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.


Thursday, August 25, 2011

Moth on a wall

Moth on a wall
I sit staring alone into the night
Waiting for the flame to flicker on
So I can flutter to the light
Waiting for peace to come
While I burn in delight
Just to be
Like a moth on a wall
Sometimes I sit in wonder
About our flame
And why it makes us flutter
To the light
Waiting for our peace to come
Because we are just moths on a wall
Waiting to spot the flame
Waiting alone in the night
To burn
TO BE
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2 comments:

  1. PamelaAugust 26, 2011 at 7:55 AM

    Poor moth....yet there are times that death is welcomed with open arms by many whose sufferings are beyond our natural threshold of pain and so death is essentially "delight" in the sense that it is relief.

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  2. PamelaSeptember 18, 2012 at 9:19 PM

    Poetic indeed....

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