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Shades of Sanity

poetry's no place for a heart

About Me

I'm a humanitarian. Or I used to be. Now I am more like a moral snob. I am disgusted with the world, sometimes. Other times, (rare occasions actually), I can see through the filth and the poverty and the violence to something beautiful. I often find beauty where others fail to notice, yet I have a complex about being so physically ugly. I hate skinny girls who constantly say they are fat, yet occasionally wonder if I am fatter than I perceive myself. I despise people who hoard resources, yet I strive to keep up with them. I grew up poor and am paranoid about the appearence of my children, as well as the amount of food I have in the house. I won't eat vegetables, accept odd numbers, or buy a car with power windows, but I don't like when others are set in their ways. I find myself counting random things and become concerned when there is not symmetry or an even amount. I am a hypocrite. I'm not a hypocrite. I have been loved. I have been hated. I have learned that most people don't give a shit either way. I'm tired, and I'm old. And I'm not even thirty. I have run across bridges, naked. My earliest memory is of a large woman trying to give me a bottle while I was lying in a crib, and everything had a blue tinge. I miss Hawaii like whoa. It is where my soul remains as the shell of my body walks Texas. It is my home, even though that probably breaks my mother's heart.I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)

My Interests

Poetry, reading and writing poetry and short stories. I used to have in this section that I have been working on a novel. That's funny. I wrote about 20 chapters to that novel, erased half of them, and decided the rest was crap. I have these novel ideas all the time and they are brilliant; unfortunately my attention span is miniscule. Seriously, I have no idea how I keep a job. It can only be my extraordiary intelligence that holds reality together for me at all. Good thing for that. :

I'd like to meet:

I would still like to meet Jesus and Jim Morrison. I would like to meet God, if he exists, as my friends keep telling me he does. I still haven't found him. God, if you are reading this, help me out here. Shall I have my agent call your agent? My attorney call your attorney? The thought of God's legal fees amuses me. Insurance must be a nightmare. I mean, omnipotence seems like a sure thing, but he threw that free will clause in there, providing at least 4 billion possible claimants on anything he could be found liable for, to include all of creation. Man, what a statistical mess. Lord, can you hear me now?

Music:


Movies:

1.The Shawshank Redemption 2.Fight Club 3.Love Actually 4. Borat 5. Real Genius (will implement entire top ten later)

Television:

Television. I used to have in this section "I can't remember the last time I actually sat down to watch television", however, I have now become fond of sitting on my ass at least one 1 1/2 hours per week to watch Dexter and Weeds on Showtime.

Books:

I like reading poetry mostly because most poems are short enough for my very short attention span. I've also been fascinated very much since returning to Texas with the local magazines, which seem to be one long advertisement for self promotion among the local towns people. I guess that IS the idea, after all, but still...there is a fine line between mildly amusing and nausiating.

Heroes:

I see heros everyday. Little kids with cancer who are in a better mood than me just because I got a shitty parking space while coming in for a routine check up, those lil people are heros. The homeless guy who sits on the corner every damn day and continues to tolerate life even though it currently sucks for him and has no prospect of getting better, that guy is a hero. Peace Corps volunteers, those people are amazing. The lil nerdy kid that gets picked on every day of his lil life, and still goes to school, and never does shoot any of his tormenters, and somehow, despite all of his youth being destroyed by inhumane harassment, still manages to grow up to be a kind, loving, decent human being, (probably in the peace corps), that kid is a damn hero. To me anyways.

My Blog

Skittles

You had   Skittles for breakfast,   That he’d bought at the liquor store   The night before, thinking that   Made him an ok parent,   Even if ...
Posted by Shades of Sanity on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 12:07:00 PST

A New Object for Pele

Seeing you first, By the phone booth, In the airport, Signals scrambled, Much as my world; I had thought You’d forgotten.   I watched you Hold your Unlit cigarette, Fumbling for Clarity...
Posted by Shades of Sanity on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 10:26:00 PST

Voices

If there is something to say, do you hear it? Can you put on a voice and wear it, Like it’s a prideful thing? Or do you let conscience cower, In a mass of reason, not more righteous, but lo...
Posted by Shades of Sanity on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 09:12:00 PST

Because a very interesting man said this was his favorite poem of mine...

Which I found to be rather strange. I wrote this long ago, during a time in my life that was adventurous and young, back when I still had hope that the world was actually a better place than it seems ...
Posted by Shades of Sanity on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 07:59:00 PST

Unclean

"Unclean"   He'd made a mess, that's for sure; Blood smeared all over the cell, Red spackled the concrete walls; A pint or more spilled from His young arms onto that cold floor;     Th...
Posted by Shades of Sanity on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 07:25:00 PST

Shopping.

I've been searching through my blogs for a poem for this America anthology thing that Jason keeps bulleting and this is about as good as it gets, I'm afraid. This made me giggle this morning, though :...
Posted by Shades of Sanity on Sun, 27 Aug 2006 09:51:00 PST

Acceptance. ( a bump)

"My brain is not work", You said, as you knocked Your small hand, fisted, To your head, and looked Up at me with the sincerity Of pain.   Nine years old, and still You can only speak In quotes a...
Posted by Shades of Sanity on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 08:43:00 PST

Because You Dont Even Know.

Half serious and half hysterical, this pokes a little fun at all of us. Take and leave which parts I mean and please enjoy this edition of gangsta shades ; ), oh, and don't play this with the kiddos a...
Posted by Shades of Sanity on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 05:37:00 PST

An Elaboration in Icing

He wrote "Jew"In White icing,Across myToaster Strudel.The lines,Running togetherWith the heat,Delicate webOf sugar, sweet-Went downFast, like crack whores.   Thanks for the discussion.  I've...
Posted by Shades of Sanity on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 06:40:00 PST

Jew on a Strudel

He wrote "Jew"In White icing,Across myToaster Strudel.The lines,Running togetherWith the heat,Delicate webOf sugar, sweet-Went downFast, like crack whores....
Posted by Shades of Sanity on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 07:16:00 PST