Dear my lovely readers,
As many of you know, the United States government is pulling all the troops out of Iraq. and the war is over. how nice of them, well no not really, because you see they are not pulling them out because they care about them, but rather, because they know that they will never get what they wanted in the first place, control of the oil fields, so they are playing this pulling them out of Iraq card to look good, and hide their wicked ways, and could care less about them.
The U.S government left Iraq in worse shape than it was before they entered, because this is pretty much what they did, lets say Iraq was a chocolate company, and it had one boss who controlled everything, but then another chocolate company called the United states came along, and removed that boss, so it could do a bloody take over, and get control of the Iraq chocolate company, but would just say it was still the Iraq chocolate company, but instead of being an easy task the U.S chocolate company found them selves in a war between who from the Iraq chocolate company would control the company, and once the U.S chocolate company realized they would not get control of Iraq's rich chocolate they took their workers out, and left Iraq in a mess.
now I am happy the troops are out of Iraq, and coming home, because it made no sense for them to even be there, and now they can be home with their families, and not die, but what I am trying to say is don't let the government fool you they are evil, and everything they do for the most part is evil even when it seems good.
love, your friend,
VPK
Thursday, December 22, 2011
this is what happends when I do not sleep: my mind goes all over the place
Dear my lovely readers,
what is the substance of existence? Now I don't mean how we come to be as far as men and women mixing sperm with egg, because we know how that works, but how everything can to be. The truth is no one really knows, and no one can really explain it. we all have theories on what, and how we came to be, but not one person that lives, has ever lived, and will live can explain how existence started. now many believe a GOD, or Gods, but God in its self is a substance that can not be explained, but can only be theorized about, and can never be proven to exist, as it can never be proven not to exist. mathematically everything can be proven, but this maths of how everything came to be is simply beyond any math problem, and is one that can not be solved. maybe we are nothing more than characters in a film, or book. now this might seem unlikely, but think about this, do the characters in a film, or book know they are actually characters? no they do not. now some may say well sometimes they break the fourth way, but that is actually not possible, because they might talk to the read, or watcher, but they are not actually doing so, but just doing what is written, so everything we do could simply be written, and that is what our existence actually is, in other words, free will does not exist, and we are just words, or simply just seconds of a long film being watched. maybe we are nothing more than a dream, or being imagined by someone sleeping, or even just someone in class thinking instead of paying attention in class, but then again how far would existence go? if we simply a book, or a dream who is to say the author, or sleeper is not their self characters in a book to someone who is a character in a book/ it would be like when someone writes about a fictional writer, and that fictional writer writes about a fictional writer. with that said something would have to be the beginning, and the only, so perhaps nothing exist, but God, and he is just an author, or dreamer, but this gives birth to the question well how did God come to be, because nothing no matter what exist before there was something, so how then did God come to be, but like I said God is a substance no religion, science or philosophy can explain, and is beyond existence its self.
maybe I should try sleeping from time to time,
love,
your friend,
VPK
what is the substance of existence? Now I don't mean how we come to be as far as men and women mixing sperm with egg, because we know how that works, but how everything can to be. The truth is no one really knows, and no one can really explain it. we all have theories on what, and how we came to be, but not one person that lives, has ever lived, and will live can explain how existence started. now many believe a GOD, or Gods, but God in its self is a substance that can not be explained, but can only be theorized about, and can never be proven to exist, as it can never be proven not to exist. mathematically everything can be proven, but this maths of how everything came to be is simply beyond any math problem, and is one that can not be solved. maybe we are nothing more than characters in a film, or book. now this might seem unlikely, but think about this, do the characters in a film, or book know they are actually characters? no they do not. now some may say well sometimes they break the fourth way, but that is actually not possible, because they might talk to the read, or watcher, but they are not actually doing so, but just doing what is written, so everything we do could simply be written, and that is what our existence actually is, in other words, free will does not exist, and we are just words, or simply just seconds of a long film being watched. maybe we are nothing more than a dream, or being imagined by someone sleeping, or even just someone in class thinking instead of paying attention in class, but then again how far would existence go? if we simply a book, or a dream who is to say the author, or sleeper is not their self characters in a book to someone who is a character in a book/ it would be like when someone writes about a fictional writer, and that fictional writer writes about a fictional writer. with that said something would have to be the beginning, and the only, so perhaps nothing exist, but God, and he is just an author, or dreamer, but this gives birth to the question well how did God come to be, because nothing no matter what exist before there was something, so how then did God come to be, but like I said God is a substance no religion, science or philosophy can explain, and is beyond existence its self.
maybe I should try sleeping from time to time,
love,
your friend,
VPK
once in a while I am happy!!!!
