reversal of fortune

..::star shaped teardrops...july 10 2008::..
crying again for the first time in years
nothing to do but count all the tears:
a tear for each heartbreak,
a tear for the shame,
a tear for each shattered dream,
a tear for each name,
a tear for each memory,
a tear for each scar,
a tear for each injury,
each tear is a star...
tears upon tears falling down from the sky
years upon years till i drown and i die

..::the beauty of isolation...july 12 2008::..
for far too long i felt torn apart
for far too long pain divided my heart
because all my life i searched about
for comfort so hidden that i went without
the truth was elusive and anger was strong
my will was weakened until i saw what was wrong:
between love and hate a line divides
to the unenlightened it may seem wide
this line is indifference
and it's really quite thin
because there's really no difference
when your heart lies within.

..::passionate stoicism...july 12 2008::..
joy and love and rage and hate,
these don't mean much at any rate.
see, pleasure and pain by any name
in the end are much the same.
emotions change and so might you,
but actions i trust to be more true.
so instead of anything i can feel,
i put my faith in things more real:
loyalty, strength and intellect,
these are things i can respect.
emotions that change from day to day
will make a heart bitter, or scare it away.
but proven honor can set things right
and keep a heart's flames burning bright.

..::take the red pill...july 15 2008::..
little red pills help me see the light
and i took sixty-six to see it this night
see drugs can show us a chemical truth
reveal hints of the future or remnants of youth
drugs can save lives or make them worth living
but can also kill or control and they aren't forgiving
it's unfortunate that many condemn drugs these days
like a double edged sword they can cut both ways
but it's only when they're placed in arrogant hands
that they're the most dangerous tools known to man.

I really love your poems. I wish that i could write like that. Love them!!!!!!!!!

anybody can write like i do. all i do to find the right words to express myself is go into a self-hypnotic trance, same thing i do before i take on any creative endeavor (writing, drawing, making jewelry... even changing myself physically through exercise... it's all about inner strength). i am only a writer when i'm writing. just look inside yourself for divine inspiration. i'm only human...

reply to post by Voltzen


I'm kind of curious how this applies to psychology, philosophy, and metaphysics.

I am also curious about yout signature, Faustrecht. Would that be the same Faustrecht that sang "White Liberty" with the lyrics:
"White Skinheads!
Let's stand together for this cause as a white united force. Against all those who oppose this fight."

Just Curious.

[edit on 16/7/08 by MikeboydUS]

everything is connected. use your brain to free your mind. if you are truly the master of your own mind, no external force can control it. a sad truth is that self destruction is more noble than the destruction of those who support you. i am only a mirror, if you do not like what you see then either work to change what you don't like, or stop looking.

i am not a skinhead, nor do i stand for the subjugation of any race or group. quite the opposite, really. the line between true brilliance and true insanity is razor thin and can cut a weak mind in half. faustrecht merely refers to the law of the jungle, celestial law, as above so below. unity of polar opposition... yin yang theory... etc etc etc.

i lead no one but myself. any who choose to follow me should be aware of where they're going and be able to carry their own weight; i do not stop and pick up the poor fools that have followed me to their own demise. i have spent the majority of my life in isolation, the times i truly connected to others i either hurt or broke them or hurt myself and came close to breaking beyond repair. now i choose to wall myself off, it's a state i'm familiar with and familiarity brings comfort. i have a deeply disturbing past but i am no longer disturbed by it. i tell people only what they need to hear and i have no regrets. fear is the enemy of god and rage and violence are the opposition to fear. no human emotion is quite so dangerous as fear, and i loathe nothing more than a traitor. stand for what you feel in your heart and your gut and let nothing sway you, even the threat of death. a true believer's always ready to die and if i was killed my final pleasure would be knowing that my blood has forever tainted the hands of my killer and in truth they're only damning themselves. nothing's more liberating than having nothing left to lose, understand?

just remember this: real strength is buried deep in the soul of humanity.

as a friend once told me, "truth is treason in the empire of lies."

p.s.: don't shoot the messenger.

[edit on 7/16/2008 by Voltzen]

reply to post by Voltzen


I apologize then for my curiosity. I thought I saw some red flags, but apparently I was one the waving a red flag.

Shalom

hehe no problem ;D

curiousity is a good quality, never lose it. it killed the cat, sure, but remember, satisfaction brought it back

[edit on 7/17/2008 by Voltzen]

inspiration can strike at the most random times... i was looking for a fly or centipede or something to feed Vladimir (a spider i found under a rock, now my room mate) and i thought up this one and jotted it down real quick:

..::a word of advice...july 17 2008::..
nothing's as fun as ruling a nation
the feeling of power is close to elation
addictively sweet and great however
i cannot imagine any endeavor
so dangerous as wielding power
especially as we approach the hour
of judgement day for all mankind
when the strongest souls leave the weak ones behind.