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The Fruits of Zeal by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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The Fruits of Zeal

Willingly he braced himself, To become, a star? And in my action, Be at one with that around me. To strive, And open mind and mood- And will to seize life in its Fruits. That of all transcendent And enlightened in the full and real. Driven to character by times Zeal- And savor on that’s succulent meal, Of truth in its most primal. Innate in intimacy for all the world. So let aggression fulfill with its strong Zeal, And ambition be transcending. The fruits, the fruits they wait out there, Beyond yourself, unending.

The Benefit of an Unconstrained Counterargument by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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The Benefit of an Unconstrained Counterargument

The counterargument is always the most important part of any essay. I remember being taught that a counterargument should be contained, as the focus of a sovern section of the manuscript. What was written, was to be a formulated attack upon what was the key opposing side of an argument- somehow magically sinking an intellectual sword, into the heart of the opposing argument in one swell section. The problem with writing this way, I find, is that it disables the opportunities of nuance throughout the entire article. Anyone who has ever been in a debate team knows that for every pro there is a con. What sense then, comes from containing the

The Power of Fantasy and the Miracle of Everything by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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The Power of Fantasy and the Miracle of Everything

Why is it that in society it takes us so much time to separate ourselves from what we believe is true? Adamantly we place our trust in science, or religion, political leaning or even our personal beliefs or thoughts. These things that we all carry around with us, and yet are so rarely discussed. Our supposed truths; they are the most erosive thing on our condition if they run unchecked through our experience of reality- and all of them are a product of Worldbuilding. Worldbuilding is a term primarily used when talking about fantasy writing, but I and others would argue that it’s application is more useful than that. In the words of fan

Wolves in a Church of Uncontested Solitude by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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Wolves in a Church of Uncontested Solitude

Not living up to the expectation of the Guideless Ego in the Age of Blindness? Where human minds are as shy and as defensive as turtles in their shell- that is for those that stand on their own. Most others are like wolves- forming comfortable packs of strict intellectual agreement and limitation and surrounding those ideas which are not their own and encircling them to quickly and easily extinguish life. They stalk the trails of those that dare to speak out- devouring their every word with what they have been conditioned with for centuries on the day. Are they lost in the dried ink of thinker’s past? Or afraid to look within? The

You Told Me This- Poem @TheOrphanMan by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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You Told Me This- Poem @TheOrphanMan

Slave for humanity That’s why we exalt him With 99 broad pins, they all try and call him- but he don’t know what they want from it so why stall them. Here's to diagonal rhymes between lines, Listen back and forth as if each mental stream was mine, But its exotic and no that’s not confining to my exhaustion, Evident in nine small sins, committed on my offense Experiment of my mind to experiences are primed and across that dotted line, I felt the call whistle fine, with a mistle of mine, to launch off from the hissing heigh quarters of a scorpion’s energy behind what I find most often. But it's so damn awesome, to fin

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'The Right Title' and Memory Replaced by Writing by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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'The Right Title' and Memory Replaced by Writing

When I write a title, there is a basic, subconscious ritual I enact. Due to the immersive experience that writing provides to me- I forget my ego and replace it with the themes or events that lay within whatever I am writing. In fact, each piece of writing can be viewed as a symbolic death of a self, for the purpose in writing is to learn, for if writing originated as a recording – then it is parallel to the most basic construct which allows human consciousness as we know it; that is, memories. The wheel replaced our legs before the script replaced our minds. Script can, therefore, be the technological projection of the intellect- in t

The Power of Fantasy and the Miracle of Everything by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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The Power of Fantasy and the Miracle of Everything

Why is it that in society it takes us so much time to separate ourselves from what we believe is true? Adamantly we place our trust in science, or religion, political leaning or even our personal beliefs or thoughts. These things that we all carry around with us, and yet are so rarely discussed. Our supposed truths; they are the most erosive thing on our condition if they run unchecked through our experience of reality- and all of them are a product of Worldbuilding. Worldbuilding is a term primarily used when talking about fantasy writing, but I and others would argue that it’s application is more useful than that. In the words of fan

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The Benefit of an Unconstrained Counterargument by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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The Benefit of an Unconstrained Counterargument

