the flaws of thought

My brain sucks. My brain is so bad, it recognizes that it is broken itself.

If my macintosh told me every day, "Im a shitty computer" I would believe it.

Fuck these fuckin walls. And fuck the people on the other side of them.

What is this compassion bullshit we all preach when deep down we hate each other.

We are stuck in a world full of sensitive, egotistical, annoying, predictable fuckin fucktards.

I don't want people to be better than me, but I want them to be less annoying.

and I want the right to murder a person or two on my way to work.

Compassion: what a crock of bologna. People just pretend and pretend and then go home and bitch and moan to anyone who will listen.

People, according to Kepler's law of planetary motion, are not where they want to be in life. Either too old, too ugly, too fat, too poor, too much themselves.

The shear laziness of people knows no limits. A laziness that leads us to waste our lives in front of LCD monitors, stuck in traffic chasing the one thing that seems to add dignity to our meaningless existence: money.

Oh how I despise this fucking currency. Why must our existence revolve like Einstein's law of relativity, around the quantity of local currency that we posses.

This family can fly to Poland, but this family never will. You can eat steak and potatoes, but they will have rice all week. You will die of malnutrition but they will tip the attractive waitress 30 Euros so that they can feel like winners.

it is insanity, and their is nothing that can be done at this point.

Call me an old-fashioned guy, but....

I can spot a knock off with my eyes closed

I can smell a salesman a mile away

And you can too...

so for the sake of saving time, let's cut to the quick.

I am in the business of writing poetry that assists me in gathering my thoughts and encouraging myself to pursue my ambitions.

Some write because they like the art of it and they wish to please the audience. I keep the audience in mind, but the poetry is for me. And maybe I'll get a shloob from Justin every time (I think its Justin), but I welcome it. I hope you write, "this poem sucked" and I respond, "suck a dick" and I bet life will go on.

I have met some of the most sensitive, fragile people... and it disgusts me how much they care about really stupid shit.

People think they've seen it all. But they've only seen television. People think they are veterans at the game of life, but they've always lived in one place. People think they've faced adversity, but they haven't.

Adversity is real pain. Adversity is lasting pain. Adversity does not entail acceptance, it entails surviving intact. Finding your feet again after the brute force of life knocks you on your ass.

I have tasted adversity. I have witnessed adversity. I have seen that it leaves a mark as deep as it wishes. Sometimes adversity leaves us in a coma, and sometimes it leaves us dead.

Love seems to be this focus of so many. Everyone wants the acceptance and companionship of another person. Everyone seems so desperate to sacrifice so many of their liberties for a friend they can have sex with.

But I don't know love, and my criticism is often unwelcome, and my poetry is just my train of thoughts, and my life is a story of .......(to be continued)

why do I think Im so great?

why do I hold on to these fantasies?

I know they give me hope, but why do I believe them.

I think I believe in a future michael herold

FY fucking eye: If you are skeptical that michael herold can change then please don't read, cause I do believe.

Those that don't believe humans can make major changes are very much a part of the problem and not the solution.

The solution is change. Internal change.

Problem solving, planning, and ACTION.

I will change. I know why I do what I do. I fall for the same tricks, but I am recognizing them. I am confirming and recognizing. I am catching myself. I am seeing myself.

I am looking objectively at my own life even though I let emotion move me.

But emotion is what moves us all. Lifelong relationships are BUILT on emotions, and thus hence as a matter of fucking fucking fact we are emotional creatures.

Here. right here is a man. not a kid. not a kid. An adult. A human who can hold a conversation with world leaders and doctors and scientists. A man who can show a classy woman a good time. A man who understands government, economics, history, medicine and language.

I have a long way to go. and I see many traps ahead that I may very well fall into.

but the story of this man is far from over....