As you might have noticed, most of my stuff is more than a year old. Well, I just written my newest poem, which has gotten some rave reviews.
Go over and read it my peons. The power of Juvenal compels you.
A Story of a Perfect RulerAfter the trail of a foreign criminal, the honest and just ruler was greeted by a letter that had somehow found its way into the guarded royal bedchamber. Whoever had placed it there had signed it, A Kindness of Nevermore.A Story of a Perfect Ruler by ~Juvenal09
The letter read: Who watches the watcher.
The ruler being wise increase security but remained calm, attempting to discover how someone had managed to put the letter her bed chambers unnoticed by guards. Her only guess was it was one of the guards.
Several months passed without any clue to who may have sneaked the letter into her private chambers, so the ruler relaxed the security measures.
However, soon after relaxing, the nation had to face an unexpected rebellion, the dedicated and powerful ruler was greeted by another letter, again signed A Kindness of Nevermore.
The letter read: There is always someone better.
This made no sense to the ruler, for no one was more powerful. The ruler was a veritable deity. Well, that is what the ruler had believed until a recent de
KindnessKindness is not politeness nor tolerance. Nor is it the goodwill we show to our friends and family. Kindness is rather the gentleness born from a sensitivity to oneself and others. A nice person may mean well when accidentally insulting another or harming oneself, but a kind person is serious about what their actions truly mean in a world that can only be understood by paying attention and not letting expectations dominate ones judgement.Kindness by ~Juvenal09
Happiness and EscapeWe want happiness, don't we? Why then do I find myself attracted to stories that are so sad? Is it possible that I see others who are not happy and want them to be happy? It seems to contradict the desire for happiness to make oneself unhappy by becoming immersed in the unhappiness of another.Happiness and Escape by ~Juvenal09
There is a word for this: love. Love drives us to act, to leave our comfort, to feel for another person. It is not mere empathy, for from love one can suffer because the other cannot suffer. To be moved by a character on the stage, whose fate you can foresee but cannot prevent, our love can be brought out immensely by fiction.
Today, love is no longer believed in. Cynicism has replaced it. Passion has become farce, a pretend game for politicians that calls back to an era we no longer live in. Reality has become a cold fiction, and now we must go back to storybooks for the love we cannot find from our world. From the fiction that is reality to the reality that is fiction.
Out of love I call you to
Those That Hear Must Too DieWhen I was young, I sought comfortThose That Hear Must Too Die by ~Juvenal09
In those who mirrored my beliefs.
I aged, and suddenly it broke.
When I was a teen, I sought challenge
In those who contrasted my beliefs.
I aged, and suddenly it all crashed.
When I was an adult, I sought greater truth
In those who knew nothing of my beliefs.
I aged, and suddenly it fell apart.
When I was an elder, I sought something distant
In those who found some comfort in my beliefs.
I died, and suddenly it began again.