The counterargument is always the most important part of any essay. I remember being taught that a counterargument should be contained, as the focus of a sovern section of the manuscript. What was written, was to be a formulated attack upon what was the key opposing side of an argument- somehow magically sinking an intellectual sword, into the heart of the opposing argument in one swell section. The problem with writing this way, I find, is that it disables the opportunities of nuance throughout the entire article. Anyone who has ever been in a debate team knows that for every pro there is a con. What sense then, comes from containing the

The Power of Fantasy and the Miracle of Everything by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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The Power of Fantasy and the Miracle of Everything

Why is it that in society it takes us so much time to separate ourselves from what we believe is true? Adamantly we place our trust in science, or religion, political leaning or even our personal beliefs or thoughts. These things that we all carry around with us, and yet are so rarely discussed. Our supposed truths; they are the most erosive thing on our condition if they run unchecked through our experience of reality- and all of them are a product of Worldbuilding. Worldbuilding is a term primarily used when talking about fantasy writing, but I and others would argue that it’s application is more useful than that. In the words of fan

'The Right Title' and Memory Replaced by Writing by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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'The Right Title' and Memory Replaced by Writing

When I write a title, there is a basic, subconscious ritual I enact. Due to the immersive experience that writing provides to me- I forget my ego and replace it with the themes or events that lay within whatever I am writing. In fact, each piece of writing can be viewed as a symbolic death of a self, for the purpose in writing is to learn, for if writing originated as a recording – then it is parallel to the most basic construct which allows human consciousness as we know it; that is, memories. The wheel replaced our legs before the script replaced our minds. Script can, therefore, be the technological projection of the intellect- in t

5 Words Essential to Humanity- #TheOrphanManSays by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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5 Words Essential to Humanity- #TheOrphanManSays

Metamorphosis is the process of transformation. This word not only represents themes in humanity but is a constant and essential aspect of all life. All things have to experience birth, life, and death. These three terms are essential sub-terms to Metamorphosis because without that foundation change would not exist; throughout this commonly known trinity of beginning- middle-end life changes forms. Two themes that are closely interrelated (sub-terms) within the idea of Metamorphosis are depression and growth. In order for there to be a change in the human psyche there must be adversity; in other words, depression is what we mold ourselves ag

The Candelabra Eight by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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The Candelabra Eight

The Torch, so lonely as it treads, with shadows in his empty head. He went out beyond the gates, a chalice to a porous fate. A sword drawn at his hip, a ranging horse between his legs, he held the torchlight high. A fist clutching it there. The Candelabra Eight 1-The Torch The Torch, so lonely as it treads, with shadows in his empty head. He went out beyond the gates, a chalice to a porous fate. A sword drawn at his hip, a ranging horse between his legs, he held the torchlight high. A fist clutching it there. Erect. The torch so lonely. Like the King stands before his people, this flame, held by the fist of a brave man who wore the number

Ancient Myth and the Ego by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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Ancient Myth and the Ego

There is a trauma embedded in the human species as we know it today, that I believe we are on the cusp of overcoming- but first, we have to understand it. We have sought to resolve it in our mythology, our religion, cultures, and societies, in our art and literature. The trauma I speak of is the essential character of the personified idea I call the Orphan Man. I am arguing that at the beginning of civilization, humans had evolved into a place where the ego took over. The Orphan Man is made an Orphan by his own egotistical tendency to disdain nature around him, and even the nature of his own animal self. He is an Orphan from the universe, wh

Introduction to Microcosm Macrocosm by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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Introduction to Microcosm Macrocosm

Microcosm and Macrocosm are words whose origins date back to Plato. Microcosmic to Macrocosmic thinking is what enables us to compare history past events in our lives, to pick out patterns and see grander schemes reflected into smaller realities and in our own personal lives. This is a concept essential to the Orphan Man. The Orphan Man is the man with the Universe Inside Him. This literally means that in his journey you can see reflected the universal journey. The four elements are reflected in his (or her!) character and in the character of his numbers and symbols, and he has become aware of it. To say that he is made in god’s image

Creativity, Madness and Spirituality! by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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Creativity, Madness and Spirituality!

