A monologue, my thoughts.A Poem by Bleeding Ink AnthologyMy thoughts.When you wake up in the morning what do you do? Open your eyes? Sadly, I think some of you walk through our world blind. Blind by material possessions and what is wrong in your life. Take a moment to sit and reflect, and think about what you have accomplished. Be it little or big, sentimental or just for the sheer hell of it.. We are all here to make something of our lives, ourselves. We all have the opportunities to be one step ahead in the game and do all of us take them? No. A rare few will actually strive to succeed.. I used to be one of the majority that felt the world was unjust, that there is no God and that we are all here to simply evolve. I still find part of that true, I do not believe in ’God’ but its like the belief I have maintained for years, I believe in evolution, I believe in presence, I believe in living and dreaming and touching the stars. I believe in a just society were our children can go unharmed. I do not believe one singular entity created all of which we walk and play. I believe in the universe and its mass structure. I believe there will be life after people as there was before. I believe in Angels. Strange though, isn’t it, to have disbelief of God when I’ll happily believe in Angels? If you knew my mother or the s**t she was dealt and the life I watched her have to live, you would realise the reasons of my beliefs. Thus being said, for those of the population that do hold faith and believe in God, be it of Christianity to Buddhism, I somewhat admire you. For I could not find saviour in the entity that set in motion all the ways man will fall. Now, what about choice? Do murderers and rapists and child molesters choose to do such acts? Yes, some of them.. but you cannot deny the population of said mortals, when putting in consideration their brain development. For example, a brain tumour on the frontal lobe of the brain can induce immoral feelings of a sexual nature towards minors. Is that bullshit? No, look it up. Planning, Organising and Controlling. Is the brain a computer? Are we all moulded and cultivated to think and feel and act the same? No. So should fellow man, woman and child act the way you act? No. Think of the brain as an orchestra. There are separate sections. Percussion, String and Woodwind et cetera. All need a conductor to play perfectly, if one slacks, the rest slack. Think of the brain, as a million little computers. We are not all the same. We cannot blame others for our actions. We cannot control others. We can only inspire, influence and offer structure. The beauties of the world are all around us.. the ridiculous thoughts people consume of how their life is s**t, and they hate their family makes me sick. I am clutching onto the last fragments of my family and I still walk around with a smile on my face. I don’t always act happy, but that does not mean I am miserable. I don’t go to sleep after eating coat hangers so I will not wake up with a grin. The people on myspace do little more than boost their ego and big themselves up. Only show the pictures you have photoshopped until rape to make yourself look flawless. Please. I am proud to be part of the human race, I am not proud of some of the things we do. I am happy to be part of the structure of evolution, I am not happy that we are destructing our own world. We are the only race that is facing good chances of destructing their own habitat. Fact. S**t don’t you people read books or watch docu’s? Did you know © 2008 Bleeding Ink AnthologyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 26, 2008 AuthorBleeding Ink AnthologyCheshire, United KingdomAboutI am an inventor, a creator. I wear low riders, baggy boy pants and tug my pants cause Im so boy. I jump in lakes when Im pissed (drunk). And talk about the future and the un.. more..Writing
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