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Tuesday, October 14, 2008

If I forfeit my soul it ain't worth heaven


Sunday, July 20, 2008

Makes me want to yell on the rooftops to make this stand up show stop

With limitless potential to fail will you push yourself up off your knees

And squeeze just a few free moments out of this endless cycle of tease

Maybe we as a species were meant for the shackles of endless and

Excruciating day-to-day hassles

Let me build this shrine here within my own mind in exaltation

Of the station of human progress in the making

Let me be the one to demonstrate the value of a good work ethic

Disregard the dangerous rhetoric of nine-to-five methods

And prove that freedom will fulfill all human desires

Without having to resort to mere existence until you retire


Sunday, June 22, 2008

Why are there more male athiests than female?

Am I the only person who experiences dreams the way I do?  They will follow me sometimes for a whole day, persistently coming back to the forefront of my mind and enciting some deep feeling of wholeness.  My dreams seem completely void of my ego, and that makes them purer than my thoughts whilst I am awake.

Male/Female , absence of choice.

controlling one's inner world is the essence of freedom

I need to take a trip to the places of my childhood by myself.  It will accomplish two goals at once: the experience of being completely reliant on myself, and the revisitation of where I remember feeling most whole, where I still believed in God and myself.


Saturday, June 21, 2008

If you really love poetry you just need to do it.  Nevermind the BS


Living in a world of fantasy and dreams has claimed all of my sanity.  Worldly obligations have began to pale in comparison to my need to feed specific emotional desires within myself.  The conflict being produced has left me confused and inert.  I do not have a clue as to where my life is heading, although it seems pertinent that I make a decision in the near future.  My career is one of a million choices.  Honestly, my only wish is to live and to express myself.  But these fantasies of possible lives and wish-fulfilling futures are destroying my chances for peace and prosperity.  I have talents, I have smarts.  I am wasting them and revelling in my own self-pity and absorption.  I have potentiality and I have had time, but there is nothing to show for it.  It is time for authentic scrutiny and the construction of some real plans.  I can't keep wasting my time.



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