I'm just some dude with knowledge of the human condition beyond the filter of fear and insecurity down the core of person's essence of being human or toad. Other than that; I’m that man that sees the world from another’s shoes and reflects upon the existence of their happiness or misery while they themselves are controlled by their own fears and insecurities for which I see as strings to be pulled by some puppet master within or outside of their own existence.

I am who I am because of great pain, great fear, great hate, great forgiveness, great truth and great Love; all of which encompass one person, God. I guess you could say that I am who I am because of God. It is because of God that “I am”; I know this to be true because I am aware of the self.

Every person no matter who you are has deep epiphanies at one time or another. When they hit you something within resonates and that inner voice tells you that you've just figured something out. Most people acknowledge the truth and then it is lost to time and never applied and never pondered again. Many years ago I began taking note of my epiphanies in writing and with a Dictaphone that I would carry by my side. My epiphanies would come to me while I was in many different states of mind. I may have been sober or in some altered state of meditation. This note taking turned into my philosophical journal of truths that I have come to in my life. This Blog is my attempt to translate my philosophic journal into a poetic format. Let’s just face it, not many people would read a philosophy book. My goal is to submit my poetic prose to the Walt Whitman Award and my blog is my way of holding myself to the fire.


Friday, August 19, 2011

Freedom

As an abashed adolescent I was in amazed wonderment of the fantastic freedoms of being an adult.
As I, not so, eloquently evolved into an adult I became the captive of my own desires
Now I seek the discipline to free myself of my own captivit
Trying to escape the guards of gimcrack which find strength in my weakness.
I slither around the great wall of decrepitude which gives me a false delusion of strength.
My cell walls are my weaknesses and fears
The iron gate my desires and my key is discipline.
I want freedom, true freedom, the freedom that is not given; the freedom that is gained from conquering oneself.
Posted by at
Labels: , ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)