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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hell is a state of mind.
[time] => 2004-08-03 21:02:59
[hometext] => Same as it ever was
[bodytext] => Hell is a state of mind. Built by those who are resigned to the belief, that they should be confined, in some place past heartbreaking. Somewhere within a place forsaken. Hell is an abstract, a construct, hard fact, mindset, where remorse, and regret, haven't met yet. It's a hardluck bloodlet. A monstrously huge karmic bad debt. A no joy concept that overpowers, and sours even your finest memories. Back when there was no Hell. As far as you could tell. Not even anything like it that you could conjure up. No, nothing that could corrupt your sense of self, as having some value or worth. Now there is only a dirth of such notions. No pleasant emotions for the likes of you. You know it's true. You made it so. Told joy to go, and take a flying leap. Now you weep, and wish that what you sowed that day, against your soul, you didn't use to weigh. That worth, and value, you once were sure applied to your spiritual being. Something pure, and evidently a part of you no more. So convinced that this is so it permeats your very core. Belief is a powerful thing, as you now know. You thought yourself a place to go, and then you went there. A place that is nowhere, that you want to be, but "believe" you "ought" to be. And now, the getting free has become so problematic, that you can't see through it. Your wish ,so autocraticly emphatic, that you can't undo it. Having gone so far in the wrong direction, without compass, map or stars to aid your couse correction. You realize that there is none. By escape, your freedom can't be won. To tell you not to believe any longer in this Hell of your creation. Will not lessen your stay there, or improve your situation. But this will. If you still know the difference between there and here. Then in Hell clear, a place where Hell is declared enemy, of all that's good, and right. Then keep that one spot free. Of all Hellish thoughts and actions. Find others, who like the anti-Hell attractions. Then fight from there, reclaim your loss. Don't give in, no matter cost. And once free, to freedom cling. Then and only then, you'll say; " There is no such thing." When someone brings up the subject of Hell. This the only way I know for you to break this mighty spell. You cast upon yourself. Why? I don't know. Next time, pick a nicer place to conjure up and go. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 21 [informant] => rhymeandreason [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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