A thought about Success (from Victor Hugo)

It is now 12:15 a.m., I am reading Les Miserables.
I came across a quote (well actually a phrase) on success, i thought it was interesting...

Success; that is the lesson which falls drop by drop from the slope of corruption.
Be it said in passing, that success is a very hideous thing. Its false resemblance to merit deceives men. For the masses, success has almost the same profile as supremacy. Success, that Menaechmus of talent, has one dupe,--history.
In our day, a philosophy which is almost official has entered into its service, wears the livery of success, and performs the service of its antechamber. Succeed: theory. Prosperity argues capacity. Win in the lottery, and behold! you are a clever man. He who triumphs is venerated. Be born with a silver spoon in your mouth! everything lies in that. Be lucky, and you will have all the rest; be happy, and people will think you great.
Well i thought it was cool...

Delusion of mind

Another poem i thought id post.

We have lost our understanding in such themes

As love, freedom and truth in life,

We commonly reject them without hesitating

And resolve that we must forever be prey ...to delusion of mind.

Soon that delusion turns to fact

And our minds become corrupt,

The disease of lies that fills the lack

Of simple knowledge…

The tongues of men and their subtle ways,

Catching throngs by surprise

Sucking false words into darkness they stray,

Holding to heart those well said lies.

They turn a blind eye to the obvious lack

Of justice and of truth,

They don’t want to see their pretty world crack

To crumble and fall as they die… in a wasted land.

A wasted land to a wasted life

And empty shallow state

A void of sense, just pain and strife

Burning inside with hate.

Walking through the desert of their minds

The tortured ache of their parched souls

Lacking the waters of truth

Glassy stares, hearts turned cold

Thus is the life of young and of old

Living in the world of today

Bleeding and broken one strand of life they hold

Throwing their lives away

Someday we will have a world

Where love will reign again

Where smiles through tears will be seen

And we’ll have joy instead of pain

--Delusion of mind

- A word on the world (and Justice)

Last night we were talking about the world and justice and all that stuff andi read a poem so i thought id put it.. i thought it kinda said some cool stuff about the state of the world and stuff.. .

In this world where people kill,

And hurt for wealth and power.

The insanity that someday will,

Descend from evil darkened towers.

The evil minds that rule this world,

From their dark and rusted kingdoms,

Disguised as men of good and justice,

But terror waits around the bend… waiting to come.

New roads new, new laws, to protect the people,

The hand of justice near;

Bells chiming above the steeples

Waiting for them to hear.

Politicians in their fancy clothes,

Climbing the latter of power.

Empty words and false hopes,

Keep them climbing higher.

Husks and hollow dreams of old,

Words so dead and lifeless.

Killing those who don’t fit their mold,

The just, the true, the righteous.

Thousands of kidnappings in a year,

Suffering, death, and heartbreak.

Hardness rules, no one sheds a tear;

To many lives are at stake.

Rape stands and waits a block away,

While death, a friendly neighbor.

The blood the spilled, the dirt and decay,

While insane minds savor.

The pain they cause as they see the death,

Of a life one holds close.

The blood that runs down their hands,

Marks the decision that they chose.

The bell it tolls, it tolls for thee,

Shows life as it is.

The tongues of corrupted men speak,

Words of justice,

Fake smiles and promises of peace,

Words on putting an end to death

While a beaten child in the corner,

has taken his last breath.

- A word on the world (and Justice)

a post of love (the secret letters part one)

The only thing that makes me happy in this home:
Fat rhino and Dimloss Inc.

Dear Dimloss... I remember the first time I met rhino. I had just entered the house, with all my bags, and there he was; standing in the sunlight, the moonlight in his eyes, a spatula in one hand and a dirty rag in the other, the loveliest thing I had ever seen... in a smooth manly voice he said... hey there, and twirled his rag around may i take your bags?
Before i could even answer he swept them off the floor and galavanted off to my room.
I could only stare after him jaw hung low and thats is the end of this letter... to be continued
Love your secret Homunculi...