Humans are naturally creative. The very way in which we manipulate our environment so extensively proves this. However, it is obvious that certain humans foster innovation with more ease and regularity than others; this is because of our mindsets. If you would like to become a more creative person for any of the above reasons or simply to better yourself than this essay will have some very valuable information and advice for you. Creativity & Eccentricity Creativity and socially abnormal behavior go hand in hand. This can come in many forms, in things as simple as wearing odd clothing, saying unexpected things, or even singing and yelling i

Democracy Murdered My Mentor! by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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Democracy Murdered My Mentor!

When I use the term ‘Individualist Mindset’ I, in part mean democratic mindset. I am not referring to the system of government called democracy – but more so the manifestation mindsets that took root in America after the inception of its democracy- and as a result of the freedom of living under the democratic order. American democracy instilled in the culture of its people with a sense of self-reliance, individualism, self-value, and hope for personal success. This American dream is the reason so many migrated from the old world to the new one. Social mobility had started to begin in Europe after the War of the Roses and, i

Propaganda and Imperialism- Linguistic Philosophy by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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Propaganda and Imperialism- Linguistic Philosophy

Catholic Propagation and the Evolution to Modern ‘Propaganda’ Propaganda; the word was first used in 1622 by Pope Gregory the fifteenth when he created the Congregatio de Propaganda Fide, ‘The Sacred Congregation for Propagating the Faith’, which had so much influence on Catholicism that it’s cardinal was nicknamed the ‘red pope’. The organization still survives to this day. The congregations function was to Propagate the faith in foreign places such as Greece and Egypt and later, the Americas. Propaganda, was pulled from the French ‘propagacion’, to procreate, spread offspring’

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The Fruits of Zeal by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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The Fruits of Zeal

Willingly he braced himself, To become, a star? And in my action, Be at one with that around me. To strive, And open mind and mood- And will to seize life in its Fruits. That of all transcendent And enlightened in the full and real. Driven to character by times Zeal- And savor on that’s succulent meal, Of truth in its most primal. Innate in intimacy for all the world. So let aggression fulfill with its strong Zeal, And ambition be transcending. The fruits, the fruits they wait out there, Beyond yourself, unending.

Wolves in a Church of Uncontested Solitude by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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Wolves in a Church of Uncontested Solitude

Not living up to the expectation of the Guideless Ego in the Age of Blindness? Where human minds are as shy and as defensive as turtles in their shell- that is for those that stand on their own. Most others are like wolves- forming comfortable packs of strict intellectual agreement and limitation and surrounding those ideas which are not their own and encircling them to quickly and easily extinguish life. They stalk the trails of those that dare to speak out- devouring their every word with what they have been conditioned with for centuries on the day. Are they lost in the dried ink of thinker’s past? Or afraid to look within? The

You Told Me This- Poem @TheOrphanMan by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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You Told Me This- Poem @TheOrphanMan

Slave for humanity That’s why we exalt him With 99 broad pins, they all try and call him- but he don’t know what they want from it so why stall them. Here's to diagonal rhymes between lines, Listen back and forth as if each mental stream was mine, But its exotic and no that’s not confining to my exhaustion, Evident in nine small sins, committed on my offense Experiment of my mind to experiences are primed and across that dotted line, I felt the call whistle fine, with a mistle of mine, to launch off from the hissing heigh quarters of a scorpion’s energy behind what I find most often. But it's so damn awesome, to fin

The House of Bread- Poem @TheOrphanMan by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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The House of Bread- Poem @TheOrphanMan

Houses of Bread- Crumbling Walls- Cherry Blossoms and snow falls So in cold of winter’s deathless tree I said c’mon call the devil Or did I hear the devil’s call Have his way with me. Purple blossoms, stains and plums- aren’t tellin’ you the truth To know anyone accept the me inside the you As red a blue After purple sun sets and the cherry plums Rinse away the products of our earthly tongue And the sins and lies written in black ink With falling face and plastic hearing, the death of everlasting Nearing, endearing and clearing my head To give voice to my tiny crum in a house of bread.

Path of Destruction by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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Path of Destruction

The path of destruction has arms wide open and is beckoning to hug us as an old friend. Anarchy and civility push and pull us, And the stakes grow ever higher. In a world where political leaders are like feuding children, And the Comedian is the only politician which makes sense. Fault and credit have been misrelated, and destruction. Destruction beckons like an old friend. Anything to relieve this stagnant water before it becomes ice. Let him embrace.

