Ramblings of a Madman

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not a poem..just had to write to get some thoughts out.

Submitted: September 23, 2009

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Submitted: September 23, 2009



i feel like i'm spitting venom at my own blood. what's worse is i feel like it needs to happen. these invisible lines people have are so easy to cross. they are latitude and longitude on a map...some are insignificant and some are like country borders; if you cross without a passport, you will get shot.

if i could pass one thing on to my daughter and hope she realizes it's true, it would be that money and power are ideas only. the truly powerful don't always have money and material objects will get you nowhere in life.

if you would just listen to yourself, you'd find you don't know what you're talking about.

sometimes i fear i'm not real.

the quote i associate myself most closely with is "I believe in a long, prolonged derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown." Jim Morrison

I fear that I will never be truly happy with myself and in turn I fear that I will never be truly happy with anyone else.

i want to go away and drop off the map...it's just a piece of paper on the wall...i don't think the fall would hurt that much at all.

i find that the things i love to do the most, i spend the least amount of time doing; however, things that i dislike consume my time.

sometimes i wish the unibomber had successfully eliminated technology...i feel a lot of bad has happened since the industrial revolution and it seems the more we connect with these machines the less we connect with each other.

i don't see the human race as an advanced group of animals. we may have started out as such, but i believe we are a virus and the earth is our host. we start off as a small, segregated community, grow to a civilization, use all the resources up in that area, multiply, branch out and effectively [over a long long long period of time for us] we kill our host.

i believe in true love, but i don't believe that any human can honestly love someone truly and purely, and completely. we are all blinded by masks and our eyes are fragmented.

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