Write to change the World

Ruxandra Duca. 25. Writer, poet, lover of nature. Author of SPIRITUAL MEMOIRS OF A COCKROACH and STIGMATA - POLITICAL MUSINGS OF UNREQUITED LOVE

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

Chapter XXVIII: The Law

I, the #Intergalactic #President of the #Earth, hereby declare... #law #independence #July4th

*** The Universal Constitution

***

I, the Intergalactic President of the Earth, hereby declare this writing an act of salvation. We, the universal peoples, have become divided, for reasons ranging from collective insanity to pathological greed. Let this act serve as a reminder to future generations. Let this act bless them with the acknowledgment of common sense in all of its applicable forms.

Art…

View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

Race

'#Race each other into nothingness!' #discrimination #war #politics #conflict #peace

The chessboard opened noiselessly, spun into a sphere by the force of the dust. White and black, red and yellow squares shaped four dimensional terracotta soldiers.

‘Race each other into nothingness!’ commanded rulers, and they obeyed.

 View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

Birds

Stay hungry for fulfillment! #dreams #hope #unity #God

I sat there,

among the winds,

among the leaves,

between the worlds.

A swing, suspended from the ceiling,

dangled,

pushed gently by the hand of an angel.

They flew towards the chains,

and stole blackened feathers from the angel’s wings.

these birds… these spirits,

looking to feed on the joy of the hopeless.

They coated my mind in deception.

My hunger could not extinguish itself in the cold

of brea…

View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

Dominion

There were stars, and they crashed against waves... #dominion #humanity #redemption

I belonged.

  I no longer belong,

I no longer observe, I no longer crave.

There were stars, and they crashed against waves,

and I called them dreams,

now I don’t call them anything.

They never answered…

  Life is a missed train,  an empty station,

a handful of paper… denial!

There were nebulae,

and I called them visions,

and I no longer call them.

They sometimes called back…

  Death is deceit,…

View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

CHAPTER III -- TRUTH

So the entire #universe was in an atom... #bible #God #humanity

So the entire universe was in an atom. Figuratively yes, but the actual universe was immeasurably greater, and the atom with its suspended angel were located in a common part of the universe: everywhere, anywhere and nowhere in particular.

The mask of emptiness was a nurturing womb to a myriad things. Hidden matter, not dark, but rather shadowed by the Creator’s eternal will, lay where only the…

View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

Makers of shadows

They called themselves #civilization ... #politics

Burn light in the dark and behold a star.

Cut shapes out of darkness,

make a follower,

teach it to stick to your soles.

Call it “disciple”.

…

Nay, they called him a shadow.

They learned to follow leaders.

When the leaders rose higher,

they stuck to the soles of their feet.

They called themselves ‘civilization’.

They call themselves,

but they shouldn’t.

…

Teach your shadow compassion.

Teach your s…

View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

Sleep in solitude

There’s steam against the window.

Birds bathe in a puddle of mud,

allowing snowflakes to hatch

from the cocoons of their shadows.

There’s a coffin in a tree; it has turned numb

with impatience and desperation.

This hand that bears letters,

forcing each to hang by the tip of the nib,

trembles in agonizing anticipation of the

Impending doom.

This page,

devoid of meaning,

suffocates meanings with th…

View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

We fail 

I think somebody’s dying in there.... #humanity

There’s smoke at the top of that building.

I think somebody’s dying in there.

It’s people.

A person.

A creature.

Humanity.

What price should one pay

to salvage salvation?

There’s smoke coming out of my eyes.

I think there’s somebody dying in here.

Don’t look, now…

Turn away and wonder…

‘why do people die?’

Why do people live?

I have a compass, and I’m pointing it up;

I call this ‘the fifth cardin…

View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

CHAPTER II -- DENIAL

“Am I male or female? Angel or demon? Sinner or saint?"

The spear in Its hand and the eyes filled with throbbing hatred, the angel lay there, upside down, for It did lie in Its own mind.

As a consequence of Its God-forsaken sentence, a sense of oblivion tortured Its mind. It had been challenged by what It deemed a devil, yet the greatest unknown was Itself.

“It’s your fault!” the cosmos appeared to shout every now and then, while shapes seemingly…

View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

CHAPTER I -- ANIMA MUNDI

‘Know you not that nothing lasts in composition, but only in shape?’

So the angel hung upside-down, by a thread, suspended in a timeless, spaceless void.

‘Tied to a life-defying atom!’ whispered the night.

Not a gust of wind made a single hair tremble, and Its wings, unfolded, cried in silent pain. Sometimes It felt like screaming, but what would a scream have helped with?

“Father! Holy Being! God! … Somebody! … Help! Help me!”

“Who are you?”

“I… don’t…know!”

What…

View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

Prologue 0: OVERTURE -- THE COMING UNDONE

Struggling is pointless. As we speak, I am assembling an army to decimate... Read more

  The angel’s hand rested on the massive body of the immaculate orchid tree. Its fingers seemed to crave for the very heart of the structure, Its fingernails continuously scratching the pure holiness of the surface. Its other hand was sunk deeply in Its white robe, in Its chest, just as willing to imprison the foe that taunted It…

View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

A book for the unification of people under faith

My goal - the goal of this book - is to unify people under the roof of faith... Read more

“The only blasphemy I’ve seen done has been people hurting people for the love of money, politics, their gods, their skin color, etc. and people poisoning nature where other people depended on it.”

It was for approximately six months that the then first line of the book obsessed me – “and so the angel hung on like a numb pendulum” – not to speak of the fact that I had no idea what to write. I…

View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

Why "BRIGHTSIDE"?

#poverty #education #changefutures Let's promote education and change lives!

As of 2014, according to the EUROSTAT(*) , the poverty rate in Romania has reached worrying heights. County Dambovita faced, at the time of the report, a staggering rate of 40% in terms of extreme poverty.

2016 has, so far, seen an increase in child abuse and sexual exploitation within orphanages. Behind locked doors, violence and prostitution flourish.

Most orphans and children from…

View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

I ran upwards

Can poetry really reflect the poet's emotional depth?

I ran upwards though my soul was chasing itself

downhill,

a body deprived of hopes,

a boulder against the wind.

Horizon lines

of worlds apart

embraced each other,

behind the top.

  Trees failed to stop my soul,

happiness failed to stop my body.

I flew and I rolled,

torn in two essential dilemmas…

  To fail or to succeed?

To live or to fall prey…

to myself… to the world…

to my unspoken horrors.

To…

View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

"I don't care about France!" or how I became completely heartless

“I don’t care about France!” or how I became completely heartless

Yes, I used to be good, and I used to say “oh, God, why?!” and perhaps even shed a tear, until the day I realized that many of the things we see on TV or read on the Internet don’t even begin to describe the atrocities that lie under the veil of apparent care and compassion. No, I don’t care about France. I couldn’t care less about the bombings. Heartless? Perhaps… Cruel? Possibly… A reason to…

View On WordPress

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

[ettenebrisluxvenit]

Overture: The coming undone The angel’s hand rested briefly on the massive body of the immaculate orchid tree. Its fingers seemed to crave for the very heart of the structure, Its fingernails continuously scratching the pure holiness of the surface.