The first entry is dated October 13,
and reads:
The foul stench of insanity permeates every
fabric of my senses! I walk by people and they
look away in horror; as if I had donned the
Red Masque of Death and begged to kiss them with
my tainted tongue and lips!
Reality is but a game which I no longer play,
though I am still judged by its ruthless rules.
I have fled from the logical legions of wise men
and taken up arms with the frivolous
fools!
What was once so clear, now is obscured. I lept
at life\'s censored secrets and emerged myself in
thoughts unpure.
Now they say I am sick and withdrawn and Reality is
my only cure! Reality? Ha! Is that your irrational
remedy? What do you think drove me to this altered
state?
If anything, my dreams are all that I believe in now;
and even these fragile images will be shattered soon
by the same psychological fate!
This entry is dated October 30:
Please help me! I want to live but I have forgotten
how. I laugh in the midst of reality\'s frown, making
me one giant fool; waiting for Death when I shall cry
for Eternity...Help Me!
This entry is dated November 5:
It seems that Time is moving ever so slowly, almost
at a standstill; as if the sands of the hourglass
were sifting, one grain at a time, through the
threshold of Eternity!
This entry is dated November 11:
We are stubborn ghosts haunting a dead world, yet
we never contemplate existence for a reason to
remain eternal.
If the answers were made clear to us, we\'d see
that: Life is only Life in search of its origin,
meaning and end!
All other works are but futile acts which are like
seeds cast into the wind, constantly blowing, never
to find a nurturing womb for their birth!
This entry is dated November 29:
To love is to blindly sacrifice your heart, mind and
soul to oblivion!
This entry is dated December 1:
The pen may be mightier than the sword but the blind
ignorance of Politics is more lethal and potent than
any poison known to Man!
This entry is dated December 6:
The dark veil of insanity quietly envelops my soul as
I sit motionless, unable to move. I know it\'s laughing,
\"wrapped up another one.\"
There\'s no cure for this disease except Death, releasing
you to eternal damnation or peace!
Quiet, rest, help me to stop the pain!
This entry is dated December 8:
I love, therefore I am ripe £or Death!
I care, therefore I am begging to be destroyed!
I cry for the World, therefore it is laughing at me with
mockery and lack of pity!
I long to see tomorrow, therefore dawn will not grace me
with her presence again!
This entry is dated December 11:
When Death taketh away beauty, He leaveth behind Him
a trail of tears. For even Death, with His seemingly
emotionless task of collecting the fallen, feels
remorse when standing above the ashes of kindness
and love!
This entry is dated December 16:
A man is never truly free!
He creates a state of consciousness called freedom
yet it is like a Utopian Society; the hazy blueprints
never construct a solid foundation that is credible.
Freedom is birthed in our dreams and we attempt to nurture it
to full maturity with our futile schemes, yet it always imprisons
us in the end!
This entry is dated December 25:
Please help me, for I am a poor man in search of riches, yet
not coin or gold. It is only love I seek: the hardest dig
to surface and yield the treasure from!
This entry is dated January 4:
The path through Life is often traveled with caution,
yet no preparation, however great or extensive, could
ever ready you for what lies ahead!
This entry is dated January 11:
My poems are but fragments; pieces if you will, of a
mysterious puzzle. Yet once joined together in harmony,
the vision before you will emanate my true and whole soul;
understood and hopefully accepted!
This entry is dated January 15:
Some thoughts that caress my mind are too much even
for words; yet someday, maybe tomorrow or forever,
my innervoice will definitely be heard.
This entry is dated January 20:
We live in separate universes: the vortex of our
minds, yet we fade in and out of other people\'s
dimensions. Some are familiar, others foreign in
appearance or out of time.
We can walk through the shadow of a person\'s form
without even touching his soul; other times, spirits
collide and become united as one; separate but whole.
Emptiness unattached by all; floating aimlessly without
end. Traveling through time without leaving; science stifled,
clairvoyancy your friend.
This entry is dated January 30:
Life is a poem that writes itself but one we all too
often fail to read. Sometimes it\'s hard to comprehend
yet it\'s right before your eyes and you still fail to see.
If you say to yourself that it was written in vain, you
might as well not even Be! Only those who spend their whole
lives trying to decipher the hidden codes are truly living,
only they know how to be free!