Irishtoast

Random dude: What…..are you?

Me: I’m, complicated.

^ That.
I guess you could say I’m immature, I probably am , I guess you could also say I am very mature , which I also probably am. But frankly the only thing that really defines me is my music and by poetry. Not this page.

I wrote this. It’s about a dying soldier in D-day.
So it must be so, that I die with no vanity and forbidden temptation.
So it must be so, that I lie to my self to keep the fear away.

It must be graciously, slowly with no pain and no morphine.
It must be graciously, only the meaning of life fulfilled.

Onwards to hell, into blood filled holes and frozen faces in the air.
Onwards to hell, into beaches of death and cement coffins.

Back wards in time, the smell of pancakes…the feel of linen tables…
Back wards in time , pain staking chores ….beautiful ….chores.

All that I had taken for granted, all those past years of moaning.
All that I had taken for granted, the life that I miss so!!!

Forward I go , into the black horizon,the ever burning fire with in an invisible eye
staring down upon us as the hands of god punch us down one by one.
Forward I go , into the black horizon, rain falling down upon me and my wound that
is hugging up against me , comforting me with its welcoming numbness.

All I want, is to be blind of the horrors as its ghastly hands tear at whats left of my eyes.
All I want, is to be deaf of the screams and cries as they crawl through my ears stabbing my mind.

As I stare, at the figures huddled in masses, there body parts flying towards me as they are all the victim.

As I stare, at the sun, as he stands there, watching, like an audience at an execution, watching, like a killer at his victim.

Dead still, but veins still pumping.
Dead still, but war still raging.

Farther still, the light still hiding.
Farther still, the face still dieing.

(I did write this, it is not a poem although the link on my website space is , I wrote it)
Does the answer to life have to lie in what we believe in , or what our moral values are? Does there even need to be an answer to life? Or can the answer to life just be the idea of free will of Ideas. The Idea of choice , and the Idea of different paths that all interconnect with each other, that we must make our way through.
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Why must we pave our way through weaponry? Why can’t we slowly turn back in time with weaponry everytime a war ends , and then , use the money reserved for war , to settle health issues?

A few philosophies that will probably never be solved because philosophers these days don’t no shit about moral codes which is usually the core of the circle of philosophies, how to solve moral codes , how to be able to revolve around what is normally seen and see it in an indifferent way , Am I ranting? I’m ranting. =D.
Anyways , I’m usually a general all around guy , but sometimes disgusting pervert , or a nervous stuttering wreck.
Adieu.