The Meaning of Life: Part i lost count |
Alex Maduena Dr. Howard Wettstein June 2, 2008 Philosophy 159 Frankl's Sub Specie Aeternitatis
Victor E. Frankl's accounts in "M...
Posted by Madueña on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 10:14:00 PST |
As I Stand to Kiss the Moon |
i seem to have developed a habit of staring off into space, lost in my thoughts, and then sighing heavily...or rather i tend to sigh a lot more now, but it's certainly not due to depression or anythin...
Posted by Madueña on Tue, 27 May 2008 08:30:00 PST |
relief |
this is the best poem i've read in a while. either i'm not reading enough poetry or this was just pretty clever....The Square Root of 3 by Dave Feinberg I'm sure that I will always be A lonely number...
Posted by Madueña on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 09:55:00 PST |
i’m in love |
And her name is Filosofia. And yet she leaves me longing every night, forever an eluding lover. I've searched for her in the dark recesses of the forest, hiding in the shadows of the trees, living und...
Posted by Madueña on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 11:01:00 PST |
The Meaning of Life: Part I |
so, i’ve decided to start posting up my philosophy papers from this quarter, not to be a pretentious English major, but because i figure they should really tell something about me. so, here it i...
Posted by Madueña on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 04:58:00 PST |
This evening. |
This evening I have seen the ugliest face of racism&I had my father insulted&my grandmother's toils and blistered hands spat upon&I have had my heart been called a coward's heart&my dreams called an a...
Posted by Madueña on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 08:23:00 PST |
Two Analogous Poems |
Sister You are a grain of rice- &
nbsp; Waiting patiently until the time ...
Posted by Madueña on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 07:27:00 PST |
Letters of Longing |
i want to spin like carouselsin the fieldswith your hands holding mine,and in between the wild grass whirling with the breezeand us spinningeverything spinninglike a carousel,and when we are done spin...
Posted by Madueña on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 10:05:00 PST |
Stale Tea |
i sit here in my cold room by myself, i'm drinking a tea, and wonder why this tea grows flat, why it grows bitter. I once drank a holy tea, whose flavors provided an ecstasy, but...it once grew bitter...
Posted by Madueña on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 12:05:00 PST |
because you are the idol.... |
Because you are the idol, I have become the idolater; Because the wine is from your cup, I have become intoxicated. Hundreds have hungered for you And died of starvation searching in the garden. ...
Posted by Madueña on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 08:26:00 PST |
