Chronicles of a Crazy Person: Crazy but Honest

By M.D. Vuvdeverld

This anthology is a collection of poems and short philosophical views. It has a little bit of everything in it and is a reflection of many minds in the United States today.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543439779

M.D. Vuvdeverld

The author lives in Pennsylvania. He enjoys playing didgeridoo, guitar, drums, going to drum circles, foraging for wild mushrooms, riding his bicycle, reading and relaxing.

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Anthology

I hate myself I would like to die

If I could feel, I might cry

Today all I can feel is numb

From bliss to suicidal so fast it’s dumb

So clearly you may see

No one wants to be with me

No four year college, no big degree

No family, no girlfriend, please set me free

I make poor attempts at playing guitar

Duration of my life shall not go far

There is nothing that has not already been done

Nothing left to accomplish, isn’t life fun?

Everyone else is already great

I’ve attempted to start life twenty four years too late

When I feel the time is right

I will go deep in the wilderness with no fright

No food, no water, no phone and no light

It is here I will await my death

I forgot, no one cares, I should save my breath

Two thousand sixteen, such an unfeeling time

This poem is terrible, too many rhymes

So here alone I sit

Rant is over, I’m done, and that’s it

One day is guaranteed, life, I will quit

T hroughout history of the human race our wise ones, the prophets, we have disgraced

We killed Jesus Christ and spit in Buddha’s face, corruption is now all over the place

Come to present time, two thousand sixteen

It is no longer uncommon to see a twice pregnant teen

The government today is very corrupt

This is now common knowledge, no one gives a fuck

The presidential election is a joke

Rather than care we sit and toke

On a rather large spliff of some good Mary J

No one cares this is the new American way

Theft, murder, abuse and rape

Feeling hungry? Have a genetically modified grape

Picked straight from the vine of this sickening crime

Truly this is a disgusting time

Cancer and war, cancer and war

Create them and the profits will soar

In today’s world money is the new god

We are all getting sick, do you find this odd?

I hope very soon that this world will burn

It is time for everyone to learn

T he truth of existence is that it is a sick game

Look closely at pleasure, indeed it is pain

The good is bad and the bad is good

It’s neutral and useless, it appears as it should

Keeping you glued to this sick charade

This being truth, the world is grayed

Life is indeed pain and strife

Love resembles illusion, and cuts like a knife

Slicing and tearing through to the soul

Which is actually nothing but a black hole

Deluded and crazed you believe it is there

In the end vanishing into thin air

Hate is now love and love is now hate

A mirror of confusion, life sure is great

So enjoy what you have while you still can

That being essence of animal or man

F riend: a term over-used

Never found on the stormy days

Only when the sun is bright and ablaze

Judge me for sharing pain inside

Consuming you too, secrets you hide

It’s not helpful to live a façade

With false positivity, seeming so odd

I’m not suggesting that we all complain

I’m simply saying, I’m not to blame

You are the source of how you feel

When you hear things far too real

Over sensitivity I’ve overcome

There is nothing, no one, I’m numb

I cannot deny this is self-inflicted

A portrait of pain is now depicted

Not to say that I’m never elated

Hundreds of times, then deflated

With emotions passing extremely quick

I’m tired of feeling, detached, and sick

Letting go of what I don’t want to see

I don’t want to feel

I just want to be

Dreaming of existence on a separate plane

Far beyond this realm of pain

H i it’s me, I’m here to say

Today I am happy and in a good way

It is not unpleasant or excessive

My thoughts today are no longer depressive

Most likely due to caring and compassion

Bestowed by you in energetic fashion

Compassion is the highest level of caring

Far above love and not overbearing

Excellent you are at what you do

Emulating yoda as I write to you

This poem I write is still not very good

It has no regard for poetic rules as it should

This poem I write is not even real

It is a silly writing with some rhyme and feel

I just wanted to express something to you

It is amazing, this career that you do

Selflessly caring without any pride

Without your compassion I may have died

I f you are searching for true wealth

You may want to lose yourself

To become selfless is to be true

Become rid of the feelings in you

Far above emotion and passion

One thing being, all seeing compassion

To have this thing for all living beings

Is what life truly means

Don’t get me wrong, compassion does hurt

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