Well, I've been wanting to do this for a while now. Have a place to rant and rave and do what Deathpoet's do best... not write poetry.
For the uneducated and unintiated a Deathpoet is not a goth (if that term is still used) poet, but a critic of life. Thoreau was probably America' first and greatest and we have marched down through history from him. So all you emos, screamos and goths, I'm not your long lost papa waiting to welcome you home, I find you guys amusing, and even share some of your interests but it's not who I am.
Thoreau said "men, even good men, often serve society as men of wood." He was talking about the lack of thinking nad questioning we do as a people and feared that we would "as likely serve the Hell as Heaven.", and folks that was in the 18th century when life and info traveled at a slower pace and was not as easy to manufacture. What I see today that frightens me is the ease at which we accept the illusions created for us.
We allow ourselves to be distracted (but ladies by no means stop posting nsfw pics, what else is there to live for) by anything. We engage in the most addictive and narcassistic of tendencies and pass judgemnet on others and their ways of life. Think about this, those we see as terrorists are seen by themselves and their people as soldiers, those we see as soldiers are seen as terrorists by others... sorry it's the way it is.
So that's me. Here to point out those little inconsistancies we commit and rationalize on a daily basis. I hope to piss a lot of you off, that means I made you think. I hope to stir the pot and make some of you think, and jugding by most of the pages I've been too, not many of you do, really not sorry for that, sometimes the shallow need to have a little water added to save them from drowning in themselves.
DP
