the very characteristic of which they accuse those who they colonize to plunder their lands. The only difference is they wear aprons and hold knives and forks, digging into the flesh of their hunts and wipe their bloody mouth with soft napkins, after.




Reciting my Poem by the late Paul Eachus ::


Capitan my captain, the real meaning of poetry:

Profile of ddavidd

  • Age : 44
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  • Joined : Oct 18, 2018
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Latest Poems By ddavidd

  • What have we become
    how palpable...

  • My heart is a
    magic peregrine bird...

  • Death is like a crack on the windshield of my car
    I can see that crack's dissemination...

  • The War (1) 1

    From the futile war
    remains tons of mutilated hearts...

  • These roads are eloquent
    in every inarticulate turn...

Latest Quotes By ddavidd

  • No matter how complete
    I may think I am
    you complete me
    with your incompleteness.

    1 day ago
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  • The hardest thing I ever did perhaps, was confronting the fact that I am not ready to die, regardless of my feeling and how much I want to.

    7 months ago
    2 0
  • I do not get disturbed when someone is better than me
    better is what I am looking for

    8 months ago
    3 0