Oh Time- Poetry @TheOrphanMan by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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Oh Time- Poetry @TheOrphanMan

Oh Time, the elder Father with hair that curls from head and beard like the swirling winter winds, and eyes as deep as the emptiness between two stars in one hand he holds the scythe, sharp tool that sings of death in the other hand he holds the sands that poor down till final breath Oh Time, the babe of rebirth with hair of golden barley that shines like spring, and eyes dark blue as twin sapphires in one hand he holds the party horn, that sounds the call of the new year in the other hand he holds the sands that stand yet non-bereft Oh Time, all things feel it closely each day, however close Time may be, so vast is its complexity it yet st

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Novel: Robin And Rudyard by Culpeo-Fox, journal

Novel: Robin And Rudyard

Jan 29, 2017

Hey guys, little announcement to make! Last year, i had the honour to contribute some of my art to a novel by Belgish author Ronny D'Hulster, called "Robin And Rudyard". The book comes in two variants - one regular version and one limited deluxe edition (see photos below). A little video of what the novel is about can be seen here: Featured illustrations of mine are both "Walking On The Edge" and "Culpaeus", :thumb117416478: :thumb122271741: ...as well as some new exclusive ones that haven't been uploaded here. :-) You can order the book directly from the author: Ronny D'Hulster or through Amazon (though there, you will only be able

Trauma by BecomingButterflies, literature

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Trauma

I don't know who I am. I have lived my life by attaching onto others and letting them do the defining I'm her this, his that, never just me and when I am finally forced to be just me I don't know who me is I define myself as the largest parts of me: panic attacks death wishes skipped meals countless tears unceasing loneliness and somewhere I know that those things cannot define a person but I destroyed myself and I destroyed my memories and I forgot who me is

Happiness by RachelandJessica23, literature

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Happiness

Some people pursue happiness. Others create happiness. Some people think happiness is rare, invaluable, and very simple. Happiness isn't bought or sold at a store. Happiness comes from yourself And you can pursue it or create it. Happiness can come from anywhere Or anytime. You can look at clouds Or count stars Or enjoy a gentle ocean breeze. Creating happiness is doing things That make you happy, Be it writing, drawing, or singing a song, Or being with your friends. If you think you can't be happy, Then just look around. There is still hope To have your dreams come true. Happiness is about embracing whatever that makes you

The War Within by DEANJENO--art, literature

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The War Within

The War Within If only there was rest for the slaughtered soul condemned to these bloodied chambers whose walls pound like rockets on a besieged city crumbling to its knees. This war escalating inner violence tearing asunder spirit and flesh. Each implosion muffling voices bombarding thoughts numbing the senses flailing falling deeper into unending despair. Desolate self-contained abandoned in this cage of flesh and bone the tormented mind gropes desperately in the dark trying to piece together what was and will never again be. Shattered memories piercing the subconscious crucifying the flesh as the spirit bleeds out… If only. If

The Garden by DEANJENO--art, literature

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The Garden

The Garden Have you seen it? Have you seen… The Garden…? Trimmed to perfection without a weed to be found, Is the grass that’s greener than the best kept lawn. Arising from the dew kissed earth, And ocean of treasure doth nature birth Golden yellows. Sapphire blues. As red as ruby and garnet to. Emerald green and every other shade and hue Come witness these flowers in full bloom. Beautiful. Isn’t it…? I know, I know it all too well. It’s hard to forget From where one once Fell. Like a dead leaf sent hurdling to the ground I was cast out by the Mighty Wind I was cast from the presence of the Tree. Left to

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TheWarofSaintsandSages B1-V1- Home by JuliusSPeyton, literature

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TheWarofSaintsandSages B1-V1- Home

The War of Saints and Sages Verse One- Home By Julius S. Peyton Gamlin The trumpets sounded their three-note exaltation with the rising of the Sun. Gamlin could already hear the bridling of horses and the calling of men. Enough to provoke the warrior in him. Shink-- the sound of his dagger being drawn. His face snarled up like a fierce animal. He flung fur sheets from his cot and leaped to the floor. His tent was empty, but as he went to the flap images of barbarian raiders and Orcish cavalry flashed through his mind with photorealism. Sealed in his memory, augmented by fear- he saw the bloody limbs of his men he saw the long, hooked bla