The Writings of Aiyu

  "The baring of a soul, the exchanging of blows, that makes a man himself in the first place. The right to be dominant by might, and not by virtue, and not by the tabloids of other men. To win upon himself, through strength and ferocity, over another weaker prey. All things do not fight, but all things do not exist, either. The world is of fighting, and those who do not know this meaning are decaying into nothingness, in truth. Through idleness, through mischief, through denigration, there are no such things to define a man. For his ability to fight is the measure of a man..."   Poetry

  "Though he does not know, he seeks to. For the world around him is bare and knows not his scruples. None shall revive him, for none could, as they see not the ways of the mountain lion. If thinking is being, then a man who knows the world shall become it, truly. The conquest of a peak, the domination of a skill, the hierarchies of life therein are essential calamities in a world that denies such things. Regardless of his barbarism, his looks, his loves, his astuteness, none of this shall matter. For his knowing of the world is the measure of a man..."   Poetry

  "Well of maturity, quite sure. And to lean on others and not have a fight for you, sure as well... For you only use your words and say no to things in a false, rumbling voice, almost as if... ...Bro?" Darkness 4:11   Poetry

  "Canst thou not hear my voice? Is it not absurd? Why dost thou not slay me? For my voice is rumbling, and false of fools. For certainly, we are the chosen. The selected of thine light, to perish! Canst thou hear me, brother? Canst thou? Thou canst." Voices 4:11   Poetry

  "What possesses thou that thou speak to me so? Dost thou cast thine eyes upon mine in such a strange ilk and manner? Thou hast lost thy mind to such chanting, for only to speak thy name is to speak of timid tigers. Dost thou fight, or dost thou whimper? Why dost thou cringe on look, except to offer thine love with thine wretched hearts? Only then, dost thou timid tigers anger! For thou art fools, and not tigers, to think thyself stranger and yet kin. For what dost thou do, who dost thou know? Only chants and mantras of weakened fools. " Timid 4:11   Poetry

  "We are in this, this emblem here, to profit of it. This life we live. There is naught else to us. For we will assuage them, gimmick their souls, profligate their minds with propaganda, and tell them Us, what we are. For we are but Gods..." Asif 4:11   Poetry

  "The horses and the carts broke down before they made it out of town Tell me what you're going to do When no more kids are scared of you Flick the finger flick the ring Takes more than this to be a king The looking glass is clear and true Look what time has done to you Bring the horse and bring the bull All you do is void and null Tell me what you're going to do When mockingbird here sings to you Sing back to your hearts delight You'll learn a thing or two by night When this happens tried and true There will be nothing left of you " *a response to 'Hush Little Baby'   Poetry

  Some good advice: Don't look at someone anywhere but in their eyes, Don't speak with a false voice, Don't use excuses to justify crimes, Don't blame others for your own poverty, Don't project your flaws upon others, Don't act rich when you're not, Don't be a traitor to your country, Don't take credit for someone else's achievements, Don't say anything that doesn't make sense ever again. Bahama 4:06   Poetry

  "The flames course through me, a hallowed reed, all wisdom burns through me I need. The flames of Aiya, the bawling light, what we call love shall conquer night." Aeterna 4:11   Poetry

  "For a cloud had swarmed. Nothing was there, merely a mudball covered in ants. The world had ceased, and all above him had vanquished their glory. Mere gnats of men, they had come to him and requested high. But naught would favor this remedy, for weak was the skin and sallow was the eye. Many incarnations had passed until this, the moment the scion regaled his adventure, but no one knew who he was... The world had swarmed, and mudballs ceased, but one notion remained ascertained. Who...was...he? This man he was, was he high, was he loquacious, was he of this world? For naught knew, for naught knew himself." Nobodies 4:11     Poetry