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Well, this page is dedicated to some of my writtings. I do want to make one thing clear first. These following passages do not reflect who I am, but more some of the emotions that I went through on my way of becomeing who I am. They were writen in my past, and are meant as a glimpse of such. For those of you that would read these and judge me, I would say that you are nieve. But then i guess opening up to the world is to set yourself up for judgement, is it not?
Anyways, read away, and take from them what you will. I do love criticism and comments, so I encourage you to sign my guest book afterwards. With that being said, please enjoy! |
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These are my rambling, my talkings to myself. An attempt to prove myself as sane to any that may read this, or myself. I don't know who i'm trying to convince more, but that's besides the point. I guess it's also just an opportunity to get everything off my chest, out of my head, and onto paper. As fragile as this paper is, it can take more than any human. So can I. As you'll see, I think in different ways than anyone else. I guess everyone thinks the same thing. That's one thing we all have in common. One of the few.
Other than that, I'm different. I use people for they're happiness. How many people can say that? I also teach those that don't learn. Through me is wisdom. I'm not saying I'm Jesus or anything, but maybe a close second. I just havn't performed any miricles yet. But that's because if I were to walk on water or turn it to wine, I would be applauded or scrutinized, but not listened to. And that's what I'm looking for. Not someone to listen to my problems, but someone to listen to my advice. That's the miracle I'm trying to perform.
In a way I'm a seer. But that doesn't mean shit when no one listens. Listening isn't just hearing the words, but following them. That's what's wrong with the world. It's stopped listening. A little blind faith would reap rewards greater than you know. I'm not someone that leads or follows. I'm just trying to get everyone going in the same direction.
I'm just asking for something small. That's truely a small thing, isn't it? Everyone in one direction, and all will become clear. That's what most people are looking for. Clarity. And I'm the looking glass. 98/03/14 |
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We spend our time trying to make time ours, but don't want our time to come. We are never satisfied to get what we want. We only want what isn't ours. I can give you everything you want, if you can give me everything you have. Fore only when you have nothing can you truely appriciate all i have to offer. It is at that time that all you want and all you need are the same thing. And it is at that time where my gifts will satisfy you beyond your wildest thoughts, dreams, or imaginations. A gift of renewal and removal. A gift of holy damnation. A gift of a living afterlife. My gift will take what you could never offer. It will restore in you what was never lost, and awaken your soul from the exsistance of your perceptions to the realizations of your mind. Your mind will be your only posession, if it doesn't possess you first. This will be your last conflict. And when this battle finalizes, you will be back to your begining, with everything or nothing. The choice is your's. Step out of the circle of life into the beyond of eternity. You have the rest of your life to spend the rest of your life. But only until your time comes. 97/09/06 |
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Writing a poem where ideas keep changing with each word and sentence like the feirce winds in my mindstorm of thought. The paper and pen reaction cause an eye in the storm with which to see clearly, to shine a light on a topic to focus on. And as the subject lasers through my soul, it spreads like a rainbow prism, changing emotions like the weather. Raising and lowering feelings like the tide of coastal waters, always shaping the evirnment into eathbound constelations. Making patterns of imagination, and shifting in direction and speed like clouds of my dreams. I dream of drifting through these clouds of my spirit. Through pictures and memories. Trying to write it all down like Father Time's biography. Never going to finish, but always enjoying the trip. 98/08/16 |
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