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Creating your own Gospel.

crittendeniv@gmail.com (CrittendenIV) — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 20:00:16 +0000

There is no Heaven there is no hell,
Only birth and death and the pain of
Life-sickness. Any happiness one can
Cultivate in-between is a personal obligation,
And must be done in spite of inherent genetic deficiencies.
And let’s not be vain, in one way or another
We are all pained or lacking in some
Area of idealism.

But, perhaps this, “happiness” is just
Another fleeting word, and the
Sensation of life simply is.
Happiness- another fixation, blocking
The un-bastardized flow of energy.

Yet, to be contained in a body-consciousness
The energy is already necessarily bastardized,
And augmented from it’s free range flow,
Regardless of language. Existence is a resistor.

Life is very small in comparison to the imagination.
Or is it life can only be as big or meaningful as
Ones imagination. And what can be conceived?
A god wholly infallible in the presence of so
Many blunders.

Let god be this poison, this wretchedness, this moment,
This “fear and loathing.”

Control the one thing controllable;
Personal opinion-values-morals.
Create your own gospel.
Live your teaching wholly-holy.
Off the cuff, unrestricted, and
Unafraid of the vast blank of
Death’s sweet nothingness.

The human disease can only contain
It’s self for so long, our time is short.
Our blood runs thin. Decadence is at hand.
Admire the beauty of decay.
But please never stop rebuilding,
Re-vamping, distilling, and consolidating.

Reestablishment of the Soul

crittendeniv@gmail.com (CrittendenIV) — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 02:53:34 +0000

Soul, in it’s traditional sense, is non-existent.
May I suggest a reestablishment of the term:
Soul- The ability of an individual to strive for
Immaculate-bliss, regardless of obvious debilitating truths;
Existing only as long as the individuals will.

The actual capturing of this bliss lies souly
In the individual’s grit and ability to stand alone,
Never giving up his appreciation for this particular
Existence, none before or after.

And as for the supposed, “debilitating truths”
They are none but bloated opinion, and common
Heard consensus.

If you must eat shit to gain your bliss,
The suggestion is to do so.

Your poison, your grotesque appearance,
Your anguish, are what create you as a
Brilliant wave of individualism in this
Vast sea of pointlessness.

If the meek and miserable shall inherit the earth
Let them, at least, be happy about their pathetic existence.
With hope they place out of the mind any expectation
Of salvation beyond this life other then the
Sweet blank release of unconscious death.

‘Twer instinct and sound judgment fallowed,
A beautiful, intelligent, healthy race of people would develop,
Content with them selves to create heaven on earth, and
Leave the after life to remain strictly there; after life.

But being as indolence, sensationalism and fear prevail in all instances,
The best we can hope for is to develop the soul: the ability
To be happy regardless of glaring err in all acts of society.

Chasing the Ghost

crittendeniv@gmail.com (CrittendenIV) — Sat, 31 May 2008 03:06:37 +0000

I keep telling myself
As I breathe out,
“O.K. man that’s the last breath.”

But then, I get to jones’n for oxygen,
So once again, I inhale.

At the top of my breath,
I get a high that prolongs
My life another moment..

Before I breathe out and
Start the whole chase again.

The White house?

crittendeniv@gmail.com (CrittendenIV) — Sat, 31 May 2008 03:01:14 +0000

If Obama is
elected president,
Are they going to
Change the name to
“The Brown House”?

(Green Planet) All Suffering Ends When,

crittendeniv@gmail.com (CrittendenIV) — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 20:38:28 +0000

A global shift in consciousness
Finds every-person refusing sustenance,
Refusing to move from where they are,

Within 8 days, every person has died,
Ending all human suffering.

Perpetual Motion Car (Solution to Gas Shortage)

crittendeniv@gmail.com (CrittendenIV) — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 18:47:10 +0000

Simply place a wind turbine on the roof
Of an electric car.

Charge the car once from an outlet.
After that the car charges automatically
As you drive.

Apply freely to
Trains,
Plains,
Ect.

Your Welcome.

Acute Reverie

crittendeniv@gmail.com (CrittendenIV) — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 07:23:57 +0000

I’m going to write a poem.
A big humorously serious poem,
Which encompasses, probes, and
Conveys all of human emotional mind.

It will be about eating, sleeping, fucking, and
Betrayal. Trust will be a main topic, as well as bloody
Bone gritting truth, and crotch lapping falsity.

I’ll talk about the inside, as well as the out side.
About how I don’t wont to be anywhere
But suicide’s not an option ‘cause I don’t
Wont people to be mad at me.

In my poem when I speak of sex I’ll write
About insecurities, and confidence, and how it
All is balanced on the tip of an erection,
A squirting deflating lonely stroked boner.

Oh, and in the poem I shall expound on the lovely
Quivering love hole round which women are designed,
About how repulsively alluring all the
Variety of smelly moisture is, and the madness
Which it drives into the heart. The poem will
Piss on jealousy.

The poem will speak of honestly hypocritical
Family, and forthright back-stabbing friends.
About selfish charity. It’ll talk about (caring)
Pretending to care, I’ll ponder upon love.

I shall caress my ego in what ever way
Makes me feel worth while. I shall damn
Reality and uphold my fantasy world.

I’ll speak of something, and nothing and
How they are synonymous; how I shall not waist
My mind, life-energy striving for ether.

The poem will talk about cares and worries,
Negligence and ease, about the removal of
These, and the cultivation of compassionate
Joyousness. Oh I shall talk about death and
How wonderful everything is because it all
Soon won’t be.

Speaking of appearances and illusion
I shall talk of the singular truth, that
Inexplicably patient extinct mind of
Loving acceptance.

In the poem will be a section when I talk of
Destroying it all and burning down the
Mind.

There will be similes and parables all
Designed to remove cares and worries.

Fearlessly the poem shall offer peace
To all who read it.

Hint of Immortality

crittendeniv@gmail.com (CrittendenIV) — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 06:25:04 +0000

We were all desperate at that time.
We each wanted to make our mark.

A personal signature, that would
Remind the ages that we had existed.

In the days when no one can find the
‘x’ key……………………………
Still I find a trace of love.

First Landing

crittendeniv@gmail.com (CrittendenIV) — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 06:15:39 +0000

There is nothing that’s been said
To describe the unseen frustrated
Brother moon.

A hidden solid body of a brother.
An early original protocol.
Hazy in it’s atmosphere.
Clearly they must return and stay
A while.

A stage to the world,

crittendeniv@gmail.com (CrittendenIV) — Wed, 06 Feb 2008 21:49:20 +0000

And here I am, with nothing to say.

Doddling, looking at my shoe.
Wishing something could be done.
Empty, with no savior.

The whole world is watching,
As my bowls quiver, and gurgle,
I smirk, and the world turns away.