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Gothic Culture, Lifestyle & State Of Mind |
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.Ask yourself this, "Why do I want to be Goth?" Better yet, I'm not one to judge. You want it, you'll get it. Life and subcultures are like candy next to the supermarket checkout, you look, see one that looks tasty and pick it up. Then you get it home and eat it...or you might just be a pig and stuff your face with it on the walk out. Either way, with Goth...you better take small bites and chew it well or you might choke.
Labeling yourself something you have no concept about is only human. And as human beings... we feel. Maybe the loose handle; Goth, Gothic, Industrial, Punk, Freak, Glam, Emo, Raver, Vampire or what-have-you is comforting. Is it comforting because it gives you a title and with that title might come some unique status? Regardless... wearing a certain style of makeup or color of clothing doesn't make you anything but an individual.
Individuality is something that grows on you gradually. Over time you are still the same person you always were. Just perhaps your outlook on things has changed. When you embrace the darkness within your own heart and soul, it begins. To feel the sorrow that has placed itself in your life and be at one with it. To find contentment in heavy-heartedness without feeling jaded for knowing inner melancholy. The divine eccentricities that develop as gloom fills your mind, heart and every other human corner of your being... are a gift. And with that gift brings creativity and true open-mindedness.
There's nothing wrong with trying new things, as long as the old things aren't banished beyond restoration. A vulture, consuming rancid items... is at peace. The grotesque thought of it makes most cringe. But, the animal is just being itself. It's being what it was born as and intended to exist as. It's comfortable in it's own skin. The world is a bit of a Freudian nightmare. It's not going to change, we all accept that, assumably. Light a candle and take some time to ponder what, 'The meaning of life' might be. Mutual feelings make the world go round, as does respect.
Educated minds put misconception and vague, uninformed innuendo in their proper place. The moon will cycle... it will cast it's glow upon the earth, the fullness of it will give comfort to those who bask in the truth that comes with the night. Pretentiousness is the only true way of finding one's self. Through it discoveries are made pertaining to: dreams, ambitions, fantasies, goals, true potential and random creative thoughts. What seems so alien to us now will one day become who we will grow into being. Wisdom is what we make of it, the desire to learn and retain learned knowledge is only as important as we see it to be. Forgetting the past leads to future emotional nightmares. Past history or just the passed years in one's life, it's all the same. To move on without looking back is pointless and wasteful.
Embracing ones own nightmares is the only way to excel in human form, traditional knowledge misleads. There are no valid patterns in time, just thought. Hate is the skeleton key to the universe of manipulation. I am so stimulated today, stimulated by the wonderment that is found in complete nothingness. I'm consumed by it's exhaustingly breathtaking qualities. All that is brilliant and shines is destined to fade away. Forgotten as if it never were. Factual enlightenment improves the lives of the timid and hopeful, what's set comforts them.
We will become everything we set our hearts upon, oddly. We will also be absorbed by many. All that is strange will fade into all that is so very real. Nothing will remain complex. And everything we wish to know, but only guess and wonder about one another will be told. Nothing is shown to us for we hold not a steady mind to accept it in all it's greatness. The dreams will indicate the first change in the process, most likely. The way they're hued in colors so vibrant that pick apart the eyes inner workings. The bitter taste left on the brain will surely be the only true indicator of greatness casting itself upon us. As I've seen, as I wished I had never seen, I feel tremendous despise for knowing only some of the key workings of the mind. They say, "Only from experience do we learn." I've learned this lesson. I regret not letting it lead me.
The mind, so inviting, yet ... such a horrid place to deeply search. As one enters into thought, to search for truth and information, time changes. It's value transcends almost everything that's great. There is no truth so great that one should search for it. Truth will follow those who are worthy of being in it's presence. The world is composed/comprised of lie stacked upon lie. When one makes the realization that dreams and lives are both an open door to something dark is the day they truly decay. Persistent and relentless pounding of raindrops trying to penetrate my brain.
Tonight the moon is tinted slightly red. Inside, as this meek existence takes it's toll on my will, I bow down. I'm tasteless and I have no class. Mortal fear of time consuming me appears to be what's found when the surface is scratched. I've looked away from all that's ugly, including myself. I grew, I blossomed, I stopped to gaze at my reflection and became mesmerized. There are no words or expressions to this face.
We are each born into our own universes, a vast place with little living space. Slowly, drawn to the teardrops streaming from eyes. Hellishness will toxify all that it sees to be beautiful, aspiring to become what in its hopes it was. Feel the sky falling, hope that it's everything you expected, it's hardly generic. Shock is the only thing to erase the mental pictures imprinted on ones brain. There's nothing complex about crap, only the minds of those who wish to probe around in it looking for answers.
Do not puppet a mind you cannot understand or you might get tangled in the strings. During, 'In the second thinking' obsession moves at lightening speed. Try to find a balance and blend it into life somehow. Contradiction is the greatest buried treasure seldom found, almost as see through as the, 'Little white lie.' The darkest clouds hang over of the heads of the jaded with intent to wash away their impurity. Nothing will ever haunt me more thoroughly than this emptiness brought on by loneliness. I'm so drenched in dullness and it's drowning me. As the moss grows to cover all that is morbid, the sunlight's there to taunt our hopes. Ejected back to where we wish to hide our sorrows. Sadistic thinking can be used to transform dreams of despair into hope. Searching for the sweet warm breath that will defrost my frozen heart.
 ootz · Tue Aug 01, 2006 @ 01:03pm · 0 Comments |
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