Only after entering through the bowels of humility will the intelligent man gain wisdom.
Silence is the most over-rated, non-existent state.
BOREDOM EXCITES MY NERVES!!!!
Prowling nervousness stalks me like a cloud of burnt tobacco in the middle of an egg salad sandwich.
Sitting in the twixt
Of triviality,
I perspire the urge
To forge through
That stale ridiculousness
Which envelopes me
So consistantly.
The madness itself is, in fact, the beauty of Naples. It proudly boasts the confusion that lies within each of us.
O-pen
My door to creativity...
Guide my flickering mind to solace.
Invade my soul;
Invert my stagnation;
And hurl me back to my mother's womb.
Evaporate that poisoned pith
Which has eroded me so methodically.
Ashes to ashes and dust be to dust...
I'd much rather burn, if concern is a must.
Shredded or stuffed, I'd even prefer
Than to rot, in a box, where nightcrawlers stir.
All hypocrites holy should understand well,
'Tis the soul, not the body, that goes to heaven or hell.
So why then, I ask you
Do you stand at the plot
Gazing down upon flowers which cover the rot?
Stop feeling so guilty, and admit to the fact;
'Tis the hours of living when better to act.
Whose feet have tread this path I'm on?
Whose eyes have seen these sights I see?
Where have all their spirits gone?
What will become of me?