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Philosophical Writings:
    The same reason I love to program (problem solving) is the reason I list 'rational reasoning' as a hobby of mine. Out of my 'hobby' for thinking I have written down some of my thoughts and views on certain topics. Some are structured and have a clear argument, while others definately feel like a conversation with a friend. I am heavily into the works of Descartes and Sarte (as well as other existentialists).

View:  Freewill   God   Reality   Religion +/ Morality

Poetry:
    In this section there are some of the poems I have written throught out the past couple years. Some are good, a few are exact emotion, but most need work. I hope if random paths brought you here you might sit down and read of few. Keep in mind though that my poetry expresses extremes in emotion good and bad, and may not reflect who I am as a person but rather what I was experiancing and feeling at that moment. Or even some of them aren't even written about myself even though they may use 'I'. Who I am as a whole (not just when I write) is better reflected on my About Me page (The link at the bottom left).

Poetry to me is a way to express that which normal day words can not. I am made to remember a qoute: "If language is how we think, then it is language that limits us". I truly believe in that and when applied to human interactions, it is profound on so many levels. Through peotry and knowning a bit of background one can express and convey a feeling or a moment in time in such vivid detail the reader is finally in your reality and conscienceness with you!

My poetry really wasn't written with the intent of being posted in some electronic series of voltage variations; more of a release of intense emotions and dreams. However, if one does not share an experiance or emotion in some level or form, then did that emotion or experiance ever happen? Much of reality is clearly perspective and unless one sits down and communicates there awareness with some one that has also sat down to listen, then self isolation of perspectives happens. In such we never know anything or anyone but ourselves. To me this is a horrible prison I hope to break free from.

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A Song without Words	In dreams, I wake	She is Love
BlueEyes	The Last Piece to Me	Sleeping Hearts
A Boy as Drawn	The Meaning in live, The cause of B...	Solitude
The boy in my Window	Nothing	Star Somber
Chain Smoker	No Where Soon	Strangers
CloudyEyes	Poor in Love	Suffer Prelude Love
Drops of Jazz	Pretend	Tears Enternal
Endless Skies	Progress	Torture of a Selfish Creation
Eyes without Love	Prove Affection	The Trusting Little Boy
The Happiness of Another	Reflection	Tulip
Held (a poem for you)	Release
Her Dance	The Road Splits at the Lamppost
Into my Heart	The Ruby Glass of Dreams