sometimes my soul is free of pain,
and I feel this great sensation,
this I can't explain,
but it sparks my imagination,
like the beauty of rain,
and my mind burns with pleasure,
like fire burns wood,
and I see life's treasure,
I really wish that I could,
feel like this everyday,
I sing in the garden of flowers,
without any mental decay,
and be happy for all my hours,
and I bring you along,
for this great delight,
and we sing a song,
of this beautiful flight:)
and I feel this great sensation,
this I can't explain,
but it sparks my imagination,
like the beauty of rain,
and my mind burns with pleasure,
like fire burns wood,
and I see life's treasure,
I really wish that I could,
feel like this everyday,
I sing in the garden of flowers,
without any mental decay,
and be happy for all my hours,
and I bring you along,
for this great delight,
and we sing a song,
of this beautiful flight:)
The hidden water
my very lonely eyes,
by the sea of despise,
hidden by a happy disguise,
but that is just a defence mechanisms,
to keep hidden my self despotism,
my very lonely ears,
by the river of tears,
hidden to tell over fears,
so we keep this hidden,
from the world it stays forbidden,
my very lonely heart,
by the lake of fall apart,
hidden like messages in art,
so many do not see,
what goes on in the mind of me,
my very lonely soul,
by the ocean of woe,
hidden by the waters flow,
so no one sees the black hole,
and how sorrow has control,
I am too alone,
my mind is stuck in this zone,
were I am drowning in this wasted land,
waiting for the rescue of your hand.
by the sea of despise,
hidden by a happy disguise,
but that is just a defence mechanisms,
to keep hidden my self despotism,
my very lonely ears,
by the river of tears,
hidden to tell over fears,
so we keep this hidden,
from the world it stays forbidden,
my very lonely heart,
by the lake of fall apart,
hidden like messages in art,
so many do not see,
what goes on in the mind of me,
my very lonely soul,
by the ocean of woe,
hidden by the waters flow,
so no one sees the black hole,
and how sorrow has control,
I am too alone,
my mind is stuck in this zone,
were I am drowning in this wasted land,
waiting for the rescue of your hand.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Why can't
I trust people? why must when I trust people do they put a knife through my heart? then they run around saying they are good people, and maybe they are, but what gives them the right to murder me? it is not like I have done anything to anyone to deserve this when it happens, but I guess that is just my life, and it will go on until I am dead, and by the way who would I make sad if I died? my fried? they don't even know I am alive, so why would they care I died, ny family? nope? anyone? I wonder about this at times
21/12/2011
my eyes will not close,
and my sorrow has rose,
as it begins to close,
and any happiness that bestows,
dies as quickly as it is born,
as I go to grab the flower of gladden,
I feel the prick of sorrows thorn,
and my heart becomes sadden,
this sorrow has been my calamity,
since the day I entered humanity,
and left the fruit of the womb,
now I rest under the dark moon,
waiting for my tomb,
but maybe hope will rise,
and this life I despise,
will be worth living before my demise,
and in my life's days,
sing her beautiful praise
and my sorrow has rose,
as it begins to close,
and any happiness that bestows,
dies as quickly as it is born,
as I go to grab the flower of gladden,
I feel the prick of sorrows thorn,
and my heart becomes sadden,
this sorrow has been my calamity,
since the day I entered humanity,
and left the fruit of the womb,
now I rest under the dark moon,
waiting for my tomb,
but maybe hope will rise,
and this life I despise,
will be worth living before my demise,
and in my life's days,
sing her beautiful praise
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
no sleep vic
I am in the clouds,
like the wings of an eagle,
but my wings have yet to take flight,
and my heart is in the pacific,
but my mind in the far east,
where I rest with the princess,
the most finest wine of my heart,
in which I wish to give you a cup,
of what's made from the divinest grapes,
your lips could ever taste,
but instead I am stuck here,
alone in this empty space,
as my soul soaks in sorrow,
feeling like a waste,
maybe I just have yet to find my path,
in which my feet shall take,
but many steps I have walked,
have been a mistake,
but the day shall come,
when my soul knows its journey,
and all that is written,
shall just be the past chapters,
and the pen of life,
that writes everyday,
shall write the most beautiful poems,
about the stars that rest in my heart.
like the wings of an eagle,
but my wings have yet to take flight,
and my heart is in the pacific,
but my mind in the far east,
where I rest with the princess,
the most finest wine of my heart,
in which I wish to give you a cup,
of what's made from the divinest grapes,
your lips could ever taste,
but instead I am stuck here,
alone in this empty space,
as my soul soaks in sorrow,
feeling like a waste,
maybe I just have yet to find my path,
in which my feet shall take,
but many steps I have walked,
have been a mistake,
but the day shall come,
when my soul knows its journey,
and all that is written,
shall just be the past chapters,
and the pen of life,
that writes everyday,
shall write the most beautiful poems,
about the stars that rest in my heart.
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