True love must be grown into

True love is a mold that two must grow into, like a funnel blending them together as one. They start out separate, but thru the funnel of true love come out as one.....a child is the resulting concoction of two seperate solutions blended together down the funnel of true love.

The story I cannot entirely tell.

I wish I could tell the story that is fixed upon my heart that exists in as an anomaly in this finite moment, but I can't. Oh what a complexity that burdens my heart with it's wonder and mystery, it is perfect, but a perfection of which I cannot confess without being made a lier. Oh the truth in it's inability to be expressed entirely by the acts of man makes liers of us all. I would like to expound upon truth, not partial, but whole, for without the entire it is not completely truth and thus partial truth in essence be a lie. If only I was not confound to one long final breath exhausted over the passing of days on this terrestrial ball. If only I could relay the truth beyond my finite pass, the future past, in the prescence of no time at all. Then I could speak and be just before thou as not a lier, but then I would be thou who looks upon thee as an abomonal squire with holy eyes of fire, that burn bright with the searing light of truth which I of no physical right may see, save of your providencial pardon of grace and mercy.

A Writer Has Not Nothing of His Own Save Only But His Name

As a writer one must remember that every man carves his own path and no two writers, of a single grain use the same, for each and every work of one writer, bears his soley begotten name, and to beat a path that lay already beaten, is to labor with whip and slash, upon spent horse's back in vain. Yes, no two men, not never from, can an already winded tale have came, for no man can train a horse that be wild that where by another man's rein be tame.

~Steven Sleight~

The Race We Must Strive Not to Win: The Revised Image of the Patriotic American

Neither the democratic nor the republican party can be held as the sole agent in the destruction liberty in America, for both sides act as the feet of a sprinter,that move with a left-right rhythmic momentum, propelling america toward an age of despotism with an ample amount of speed, but without also any pause for rational reconsider of direction. America shall reach the destination of which it is set on course. The sprinter will cross the finish line, but once the race is run there's no breath left to make the course back. America is racing toward despotism and cannot look back, back to it's love of liberty, but no it must look ahead, toward the future, toward those who have crossed the line before it, the line that signifies the end, that marks the life of liberty and this life itself in the free form it was designed to posses by god as finished. the rights of individuals have been left in the dust as America races on to catch the heels of countries that have fallen before it. We are headed to an age of destruction and no one shall exist, but rather One shall exist as a uniform body of freedomless individuals, who appear to be also lifeless, a symtom brought on by the thought-sedating effect of our American society. It's citizens shall lay with atrophed minds in a nation wide mental comatose induced by the multimedia overstimulation that does nothing to shed the truth, but rather exists solely to inject into the heads of the mass population a serum of lies crafted in order to manufacture support for this country from within. The nation shall not earn patriotism as a farmer earns the harvest he has sown and grown, no, the nation shall take notes on the current way food is mass produced and attempt to apply the methods to manufacturing patriotism. Instead of home-grow citizens developing a love for this country based upon the experience of the ideas of liberty within, patriots shall be grown within homes supplemented with ideological nourishment delivered in the form of multimedia propagation. The patriots of the new age shall be bred as they are homefed with the lies of the homeland and what it stands for. They shall be the very real aparitions of what former patriots saw only as their most wild and surreal nighmare.