These violent delights have violent ends

“These violent delights have violent ends” Shakespeare

For everything that happens there is a reason and for everything under the stars of heaven there are strange and bizarre events that surround us. So we smile and move on to the next best thing in life – ignore the ugly and embrace the good. Dealing with life during the afterhours brings a frown or a smile if you are fighting hard within yourself to fight the sorrow.

We cannot allow sorrow to dominate our feelings for what good things can come from sorrow? Is it not a short minute or two of reflecting the truth and knowing how to deal with it as it casts you into the shadows? Does it not cause you to close your eyes and clasp your hands and pretend you are somewhere else where you dare to be imaginary and unreal so you can forget and step once more forward to capture tomorrow.

Life gives us love-devouring death for that is for certain. In between life and death there are constant struggles of sanity and irrationality we learn to cope with so we can survive these ordeals and avoid the sorrow. Violent deaths are violent delights to some and catastrophes to others. It makes sense to one and it totally loses its reality to others as they ponder how to confront the fire that consumes them like fire and powder.

The answer and the fix comes too slow. It is tardy in delivery and causes more sorrow. Before the nighttime falls there will be another that will fall and nobody will know until tomorrow. There is but one lonely confessor among the thousands that comes forth and tells the story of truth but is ignored by those in positions of power. For those words, those courageous and straightforward words, openly spoken confounds the appetite and creates migraine headaches as thoughts are pondered.

So we glean the past and find those moments of joy that falsely measure the time forever. Words are erased and new words are created to sweeten their breath as they lie with imagined visions of truth and deliver an encounter that is filled with double tongues and clear the new encounter of those violent delights and violent ends that are man-made in substance but evil in measureable methods.

These words are richly filled with words of deceit and a spineless tone is spoken. They are but beggars of those that will blindly follow and ask not what is true but rather what is broken. These violent delights have grown to such excess and you can feel it, they are getting closer. You find your worth diminished in value as the life you live is easily broken. 

The truth is so powerful it cannot hide but your concerns for wealth and enrichments keep the lids on the coffins. Your weakness to persevere and your energy to combat these feelings have been decimated by the fear that surrounds you. Only true love for justice and personal freedoms will remove these chains you have bound yourself with and then the curse is broken.

So every day you live the conceit is shown and deceit is spoken. Your ears are bleeding and your heart is faint but you know deep inside its time to counter their bragging and dispute what is spoken. Violent delights have violent ends so it comes down to your own individual worth and your own true love for what you believe in and what you sum up to be your values and you wealth , not in gold but in character and richness in integrity and love for your fellow men and those you care for.