The Quismet Report

 Loved, Then Refined By Issachar Quismet  I’ve been stacking words like bricks, building a fortress of thought, Reading between the lines before I even knew what I sought. Journals filled with echoes of a mind left unrestrained, Now I see the architecture...I was sketching out my brain but I ain't no rapper, don’t get it twisted ...I’m just gifted. Articulation, wordplay, vocab running deep. A language sculptor carving syllables in my sleep. Did it unconsciously, now I’m fully awake, realizing the power in every line that I make. I ain't no rapper, don’t get it twisted ...I’m just mystic. Man...it’s a vibe, this rhythm great, every metaphor a mirror, every verse a hurricane. You feel like you fluent in expression long before you even knew the name. Now you step into yourpurpose, never looking at it the same. I ain't no rapper, don’t get it twisted. I’m just aligned. Like the greatest general in a world of wars. Fighting battles with words, breaking down doors.I never chased...

A Reflection on Purpose, Solitude, and Distraction There comes a time when every person must choose between discipline and distraction, between solitude and connection, between emotion and focus, a war within. In a world that constantly demands our attention, we must ask ourselves, is love a force that strengthens us, or is it merely a beautiful distraction? For years, my narrative was built on books, hip-hop, and my own writings. Tools that helped me make sense of my pain and turned my struggles into something understandable, something bearable. Fatherhood gave me purpose, and prayer fueled that purpose. But then love came, and suddenly, everything changed. At first, I saw love as an interruption to the disciplined life I had built. It was pleasurable, but it also dismantled the solitude that had kept me sharp. I was always fine when I stayed lonely. But was I truly fine, or was I just comfortable? This dilemma is not mine alone, it is universal. How much space should love occupy in a...

We keep trying, as though hope endures, Yet the truth is cold, and love ensures. A spark that fades, a fleeting fight, tolerance steps in to dim the light. What once burned bright turns hollow, gray. An endless cycle we replay. Each soul, a wanderer, chasing bliss, yet all it leads to is the abyss. For I have seen, and I have known. The seeds of love, once brightly sown, bear fruits of pain, of silent decay, until the dream dissolves away.  The greats...Nietzsche, Einstein, Shakespeare... chose solitude, their path made clear. No time for folly, no space for ties, their minds soared free beneath the skies. So I stand, conviction pure, detached, resigned, and yet secure. Not bitter, not broken...just deeply aware of love’s illusions, the traps they ensnare. If you call this cynicism's art, then let it speak, for it’s my heart. For in this truth, I’ve found my peace. A quiet strength, a sweet release.

Fine people snoring, resting, at peace, What did they do to deserve release? I'm here, eyes wide ...rabbit in lights, thinking, hoping, lost in the night. The pastor preached of love’s embrace, saying its a sword for cutting through evil’s face. Yet love has left me torn and bare, Like hugging thorns, no point, no dare. I chase the dream of quiet mind, Work and toil, yet peace won’t find. Life’s a puzzle, cruel and vast, A sermon preached to minds held fast. Hearts weighed down by pain and vice, Burdened souls who roll the dice. Cynicism, a safer bed, Than love that leaves us left for dead. Still, something in me keeps its spark, a flicker burning in the dark. Is it hope, or just the need, a want for pussy  For hands that soothe, for love to feed? Do I care if I rise or fall? If love is mine, or none at all? The honest truth is I do not know I let it play, I let it flow. For in the end, if fate stands still, then what is choice?...Arthur said it...no free will. 

Building a Future Despite Our Troubled Lives Life has a way of throwing challenges at us, yet we push forward, determined to build something better ...not just for ourselves, but for the generations that follow. Despite our bad habits, past mistakes, and the struggles we carry, we still dream of a future where our kids' kids can have more than we did. The reality is, the world doesn’t always play fair. If you don’t fit in, if you don’t belong to the right crowd, you’re left out. And in some spaces, being an outsider is a disadvantage you can’t afford. I’ve seen this firsthand. I’ve felt it in the way people treat you when you don’t meet their expectations or when you refuse to conform. I remember the day I lost him...a brother to us all. That loss hit harder than I could have imagined. I shed tears alone in that forest, trying to process the weight of it. Some losses leave wounds that don’t heal easily, only scars that remind you of what was taken. That pain was like swallowing a s...

Timeless Wisdom, Being Calm and a Fulfilling Life Civilization has spread across the world, making it possible to live a life without ever needing to run from a lion that just wants nothing but to devour you or needing to spend a night in a forest without a tent and basic supplies like food. In past times this world we see today was just maybe a dream to our ancestors yet people are more stressed and filled with uncertainty these days. There is some ancient wisdom for guidance through these seemingly harsh realities and that is stoicism, but what is stoicism and why even fathom the idea of it? Stoicism is an ancient Greek philosophical school of thought, it emphasizes reason and self-control. This school of thought teaches that virtue, the highest good, is based on knowledge and the wise live in harmony with Divinity and its laws that govern nature and are indifferent to the sufferings or misfortunes, pleasures or pains of human beings. Stoic philosophers believe that people should fo...