Alright, Here is the Whole Bundle.

Next time maybe do a little research.

This commercial still cracks me up everytime I see it.

So, I have to wonder if anybody actually reads this thing. Am I posting stuff on this blog for the entertainment of others or solely for my own selfish fulfillment? What does it really matter though? Whether I write for my own gratification or for the enjoyment of others, I will continue.

Lately a fellow blogger friend of mine has been posting a lot of conspiracy theory stuff particularly regarding the whole 9/11 episode. Check them out here. I have to say, I found many of the ideas he brings to light interesting, but I don't think that I buy into the whole inside job thing. I don't believe that our own government is responsible for the attacks on the World Trade Center. Don't get me wrong though, I am not saying that I do not think that our government is corrupt. I think there is plenty of corruption in our government. However, I do not believe that they would go as far as to kill so many US citizens to fulfill some sinister motive. I definitely believe that there is corruption in the FDA, particularly with the pharmaceutical companies. And there is corruption between the government and the oil companies. Perhaps I will have to explore those avenues in future posts, I will do some research and make a post devoted to one of those subjects. In fact, I am inspired, I need to start posting about some subjects that I am passionate about; like the problems with western medicine, the corruption and greed of the pharmaceutical companies, and of course computers.

But, in the meantime, here is another poem from my old book of poetry. I think that this is one of my personal favorites.


Wisdoms Decayed

Icy fingers grope,
Tearing at frustration.
Wandering
Through the never ending abyss,
Of misery and pain.
Memories surface;
Haunting,
Hating.
Love one existing,
Extinct in its greed.
Trust is foolish.
Look what it got me!
Burning photographs;
Death, by fire.

© Dec. 29, 1995

The Next Installment

Here is another poem that I wrote back in 1997.


Insisting

Panic sets in,
Panic's begun.
Inner soul thought,
Astonishing movement.
A handful of Lust.
A mouthful of lies.
Choke on these words:
Hate!
Fear!
Love!

© Oct 9, 1997

A Poet And He Didn't Even Know It!

I was recently going through some boxes and a came across an old journal that I used to write poetry in; this stuff is from 1995-97. I decided that I would share a few of them with you here on my blog. Unfortunately I haven't written any poetry since this time period.


Red No. 3 1/2

Face in face.
Weak soul,
Neglected in your ignorance.
Kill my pain.
Painicide!
A cracked view.
A cracked mirror.
My cracked skull,
And your cracked soul.

© Oct 9 1997